Author's Note: Yo, what's up? I'm back with another story to add to the two already unfinished ones collecting dust on my account. Sorry, but I couldn't help it! It was such a neat idea and I was just dying to write it, so... I did! Well... the first chapter and a half, anyway.

This story was inspired by both sonic-stage's Naruto AU fic and the anime series Oh! My Goddess!.

(ed: 11/25/05)

Summary: As a college student, Sasuke lives in a dorm with his brother. When a cocky blonde boy in a dress appears in his room one day offering to grant him a single wish, however, his life is turned upside down.

Pairings: SasuNaru, probably more in the future... lots of one-sided messes, definitely.

Warnings: shounen-ai, plot holes, some violence, but nothing terrible (yet).

Disclaimer: I own soap. And socks.

The Shining Glass

Ch. 1 : Alleged Deity

"Sasuke, we're leaving. Stay here and-"

"-take any calls that come in. I know." With a practiced frown set deeply on his face, Sasuke watched his older brother nod and leave the room. He wasn't sad or upset about being left behind on these late night excursions—oh no, not by a long shot—it was merely force of habit. Though the small dormitory felt emptier with all its residents gone, it was somehow much more pleasant, as if the dark cloud that usually hovered over the building gave in to the sunshine for a little while a few times a week. Not to mention, it gave him time away from his brother.

For a few moments, hushed voices could be heard from a nearby hall, and then a door shut softly. Sasuke was alone. Sighing almost inaudibly, the young man rose from his spot on the floor, leaving his open textbooks splayed out on the dull, green carpet to wait for him. Destination: kitchen.

The dormitory was nice, there was no denying that. There was a fully functional kitchenette for every two of the ten rooms in the cozy, one-floor building, and wardrobes, desks, and chairs were supplied generously. A wireless internet connection ran throughout the house, free of charge. The rooms were spacious, if not unnecessarily large. The bedroom that he shared with his brother, Itachi, was nearly as large as the one that they'd shared when he was a child and they lived with their parents--back when their parents were alive. And most of all, it was "restricted access," meaning that only members of the occupying party could enter without specified permission from the dorm leader.

Flicking on the light switch, Sasuke entered the tidy, little kitchenette. Clean walls, spotless counters, no dishes in the sink, nothing ever out of order. It was like no one used the place except him. He reached the refridgerator quickly, but paused just before opening it as he caught sight of his reflection against its cool metal surface.

Deceivingly messy, black hair framing the pale skin of a perfectly arranged face. Noble-looking nose, firm chin, and full, yet expressionless lips. Calm, beautiful eyes painted by some ethereal ink that he suspected couldn't get any darker even if it was cast in shadows. Eyes that looked so much like Itachi's when he was Sasuke's age, though very rarely anymore.

His mouth suddenly took on a more resentful angle as he realized for what must've been the thousandth time that he was growing to look more and more like his brother every day.

"I'll never be like that bastard," he muttered to himself as he finally yanked open the fridge. To his disappointment, however, the contents of the fridge—or rather, lack of contents—only seemed to mock him further. He glared blankly into the offendingly empty appliance, hoping that something substantial might magically appear there out of the force of his will, until he got a chill and slammed the door shut.

"Che, if he wanted me to starve to death, he could've just killed me back when he killed everyone else."

And again, as usual, he asked himself why he was there. There are several reasons, he noted as he drifted back down the hall. Itachi has legal custody over me. One. I go to school here. Two. He's the only family I have left. Three. He won't let me leave. Four.

It was exactly four doors to the end of the hall and the lobby, to the main door, and to the outside. Four. How he'd grown to hate that number.

Entering the bedroom again, he realized that there was another mirror near where his books lay. He suddenly wanted to break it. Of course, Itachi would be angry, disappointed that one of the prestigious Uchiha clan would lose control of his emotions in such an unbecoming way. Or in any way at all, for that matter.

Sasuke's brain was forced to a sudden halt as a deep rumbling overtook his body. Automatically scanning himself to find the source of the problem, he was relieved to find that it was just his stomach, something that could easily be fixed by ordering take-out and then blamed on Itachi later for not keeping enough food in their dorm. And besides, it wasn't like they couldn't spare the change.

Grabbing the phonebook from the desk, Sasuke began scanning it for anything that sounded appealing. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like he had many options. With a scowl, he pulled his cell phone from where his bag lay on the floor nearby and dialed the first number. The other line rang a few times, but no answer.

"Well, that didn't sound very good anyway... let's see..." A second number. Again, no answer.

Becoming a bit frustrated, he tried a third number. A few rings and... ah yes! A voice! "Thank you for calling-"

"-Yes, I'd like an order of-"

"-hours on weekdays from 9 am to 8 pm. For a copy of our menu and upcoming specials, please press 2. For information about job applications, please press-" Beep.

Fourth number: no luck. Fifth number: none better. Anger was now imminent if not closing on the young student. Dialing a sixth number, Sasuke cursed, "Damnit, isn't there something open past 9:00 around here?"

Suddenly, someone on the other line picked up. "Thank you for calling the Heavenly Help Line. We have recieved your distress call and will be sending a consultant shortly."

"Distress call?" Sasuke tried to question, but the other person had hung up already. The voice had been distinctly female and he could've sworn he'd heard... giggling. "Heavenly Help Line... is that some kind of... porn ring or something? I must've dialed the wrong number..." However, before he could contemplate this error further, the very mirror which he'd so graciously spared from destruction earlier began to glow softly, a gentle blue light radiating from what seemed from within it.

Sasuke thought he was going crazy. Rubbing his eyes feverishly, he told himself he hadn't just seen a face in that mirror. Looking up, he found that he'd been correct. There was no face, just a foot in the mirror. And... was it just his imagination, or was the foot somehow pushing its way out?

There's no way this is happening. I must've passed out from hunger or something and I'm having a weird dream about chefs coming out of mirrors to treat me to a feast. And in the morning I'm going to wake up even hungrier than when I passed out...

But a chef's uniform was far from the ensemble that began to emerge. The lightly tanned foot was soon engulfed by some kind of sparkling, orange border with gold trim leading up to a light blue... skirt? No, an ankle-length dress. A layer of what appeared to be white satin, followed by more of that gold-ish trim and border, and an overcoat, or something. It was light blue, too, like the dress. But something was already wrong...

Generally, dresses are worn by girls, right? Then why does the chest beneath that gold broach look so... flat?

Next, a hand emerged from the shining glass. It was tan and small, attatched to a slender wrist adorned by two loose, gold bracelets, but somehow clumsy in the way that it grappled for something to grasp onto. Finally, it seemed to find the top frame of the mirror, and managed to push the rest of its body through.

Sasuke quickly realized why the chest of the individual who appeared before him was so flat: it belonged to a boy. A boy with evenly tanned skin and a clean countenance, with the exception of three whisker-like markings on each cheek. Blonde hair, almost yellow, like the color of daffodils in the springtime, or maybe fire, or the color a sunset turns the bottom of a cloud. It was short, and as the boy shook it out like a mane, Sasuke guessed he couldn't be any older than he himself. And then, with a satisfied sound, the strange young man opened his eyes—bluer than the sea, brighter than the sky—and grinned with his lips clearly showing a row of crisp, white teeth.

Sasuke didn't even bother trying to prevent his mouth from hanging open slightly. This... creature, which, he reminded himself, emerged from a mirror in his dorm room, must've been his exact polar opposite, from his clothing to his looks to his expression. He just radiated energy and happiness, and even a certain carelessness in the way he sloppily turned to face Sasuke and dropped himself down before him.

"So," the ethereal creature spoke in a playful, almost cocky kind of voice, "you must be Uchiha Sasuke-san."

At the sound of his name, the addressee immediately snapped his jaw back to its place and attempted to think of some kind of reply. "Who's asking?" But he found himself displeased at the way the question shook as it was delivered.

"Oh, no, I didn't ask. You called, remember?" The boy's smile suddenly looked like a smirk. "So here I am! And you only get one, so don't try anything tricky. 'Cause trust me, I'll know."

"Get one what? Who are you?"

"Wish, duh! And I'm Uzumaki Naruto, of course! Wish-giver extraordinaire, the pride of Yggdrasil, the next King of Heaven!"

Watching as the boy gave him the most self-assured smile he'd ever seen, the Uchiha finally decided that there must be Something Going On. "A 'wish'? How did you get in here, anyway?" Finally forcing his body to move, he got to his feet and briskly moved to the mirror, away from the strange boy still on the floor. Him coming through the mirror must've been some kind of illusion. Examining the glass surface, however, he noted that it still seemed to be quite intact—no fractures, no missing bits, not even a speck of dust seemed to have been disturbed. And yet...

"I used the mirror. It's my medium, kind of like a car, yknow?" A short silence ensued, where the two boys looked at each other awkwardly as a thin tension ran through the room.

"This... is a joke," Sasuke concluded abruptly. "Right? Your clothes... you like like a moron. Heaven doesn't exist, and wishes don't come true. Now, I'm in a bad mood right now, so whatever trick Itachi convinced you to play on me, I'd suggest you call it off and leave."

The tension between them suddenly skyrocketed. "I'm not a moron! And this isn't a joke, or a trick! I'm not leaving until I grant you a wish, you jerk," the blonde boy held stubbornly.

The Uchiha was bordering on anger for the second time in 20 minutes. Why the hell would Itachi pull a stunt like this? He asked himself, trying to think of anything he'd done to piss his brother off in the last week or so. Taking in his unwelcome guest's rather feminine clothing once again, he wondered, Is it because I haven't shown any interest in the girls around here? Is he making fun of me with this whole wish deal? That must be it...

"Nobody's making fun of you, Uchiha," the other boy suddenly interrupted Sasuke's train of thought. "Except me, if you keep acting like a prick. Just make a stupid wish and get it over with, already!"

"How the...?" The dark-eyed boy was speechless for a moment as he collected what was left of his internal monologue. "What the hell are you?"

'Uzumaki Naruto' rolled his eyes. "A god, what else?" Is this guy some kind of an idiot or what?

Sasuke remained unsatisfied, and glared at the boy harshly. "So you expect me to believe that you're a god, ...what was it? Uzumaki something? And that you've been sent from Heaven to grant me a wish, and have no connection to my brother whatsoever."

"Yep," the alleged deity affirmed, "though you seem kind of stupid, and I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't grasp the concept."

The tension was now unbelievable. Sasuke hadn't been pushed to raise his voice in a long time, but this boy, whom he hadn't even been acquainted to for five minutes, was somehow able to push his buttons to the point where he had to struggle to remain calm. He was already frustrated—at this stranger, for entering the dorm without permission, refusing to leave, and playing some kind of head game with him that he must've found amusing; at his brother, for being the most likely one to play such a dirty trick and actually being able to pull it off; and at himself, of course, for allowing himself to be irritated so easily. What exactly was the point of all this, anyway? What was he supposed to do? And how could he get out of it?

After thinking it over for a few moments, he decided, Fine, I'll go along with whatever Itachi has planned. I'll do exactly what he wants me to do, and worry about redeeming my dignity later.

"You say I can have any wish I want?" Sasuke bit out, knowing that the entire situation was beyond ridiculous.

"Yes, now can we get on with it?" The blue-eyed boy sounded just as agitated as Sasuke felt, which was almost surprising for a moment, but not long enough to make the Uchiha waver.

"Alright then," he said with considerable conviction, "I wish for you to be my boyfriend forever."

"Che, what a stupid wish."

But... wasn't that what he was expecting me to wish for? Sasuke didn't have the time to ponder any more than that, however, as suddenly, a bright blue light, much like the one which signified the being's entrance, engulfed first the blond, then the area around him, and finally the whole room. It swirled and twisted around him, like some kind of pure energy. Like the chakra he used in martial arts club, but so concentrated and potent that he could nearly see it, if it weren't so damn bright. He clamped his eyes shut tight and just tried to stay on his feet.

"Itachi-san? Is something wrong?"

"Kisame," Itachi acknowledged the man beside him as if he'd been pulled from a thousand miles away, something that was rare for the usually wary Uchiha. "No, I just have a feeling."

His companion relaxed only slightly. "Should we go back?"

At the mention of a change in plans, the other seven members of the party halted their steps and turned toward the two. Itachi considered for another moment. "Yeah."

When the intense light finally died down and his eyes didn't feel like they were burning behind their lids, Sasuke cautiously raised his lashes to meet whatever was to lie before him.

The first thing he noticed was that he was still in his room, and that the blond boy remained as well. The second thing he noticed was that the said room was in complete and utter disrepair. The whirling energy he felt engulfing him must've thrown nearly every object in the room around, including his textbooks, two of which appeared to be flung against a wall and the third of which, along with his notebook, was nowhere in sight.

"What the hell... just happened?" he asked aloud. Suddenly, however, a yelp from his companion drew his attention.

"Shit! Shit shit shit!" he cursed animatedly, already on his feet with Sasuke before noticing the boy's bewildered and still slightly irritated stare. "You bastard," he yelled, "your wish was just approved!"

Already confused and high strung, the Uchiha's composure was lost by the blond's caustic voice and insulting words, which kept coming out of the boy's mouth even after he began to pace around as if on the verge of pulling his unruly, golden locks out. "What the fuck do you mean, 'approved'? What did you just do, you moron?"

"I granted your wish!"

tbc...

Preview:

"Sasuke!"

At the sound of his elder brother's voice from the door behind him, however, the young Uchiha froze solid, eyes wide and the only thought running through his brain being that the whole scene must look very, very incriminating. The punch he'd been about to throw didn't matter anymore; how much terror was evident on his face was inconsequential; he didn't even care about the boy beneath him whose blue eyes were suddenly filled with a hint of sympathy. His whole world narrowed down to that desolate four feet between himself and his doom. Four, how he hated that number.

"Care to explain, little brother?"

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