Plot: Sasuke's heart could be painted any colour... Has Madara corrupted him beyond repair? When Sasuke agrees to stay in Konoha, can he keep his sanity, or will Itachi's death prove too much for him? Only Naruto can save him, but it may be too late. SasuNaru.

Warning: None yet.

Disclaimer: Why would this be called fanfiction if I owned Naruto?

Inspiration: Pillar of Support, by bellabambina248 (This was the story that originally inspired Tears He'll Never See. Look it up!)

Music: Love The Way You Lie, by Eminem ft. Rhianna.

Video: http : / / www . youtube . com / watch?v=Y3e4X5jYMMM (I made this video =D)

A/N: This is in Naruto's POV again! Sasuke's will be next chapter. Sorry about the semi-late update. I promised it would be soon, but...it turns out it took a normal amount of time. I really had meant to update super soon, but it didn't really work out that way. Once again, sorry!

I was very happy with the number of reviews I got, though. I was so surprised, because I only had a prologue (a very SHORT prologue) up. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and/or added this story to their story alert subscriptions. It's inspired me to work hard on this story!

Before I let you read this, I have another apology to make. Being a fan of long chapters, I feel very discontent with the chapters I've been producing, and I'm sure you feel the same. However, I've been getting better. The chapters are still rather short, but they get longer the more I practice. So this is another short chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Please review and give me your feedback! I like hearing your comments!

Thank you!

Oh! Before I forget, one more thing!

Please go check out a narrative I wrote for class! Yes, it was for class, but it's my best ever, I think. It's also pretty interesting. It might be worth it.

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Today is the anniversary of Itachi's death.

It's a day I've dreaded for quite some time now. After all, it was Itachi's death that set Sasuke off on destroying Konoha in the first place. It was obvious that their love for each other was mutual; out of the entire clan, Sasuke was the one Itachi couldn't kill, and even though it would shatter Itachi's sacrifice into dust, Sasuke couldn't let his death go. To Itachi, Sasuke was more important than the future of Konoha; likewise, Itachi meant too much to Sasuke for him to leave the Leaf village standing. But there was one fatal difference. Itachi's actions stemmed purely from love. Sasuke's were created from a mixture of love and hate—a deadly combination.

I understand this well. I understand Sasuke's emotions, how he feels about his brother.

I also understand the consequences of a love/hate relationship.

Light was beginning to shine through the curtains. I turned my head to look at the clock. Its neon glowing colours read 5:30. It was almost time for Sasuke to wake up. Usually, he woke up before me. But I hadn't been able to sleep all night. I was too busy wondering what would happen today. What would Sasuke be like? Would he go into relapse and decide to get his revenge on Konoha again? I hoped with all my heart that Sasuke wouldn't. I hoped he'd just continue like it was a normal day. I hoped that he would forget the date, would forget to look at the calendar today.

While Sasuke's emotions and thoughts may be unpredictable, his actions certainly aren't.

Every day, he would look at the calendar. I wasn't sure of the reason why. Maybe he was tracking the days, maybe he was waiting for something. Or maybe he just wanted to make sure he knew what day it was. He never marked the calendars—never drew big red circles or X's like I do. One could only guess his reasons for checking the calendar as soon as he wakes up. The point is, he never fails to look at it.

Out of my many hopes for today, there was one that I could actually act on. I hoped to try and prevent Sasuke from looking at the calendar. Or at least stall him. So during my sleepless night, I had come up with the perfect plan. I would cook him breakfast! And it wouldn't be ramen. Sasuke doesn't usually like my cooking, but this time it'll be different, because I created the recipe for my Super Uzumaki Special Wake-Up Breakfast Delight.

After glancing at the clock one more time—5:31—I silently climbed out of bed, slipping on my fluffy walrus slippers as I stepped onto the ground. I held my breath as I tiptoed out my room, very slowly and quietly shutting my door. The walk past Sasuke's room was nerve-wracking. He was an extremely light sleeper, and this was the one day I didn't want to wake him. I was glad I chose the super fluffy version of these slippers; they muffled the sounds of my footsteps expertly.

Finally, I made it to the kitchen, with twenty-seven minutes left until Sasuke's internal alarm would go off. In any other house, cooking would be noisy and sure to wake anyone sleeping. But the house Sasuke bought for the two of us was special. It had a door to the kitchen. For some reason, Sasuke didn't like the kitchen being connected to the rest of the house (maybe it was specifically for the noise I make when I cook), so he had a thick wooden door installed, sufficiently muting the interior. Honestly, it was super useful, even if I didn't particularly like it.

With speed, I got out the pans, the plates, the cups, the coffee beans, the milk, the orange juice, the eggs, the ham, the turkey, the tomatoes, the ketchup, the onions, the bread, and whatever else I saw fit to go into the breakfast. The first thing I did was make the coffee and set it aside to roast. The next thing I did was slap some butter in the pan and wait for it to melt down. I wasn't really sure what I was making, but if the ingredients were good, the breakfast would be perfect! I just knew it would be. Even if it looked like soup in the end.

Happily humming a tune to myself (as I didn't need to be quiet in the kitchen—it was completely blocked off!), I cracked the six eggs open and dumped them in the pan, watching as the creamy butter mixed beautifully with the eggs to create a pale orange colour. I grabbed a whisk and stirred enthusiastically, gripping the handle with one hand so the pan wouldn't fly off the stove. After the eggs were blended enough, I put the whisk away.

I turned to the rest of my ingredients, wondering what to do with them. The ham, turkey, onions, and tomatoes all needed to be cut . . . but I had already started the eggs! I bit my lip, a little worried. Could I chop them all at once? My eyes slid over the two large hunks of meat, and the smaller balls of onions and tomatoes. Yes! I knew just what to do!

Smiling, I scooped them up and placed them in the pan. They made the eggs overflow a bit, but that was okay. Their size would reduce in no time! "Prepare yourself, breakfast!" I muttered, and created a shadow clone. I looked at him and nodded, reaching out my hand to go under his. Soon, my favourite blue ball of Rasengan was spinning in my hands. I let my clone go as I moved my hand carefully over the pan . . . and dropped it.

There was a large exploding sound and chunks of meat, tomatoes, onions, and butter-egg soup flew all over the place. The kitchen was now littered with food, and I had it all over me, but it was okay. Because the result was perfect! Just the right amount remained in the pan, and it was mixed together flawlessly; the tomatoes, onions, turkey, and ham sliced to perfection.

I grinned, pleased with myself. Now all there was left to do was pour the coffee, milk, and orange juice. Oh, and also let my Super Uzumaki Special Wake-Up Breakfast Delight finish cooking. I put the lid on the pan to let it cook, and then went to wash the cups. They were no exception to the food splattered kitchen. Once they were clean enough, I took a towel from the drawer to dry them. I didn't want Sasuke thinking I had just washed the cups. Because that'd be really lame.

As I poured the coffee into the coffee mug, I wondered if I should put cream and sugar in it. Come to think of it, I'd never seen Sasuke drink coffee. I was sure he did, because I alone couldn't finish all the coffee so quickly, but maybe I should have payed closer attention. Deciding to stay on the safe side, I left it black and put a cube of sugar next to the cup on top of the little plate it sat on. If he wanted milk, he could use the milk in the glass. I next poured the milk and orange juice, and set them next to the coffee. All there was left to do was to put the main course on the plate!

I took the lid off the pan and was met with the brilliant bubble of half-soup, half-something else. It didn't look too great, but boy did it smell nice! I was tempted to taste it, but I didn't. I wanted to see Sasuke's reaction to it first. But I bet he was going to love it. He loved tomatoes, and I made sure to put an extra amount in there. Of course, they no longer held any form, and there was no way of telling if there were tomatoes in there at all, but I was sure Sasuke would be able to taste them.

I poured my Super Uzumaki Special Wake-Up Breakfast Delight into a bowl, and then set it atop a plate just for decoration. I took a step back to admire my creation, and then looked at the clock. It was 5:57. I had three minutes to get this to Sasuke before he woke up and checked his calendar.

My mood dampened at the thought of this. Sasuke would remember the day even without seeing the calendar. It was inevitable. He'd become moodier and moodier as today drew closer, acting out more and being crueler than usual. It was foolish of me to even consider distracting him from the date. But maybe if he liked my breakfast, he'd be okay. Maybe, just maybe. I wanted him to start out in a good mood today, and I just hoped I didn't screw everything up.

Sighing, I brushed the scattered pieces of food off me and shook my head a little to get it out of my hair. The best I could do for now was force a smile to my face and try to cheer Sasuke up. I formed the signs to create two shadow clones and the three of us picked up Sasuke's breakfast. I carried the S.U.S.W.U.B.D., my left shadow clone carried the coffee milk, and the clone on my right carried the silverware and orange juice. Everything was set to go.

We exited the kitchen and made our way to Sasuke's room. I kicked the door open and shouted, "Good morning, teme!"

I flipped on the light switch and bounded over to my raven haired lover. He was awake immediately, and, unfailingly, glaring. I gave him a cheeky grin and sat down next to him on the edge of his bed. My shadow clones both smiled at him before disappearing. The drinks and silverware rested on Sasuke's bedside table.

"I made you breakfast!" I said, smiling happily at Sasuke. I held out the steaming bowl of soupy breakfast. "See?"

Sasuke stared at it for a moment before grunting and pulling himself into a sitting position. "What kind of breakfast is it?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"It's the Super Uzumaki Special Wake-Up Breakfast Delight!" I told him enthusiastically. Shoving the bowl into his hands, I reached over to grab a spoon and a fork for him. "Here you go! Eat up! I made it special for you!"

I watched him carefully as he took the silverware from me and looked down at the breakfast. He already looked tired and sad, but at least he hadn't distanced himself yet. Even better, he wasn't angry either. He just looked . . . disgruntled. And a little confused, as he cautiously dipped the spoon into the soup. I stared at him eagerly, anxiously awaiting his response to the food.

Black eyes darted up to meet mine. "Are you sure it's safe?" Sasuke asked, a little bit of worry lacing his voice.

"Yeah! It's totally fine! Now stop being a bastard and eat it!" I glared at him, and then down at the breakfast I'd slaved over.

Sasuke seemed to repress a sigh before he rose the spoon to his mouth and took a bite. I couldn't tell if he liked it or not by his expression, but I just hoped he did. Finally, after agonizingly long moments, he swallowed.

"Well?" I asked.

Sasuke gave me a small smile. "It's good," he said.

"Good," I said, and gave a satisfied nod. I wasn't sure what to do as Sasuke ate his breakfast. He gazed out the window as he ate, not really paying attention to me. It was understandable, and probably better, because I really didn't know what to do. I could be annoying and pester him, but somehow, I felt that wouldn't be the best thing to do. So I waited nervously while Sasuke ate, feeling the tension increase as he became more and more awake. I stared down at the blankets, where my fists clenched them. Today would be rough. Oh God, please don't let Sasuke want to avenge Itachi's death again.

After a while, I felt eyes rest on me. I slowly looked up, meeting Sasuke's blank, black eyes. "What?" I asked, my heart starting to pump.

He looked at me for a moment longer, then finally asked, "Why are you covered in food?"

I looked down at my clothes, surprised. I thought I'd gotten it all off. "Oh," I laughed embarrassedly, looking back up at Sasuke. "I, uh, kind of Rasengan'd your food. ….Yeah."

Sasuke's eyes grew wide, and almost panicked. "The kitchen!" he said frantically. "Did you hurt the kitchen?" His expression was desperate, and almost fearful.

"The kitchen's fine!" I said, alarmed. What kind of reaction was this? "Why are you so worried about the kitchen?"

Sasuke relaxed as soon as I uttered the word "fine." He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes resting on the half-eaten plate of food that now rested in his lap. I held my breath, waiting to see if I would get a response. The seconds ticked by, and I was wondering what was wrong with Sasuke. The ticking of the clock grew louder, louder, and I began to get nervous.

Suddenly, Sasuke's hand clenched around the plate and it was thrown against the wall, shattering into pieces.

I jumped up. "Sasuke!" His head snapped towards me, and his eyes were a furious Sharingan red and black combo, already spinning. I stared into the red stars in them, internally wincing. "Sasuke," I said slowly. I took a shaky step toward him. "Come on, man, don't be like this." On the outside, I tried to remain casual, but on the inside, I was terrified.

The anger in Sasuke's eyes only increased. "Naruto," he bit out. His hands now clenched the sheets.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I killed Itachi."

For a moment, I didn't answer. I couldn't. What was I supposed to say to that? I didn't want to upset Sasuke by saying something stupid, like, "I know," or "What's your point?" There's nothing technically wrong with saying, "I know," but I get the feeling it would upset Sasuke. So, I said nothing. I just sat back down on the bed next to him. He jerked a little when I came near, but had no other reaction. I looked into his eyes again, and understood that he was waiting for a response.

Taking a deep breath, I said, "It wasn't your fault."

The last thing I saw before my eyes snapped shut and I was thrown across the room, was Sasuke's eyes go almost completely red with how six-point star expanded. My body crashed into the wall and then slid down to join the plate and soup. I reopened my eyes to see Sasuke standing up, hands clenched.

"Usuratonkachi!" he hissed. A single tear slid down his cheek. "You know it was my fault." I trembled. I hated it when Sasuke got like this. But what he said next was completely unexpected.

"And it's your fault too!"

Out of nowhere, a kunai came flying at my face.