YAY! REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY. ::easy-to-please:: Also, baking makes me happy. I just made baklava (heh, no H's) for mother's day, and it's GREAT! Crap. Now it's obvious that I wrote this so far ahead of posting it. Oh well, you had to wait anyway, so nyeh.

Nevermind. I'm too impatient. I had intended to post this tomorrow, but I'm either too lazy to wait, or too impatient...probably both.

Story time. ENJOY.

Warnings: Language, mild violence (will get worse for a bit later), YAOI (later--not so much with the yaoiage yet). Naruto's emo. Sasuke's bitchy.

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

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.

The two teens were called to the principle's office almost immediately.

Naruto slumped in his chair, nursing his sore nose, having gone through half-a-box of tissues to stem the bleeding. Luckily it wasn't broken, but the other boy packed a hell of a punch.

Sasuke sat with his lanky frame curled up, feet on the seat, black-tipped fingers drumming against his knee. His hood was still up. Naruto had been surprised at the pale boy's size, as all the black clothing served to make him look larger and more intimidating, but when Sasuke had tackled him, he noticed that he was far too light for someone of his stature.

Sasuke glanced up, feeling Naruto's gaze on him. He scowled from under his wide hood.

"The fuck do you want?"

Naruto shrugged, but leaned closer, still watching the paler boy intently. He could see deep shadows under the obsidian eyes, like Sasuke hadn't had a good night's sleep in weeks.

Principal Sarutobi entered. Naruto, leaning back, could feel the tension in the room multiply.

"Did you have to do that?" The question was aimed at Sasuke. "I've told you before, you keep this up you'll never graduate, Uchiha..."

The black-clad boy sneered, and chewed maliciously on a hangnail.

Sarutobi sighed. "Never mind. You know the drill. You're not suspended, just go home, and be back here in the morning," he said, running a hand over his old face.

Sasuke got up immediately, and stalked out of the room, face as expressionless as he could make it.

"Naruto, why did you get mixed up with him?" Sarutobi was sincere. "He's got no future, it's hopeless for him. You've got talent. I don't want to see you screw yourself over."

Naruto smiled and nodded, silent. It was weird to see someone who had supported him in everything be so dismissive and discouraged about another person. He'd thought that the principal could never find fault in someone.

Sarutobi acknowledged his agreement, and gave a tired smile. "Go home, Naruto. You've had a tough day. Get some rest, and you'll be fine."

Naruto grinned gratefully, then winced as the bruised skin of his face scrunched painfully. He thanked the old man, and skipped out the door.

Kiba was waiting for him. The two of them walked, chatting towards the front entrance. On the landing above it, Kiba grabbed a hold of Naruto's elbow, and pointed down to the doors.

There stood Sasuke, hands shoved in his pockets. His hood was pushed back a bit, so the light hit his face more evenly, and gave a clearer view of his features. Naruto noticed absently that he was surprisingly pretty. The pale boy jerked suddenly, as if he was coming out of a trance, and turned to the landing. His eyes met Naruto's, and the blond felt himself sucked into endless black depths. They stood for a second, before Sasuke glared—Naruto felt a shiver run up his spine—and spun around, stalking away through the doors.

"Hey man, I've been thinkin'," Kiba said as they pushed their bikes out of the parking lot. Because of the close proximity of their houses to school, both boys felt no need to use a car—not to mention neither of them were allowed to drive due to safety reasons of the other people in the world—and they chose to bike the way to school and back. Naruto had also been twitchy around cars since his parents had died. "Why're you going now? We haven't graduated yet, not to mention it's the middle of the week..."

Naruto grinned. "Nah, I've got all my credits. I don't need to be in school any more, so Sarutobi's letting me graduate a bit early."

Kiba got a wistful look on his face. "Man, I wish I could come with you..."

"What would you do?" Naruto hopped onto his bike, pedalling slowly.

"I'd play cricket, obviously. I'd be the championship cricket player, up on my horse, and I'd just go, bam!"

Naruto frowned, confused. The motion Kiba had made was something more like a golf swing that a cricket bat.

"They don't have horses in cricket. I think you're thinkin' about polo..."

Kiba grumbled, but kept the dreamy look.

"Then I'd be a champion polo player...It'd be great..."

Naruto laughed, and started pedalling faster when they came to the edge of the campus. He waved to his friend, and took off, letting the wind whip his hair around his face. He smiled, relishing the late spring sun and warmth.

Kiba could make a good polo player... He thought. But he'd suck at cricket...

Naruto knew how his aunt would react to the thought of him going to England. Since his parents died, she had been over protective of him, making sure he never got into trouble, that he passed al his classes, everything. It was invasive, to say the least.

At his parents funeral, a month before his tenth birthday, Tsunade had come up from behind, hugging him close, and said softly:

"Don't you worry, Naruto. This won't change a thing for you."

He knew that she was trying to comfort him, but it wasn't comforting. Since then she had made all the decisions for him, as though it would help him somehow.

He knew how she would react to the thought of him going to England to write instead of being a politician (like his father), or a lawyer, or a doctor (following in her footsteps), as she had hoped. So he hadn't told her.

"The airline called."

Naruto froze, halfway down the stairs to his room in the basement. He rotated slowly. Tsunade stood in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, an unreadable expression on her face. Naruto grinned sheepishly, and rubbed the back of his head with his hand.

"Your flight's been changed."

Her voice was cold.

"Look, granny, I'm sorry," Naruto started, hesitantly. He dropped his backpack, and took a step towards his aunt. She wasn't actually his aunt, she was his father's cousin, but it was close enough. She was his best friend. Also, at fifty-three, she was almost old enough to be his grandmother, even if she didn't look it.

"Naruto, why did you hide this? Do you want to ruin my life?" There was a tremble in her voice this time. Naruto would have felt bad if he wasn't so angry. It bubbled up, and then exploded.

"Ruin your life? I've been doing nothing but following your life since I was ten! I don't have a future anymore, it's all yours, you wouldn't even care if it weren't for your plans!" He knew he was going a bit far, especially as he watched Tsunade's face close up even more. "I've been writing for years, and you haven't noticed. Why do you think you can stop me? This is my choice, my life, my responsibility! I'm not a little kid anymore!" He was shouting by that time, eyes flashing angrily.

The room rang with his shouts when he stopped. Naruto had heard of a deafening silence before, but the hush in the room was more than that. It was oppressive. Naruto felt like he was drowning in silence.

"You're not going to England," Tsunade said, her voice throbbing with an unidentified emotion, and disappeared into the kitchen.

Naruto stood still for a second, before snatching his backpack back up and storming down the stairs. The house, which had belonged to his parents, was a large, three-storied house on one of the many hills in Konoha. Surrounded on three sides by forest, the house was built so that the entrance was on the second floor at the top of the hill. Naruto had taken over the basement, and his room was directly in the back, with a clear view of the woods from the large windows.

He tossed his bag into the corner by his desk, and threw himself heavily onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. His blue eyes seemed to gaze past the dartboard on the white plaster ceiling, thoughtful and sombre, as he fingered the leather strap of his watch. The watch, square and outlined in black, had a yellow outline of a man dancing on a red background bordered by lime green. It had belonged to his dad. He had told Naruto at some point who had designed it, but he couldn't remember what his name was.

Tsunade had gotten him a watch too, for his tenth birthday, but he never wore it.

After a minute, he got up and pulled his notebook out of his bag, flopping again onto his bedspread, and started writing.

And we have more emo!Naruto. Guh, I really can't stand making him not be a hyperactive annoying brat, but it just wouldn't work! At least he's not too OOC...I hope...

Also, plot! Yaaaay! Sort of. Almost. Not really, but it's still sigificant.

YAY! I love Shounen-Ai (not just the BL, but also the sweet, sweet gal who reviewed!) YAY. But yeah, the NaruSasu is probably more NaruSasuNaru, but Naruto's still (more) dominant. 'Cause that's just his character to me...::shrug::

And to Nadramon, unfortunately no, OroSasu's not exactly one sided...;; It a bit dubious, but it's still there. It's not very long...You'll find out a lot more about it next chapter, but (kekeke) it won't be all of Sasuke's history. That won't come 'till later. Also, I'm American, so I know all about bad presidents. Not sorry if I offend anyone.

P.S. SUPERIMPORTANTNESS: Does anyone know what Sakura's parents are named? Or have suggestions? 'Cause I can't exactly post the next chapter without them, 'casue calling them "Mrs. Haruno" and "Mr. Haruno" just sounds dumb...

HAH. I've finally found out the designer of the watch. Keith Haring, a New York Subway graffiti artist who died of AIDS in 1990. 'S my watch, if you couldn't tell. XD It's awesome.