SO. Apparently, 'cause no one reviewed, you obviously don't care if this is crap or not, so I'm just gonna keep posting!

...yeah. I'm just a whiny-face. Ignore me...

Disclaimer: Not minez.

Warnings: Language, mild violence (will get worse for a bit later), YAOI (later). OOCness. (Kiba's a wuss, Sasuke's scary--not that that's much different, but whatever.)

Pairings: InoNaru (minor), OroSasu (minor), NaruSasu (main, but later)...(too many parentheses...)

Summary: Naruto has always had dreams of being invisible. After a falling out with his aunt and a run-in with the school bad ass, Sasuke, he finds he really is. Somehow he has to make Sasuke see him, or he'll never be seen again. Based on the movie The Invisible.

Kiba washed his hands in the bathroom after biology class, nose still stinging from the overpowering smell of dead fish. The sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up to his elbows as he tried to remove fish guts from under his fingernails. He didn't hear the door open behind him because of the water.

He certainly noticed when he was grabbed from behind and slammed into the mirror.

"Hallo, fucker."

Sakon and Tayuya, two of the most terrifying seniors in Konoha. It wasn't just their reputation—Sakon was rumoured to have killed someone sometime, as well as had an incestuous gay relationship with his twin brother (though no one knew if he actually had a brother, as no one had ever seen him), and Tayuya, despite being in the band, had a mouth that could make a sailor blush like Hyuuga Hinata, and could beat the crap out of anyone dumb enough to call her girly (she was also rumoured to have killed someone)—but also the people they hung out with that made them so very dangerous.

The two pressed him onto the sink counter. Sakon held his right arm, Tayuya held his left. The pink haired girl, completely unmindful of being in the men's room, was snarling at him, apparently not pleased with something. Sakon just leered from under a curtain of light purple hair, his black lipstick utterly disconcerting.

"Sasuke-kun's not pleased with you," Tayuya hissed.

Kibe felt himself whimper, but didn't dare to cry out for help when the bathroom door swung open again. In walked a tall, pale boy, dressed all in black. His pants were a couple sizes too large, and held up by a thick leather belt. He wore a ribbed turtleneck all the way up to his jaw, and a hoodie sweatshirt only half zipped. His hair was hidden in the hood, and his eyes were shadowed, but his fine-boned face, pale skin, and emotionless features were all easily identified.

Uchiha Sasuke.

He had been the smartest, most popular kid in middle school. He was still the smartest, but something had happened the summer before eighth grade, and when he had come back, everyone was terrified of him. Including the teachers. It was a wonder that, despite his genius, he had managed to stay in high school all that time.

"Inuzuka. Where the fuck is my money?"

"I'm still getting it. I-I swear, I'm broke right now, but I've been working, a-and I k-know that you need it, and I promi—I swear that I-I'll get it. I'm w-working on selling some s-stuff right now, and I'll really, really get it to you b-by F-Friday, I swear—"

It was Wednesday. There was no way he could get that money in time, but he could try.

Sasuke reached into one deep pocket of his pants and pulled out a switchblade. He flipped it open, and Kiba felt a lump in his throat as he looked at it. He could feel tears stinging his eyes.

"Fuck, man, I swear—I'll get it!"

Tayuya growled, pissed, and grabbed his hand, slamming it palm-down onto the counter. Sasuke lowered the knife, and held Kiba's hand down too, his fingers pale and long, tipped with chipping black nail polish. With one swift move, he dug the knife into the side of Kiba's thumb.

Sakon slapped a hand over Kiba's mouth as he cried out. The feminine-looking boy whispered into his ear, "You'd best have that money soon, or it'll be worse. Trust me."

Kiba whimpered against Sakon's hand, tears leaking out his eyes as he tried in vain to control himself.

Sasuke pulled the knife back and closed it up, allowing Tatuya and Sakon to release the brunette. He reached out and patted Kiba harshly on the cheek.

"Don't cry, dog-boy. It's just a little cut." He smirked, just a tiny quirk of his lips, and stalked out, his heavy combat boots thumping loudly on the floor, and called back: "Friday, Inuzuka."

The other two seniors followed him, Tayuya turning back once to spit at the injured boy. Then they were gone.

Kiba picked himself up from his sprawled position on the counter, still shaking. He turned back to the sink to rinse the cut—Sasuke was right, it was fairly small, but it hurt like a bitch, and it was really the thought that counted—before heading off to the nurse to get a band-aid, and then to the cafeteria to meet Naruto.

Naruto was already scarfing down food happily by the time Kiba reached the lunch room. The blonde grinned widely as his friend slipped into the room, casting a cautious look around. Sasuke and his crew were already sitting all the way to the left, as far away from other people as they could manage without actually leaving the room. Kiba breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped quickly into line for food.

Naruto raised an eyebrow—or attempted to, as he'd never figured out how to raise just one—when the brunette bounced over to the table, holding his lunch tray weirdly. Then he noticed the bandaid on Kiba's thumb, and the other eyebrow came up.

Kiba shrugged, and shook his head.

"'S nothing, just a paper-cut." He attacked the slightly soggy hamburger, ravenous. It's strange how hungry being threatened makes you. "So, you goin' to Hyuuga's?" he mumbled around the meat.

Naruto made a disgusted face, before ignoring the others' lack of manners.

"No, I have something I gotta do."

Kiba made a confused noise, and stared at him over his lunch. Then he grunted, again with his mouth full, and attempted to speak, with little success.

Naruto took pity on his friend.

"Y' know that writer's course in England the old man was talking about earlier this year? Well, I, Uzumaki-Naruto-The-Great, got in! I'm leaving tomorrow night!" He bounced excitedly, unable to contain himself.

Kiba delicately choked on his food.

"Dude!" he said after he finished coughing, "That's amazing! I should totally come with you! We could be British together!"

Naruto laughed loudly, before a movement from the corner caught his eye. Tayuya was threatening Sakon with bodily harm across the room. He glanced down at Kiba's hand, which was waving wildly at that point, and the bandaid on it.

"Kiba..."

Said boy stopped prattling, confused by his friend's sobering tone.

"Has Uchiha-bastard been after you again?"

Kiba shifted. He nodded.

"You shoulda gotten a phone from RadioShack, that asshole wouldn't be on your case if you had," Naruto said, surprising Kiba with his sincerity.

Kiba gave a wide grin, that looked more like a grimace, to cover up the awkwardness he felt.

"You know my dad, he won't give me money for anything. Heh, I'm completely broke..." His eyes fell along with his face. "I was thinking of selling my bike to get the money..."

"How are you gonna buy a plane ticket, when you can't even pay for a cell phone?"

Kiba grinned again. "Well, when you're famous, you can just pay for my ticket!"

"How much do you owe him?"

He looked panicked. "Wha—no, Naruto, don't, you idiot—they'll kill you!"

"Oi! C'mon dog-face, I'm tryin' to help you here!" Naruto mock-glared, trying to keep the concern off his face. He might be an idiot most of the time, but he'd be damned if someone tried to hurt his friends.

"No, really Naruto, I'm fine, I swear—" But it was pointless. Naruto had already gotten up and was striding quickly over to the Uchiha's table.

Said Uchiha could have seen him coming from a mile away, what with the way his hair caught the light as he walked, and his bright orange shirt acted as a beacon. But he ignored his approach, focussing instead on his knife, twirling it between his long-fingered hands, obsidian eyes locked on the shining blade. He shifted slightly, and propped one foot on the edge of the table.

It wasn't until Naruto came to a stop beside Sasuke that he even bothered to look up.

"How much does Inuzuka owe you?"

Sasuke glanced at the blond, uninterested, before sliding his gaze back to the knife. The hood obscured his face from Naruto's angle, so he took his lack of response as a sign to keep going. He reached into his back pocket—they were just regular jeans that day—and pulled out his wallet, quickly trying to figure out how much a cell phone should cost on the black market.

He gave up, and just started pulling bills out, dropping then onto the table by Sasuke's booted foot.

Ten, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-one, two, three, forty-three. That was all he had.

"Is that enough?" Naruto had to restrain himself from punching the pale bastard. He wouldn't be able to buy ramen that night, and the Uchiha wasn't even bothering to acknowledge it!

Sasuke snorted softly, and kicked the money off the table, still not looking up.

Naruto ground his teeth. Asshole. He bent to pick up the cash. As he was standing, the shadowed expression on Sasuke's face distracted him for a second. He hadn't seen someone look that sad, while still looking angry and blank since his own at his parents' funeral.

He lent forward, his lips brushing against a pale cheek, and he whispered:

"You are so broken."

With that he turned on his heel and left, tucking his wallet back into his pocket. There seemed to be a wave of silence across the cafeteria, as people stopped eating to watch the exchange.

Then there was a shout.

"FUCK YOU."

Naruto turned, startled, to see Sasuke bolting from his seat, handsome face contorted in rage.

Sasuke stepped on a table, making the girl sitting there shriek, and took a flying leap at the blonde. He tackled him, and drew his fist back.

Crack.

Kekekekeke. I had fun torturing Kiba... Also, Tayuya rocks my socks. Like, seriously. I wanna marry her. But she's dead. TT.TT Aaaaaaand Naruto's still out of character...

More plotishnessism. Actual plot won't really start 'til later, but THAT'S OKAY.

Ow. My back hurts. I did yoga today, and then I fell apart. (so saaaaad)

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