The Untitled.

Summary: An artist of 21st century dreams something he can't remember, and when he paints a picture, his heart can only cry out. He doesn't know what to title it, until his inspiration comes to life, literally.

Pairing: (Main) Sasuke x Naruto; (Side) One-sided Sakura x Sasuke, One Sided Gaara x Naruto, Kakashi x Iruka.

Warnings: Not for the weak of heart, those against homosexuality, and those who dislike curses. I ensure you there will be a lot of cursing. O.o

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The Untitled: Chapter 1

The man sighed, using the back of his hand to wipe away the sweat that had formed on his brow.

Three days.

It had been three days since he had begun to paint the image that portrayed his feelings from the forgotten dream, and it wasn't fully complete yet.

The man had looked at the half completed drawing with his brows drawn together, as if thinking. The painting was of a person-an angel-with the most brilliant blue eyes and deliciously gold hair, as gold as the fresh cream from the crops during the fall. The angel was smiling, the edges of his eyes crinkled with amusement, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. The blue eyes were a shade duller then they were supposed to be, and instead of joy filling up the eyes, it was another emotion...

Loneliness.

The angel, no matter how real his smile looked, was truly lonely inside. And how nobody could see this had saddened the being. Sad that this artist couldn't see it.

The artist sighed, and began to gather his paint materials, being done for the day. He looked back at the painting, and grumbled in annoyance. In the span of three days, he was only able to complete the face of the angel, with the added details of the clouds in the background. It never took him this long to finish a piece, and it annoyed him to no end...

But the result pleased him. The man felt himself smile as he looked upon the lonely angelic face once again. Never had he created such a wonderful masterpiece, with the details as fine as they were on this painting.

It was truly satisfying and refreshing.

Ding Dong

The shrill sound of the doorbell startled the man out of the thoughts, and he sighed for the umpteenth time that day.

"Coming" he muttered, his voice like smooth silk, rumbling echoes throughout the room.

He closed the door behind him as he exited his bedroom and headed down the stairs, the soft 'thunk' of his footsteps giving off a gentle beat in the empty house.

Ding Dong Ding Dong

The man 'tsked' as the doorbell kept interrupting the silence of the house, and he mentally reminded himself to change his doorbell. Maybe a knocker would suffice, it was much quieter.

"Master Uchiha!"

Instead of a doorbell, a voice had interrupted the quiet that had filled the house momentarily, and finally, the said man raised his arm and turned the knob to get a face full of sun, and to greet a man before him.

"Asuma, I told you not to smoke, you're going to kill me with second-hand smoke. And don't call me Master Uchiha, I'm too young."

"Aw, but then I can't tease you anymore, Sasuke." The guest, Asuma, stalked around the living room, snuffing out his cigarette, before settling himself comfortably onto one of the couches occupying the living room. "So, got any new material you want me to critique?"

Sasuke avoided eyes with the man, biting his lip, with millions of thoughts running through his mind all at once.

'Should I tell him?'

He was unsure, and his mentor wasn't even here yet. But maybe, if Asuma voiced his opinion on his drawing, he'd be able to remember his dream.

"Sure, but it's not done yet."

At this, the man's cool charcoal eyes bore into obsidian ones. "How long since you've started?"

"Three days."

"How many hours per day?" Sasuke drew a breath, getting annoyed at the many questions he was being bombarded with. "About seven to fourteen hours a day."

"What did you get done so far?" At this, Sasuke clenched his fist. Didn't this man ever stop asking questions? Maybe he can just kick him out. After all, it's better having one man instead of two. With a glance at the clock, which read, '2, o'clock', he replied, "Just the face and the background clou-"

"WHAT?!"

Suddenly, arms seized him and he found Asuma's eyes boring into his own as their foreheads touched.

"You don't seem to have a fever, and you act like the real Sasuke...Is the face good?"

With this, Sasuke pulled away, scowling before he smirked. "See for yourself, you have to give your criticism on my work after all."

Asuma followed Sasuke to his study where a canvas was near the window, catching all the light the sun could give in that little room. He marched up to the canvas, holding in his breath as he came to stand in front of it.

'It has to be remarkable if it took Sasuke this long and he's still not even finished with it." Asuma thought.

Sasuke merely stood near the door as he watched the shifting expressions on his friend's face. It was amusing, really.

At first, the brows arched widely, Asuma's mouth hanging open and his cigarette teetering on the edge of his lips, threatening to fall. However, they morphed again into something akin to admiration as Sasuke watched the man run his hands over the painting, the once arching brows now scrunched up into a look of concentration. Sasuke took the idea of changing expressions and put it away at the back of his mind, saving it for another art inspiration once he was done with this one.

"I like it."

Startled out of his thoughts, Sasuke turned his attention back to Asuma, who was still concentrating on the painting.

"It's very realistic and the details are smooth. The angles of the shadowing are spectacular, and the shading puts a touch of reality to it that it seems as if you're there. The background itself is amazing, complimenting on what you have completed so far..."

"But?" Asked Sasuke, knowing something was going to follow.

Asuma turned back to him, his eyes slowly turning away from the remarkable painting.

"Why are his eyes so sad?"

Sasuke blinked for a moment, unsure if he heard correctly and walked over to the unfinished painting. Indeed, even though the angel was smilling, it didn't quite reach his eyes. It was as if it was a bitter smile.

A smile scorning the bitter world.

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Sasuke sat in his room, his cup of cold coffee sitting on the table. Asuma had left some time ago, and yet, Sasuke couldn't get those words out of his mind.

"Why are his eyes so sad?"

Closing his eyes briefly, he opened them only to meet with the sad eyes of the angel before him.

"Why are his eyes so sad?"

Sasuke stood up and looked out the window, not concentrating on anything in particular, since it was so dark outside. He watched the city lights dance in his vision, before thinking back to those haunting words. In all honesty, Asuma's words struck a nerve in him. He hadn't meant to draw such sorrowful eyes, but his hand had guided itself. He didn't know what he had been thinking when he brought the brush against the canvas. But the fact was that even though the angel's eyes were sad, the picture was...

"Complete."

He imagined the angel with anything other than sad eyes and it felt empty, not completely whole for the purpose of the picture. Yet, the sullet eyes struck such a harsh cord in his heart...

He didn't want this angel to be sad.

He didn't want this angel to be sad. Frustrated with his thoughts running around in circles, he let out a growl, running his hands through his hair. He was back to point one.

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Slowly, eyes opened, blinking rapidly to focus on the surroundings. Confused at where he was, the owner moved around, patting around...

Only to feel nothing?

Eyes looked down and gasped as there was no body except for the mere outline of it. He huffed.

"Guess I'll come back another day..."

Sasuke awoke with a gasp, his body covered in cold sweat.

What was that dream about?

He was terrified, yet he couldn't remember an ounce of what he had just dreamed about. His eyes went to his portrait and he moved off of his bed. Slipping into his slippers, he headed towards the canvas, picking up his brush and with neat, graceful, perfected strokes, he began to paint.

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"You know, according to what you've told me, you've only been painting after having these nightmares, right?"

Sasuke looked up at his guardian, Kakashi, who was also a psychiatrist, with a disdain look and bloodshot eyes.

"Do you not think I realize that? I'm losing sleep over nightmares I can't even remember, but they motivate me to paint him."

Kakashi pondered for a moment, before looking down at Sasuke. Sasuke looked up, feeling that single gaze of his guardian's eyes. Ever since he could remember, he's always seen his guardian with a mask that covered his lower face and a bandana covering his left eye...You neverk now what he was feeling or thinking.

"Maybe instead of an angel, he's a demon. You know, since you're drawing him after these nightmares and all – "

"You're wrong. He's not a demon, he's an angel." Sasuke stated, suddenly feeling vicious at the thought of someone claiming the angel to be a demon. "I know he's an angel, so don't you dare call him a demon."

Kakashi merely looked at him before getting up.

"Well, there's nothing I can do to help you. So, I'd better get going. Can't spend my entire day with you, I have little animals to save, you know?" And with a wink of his single eye, he left.

Looking at the door, Sasuke snorted.

'You're a psychiatrist, idiot, you don't save animals."

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The Untitled Chapter 01 End//Chapter completed on 06.01.07

Chibi Chidori's nonsense:

And with this, it is the wrap up of chapter one. Everything is going pretty well and smoothly and I feel as if the character introductions are going slowly and nicely. One to two characters per chapter is enough, maybe three at a time, but introductions will not be made in every chapter. Nyahahaha, I'm such a dork. (A hyper dork at that. :smile: )

This chapter is also short, I'm sorry. . The next one, however, is definitely a lot longer, if that's any good news to you. Since the prologue was so short, I decided to update this first chapter quickly, but the next chapter may come in around 3-4 weeks.

So, if you enjoyed this chapter, even a little bit, please review and make me happy. No one lined, "please update soon" fics, because I'd like to hear your opinion instead of a simple, "very good update soon". Those, I find, are just a waste of my time. (Sorry to offend those who write that, but honestly, spare more than 5 seconds?)

Thank you for the reviews, although I won't be able to reply! Now, moving on to other stories I haven't updated in a while (per say, an year or two. :yikes: )