So, gettin' started more in the plot! Remember, this is only based on the movie, so it on't be exactly the same...but yeah. For one thing, I'm screwing Sasuke up so much more than his movie-twin. But it works. :D

Disclaimer: Not minez.

Warnings: Language, mild violence (will get worse for a bit later), YAOI IN THIS CHAPTER. Orochimaru (he deserves his own warning). Mentions of underaged sex.

Pairings: OroSasu (not so minor here), InoNaru (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.

Like Naruto, Sasuke went home after leaving the school too. He kicked open the door of the small apartment, wrinkling his nose at the sharp stench of urine continually emitting from the carpet. As usual, he had to resist the urge to take off his shoes at the front door, as the inside of the apartment was almost as bad as outside, and couldn't possibly get any dirtier. He snorted, disgusted, at the flat. Dirty dishes covered the tiny table, piled high in the sink and on the counter, as well as empty containers of whatever food they had.

Haruno Masaru, his foster mom sat on the couch watching television.

"Oi, is there any food left?" Sasuke asked, picking through the boxes on the table. There were a few Cheerios left, but he would save them for Sakura later. He pulled open the refrigerator. There was nothing but some bad eggs and an old carton of milk. When he got no answer, he shut the fridge door and turned. "I said: is there any food left?"

The red haired woman waved absently, not tearing her eyes away from the screen.

With a snarl, Sasuke stalked to the T.V. and turned it off. He spun towards the couch, and threw an empty packet of mac-and-cheese at her. "What the hell have you been doing all day? What the fuck do you do besides sit on your ass that makes you unable to cook a fucking meal?!"

The door opened behind him. It was Haruno Yashin, coming back from his day job. Masaru was getting flustered, and quite ready to start a shouting match, when the larger man spoke up. Sasuke froze, stiffened, and didn't turn to face him.

"It'll be good for you to start doing something during the day. You could at least cook some food before everyone gets home," he said, pulling off his light jacket. He used to be a police, but after an incident that needn't be talked about, he was demoted to security guard at a hotel.

Masaru grumbled, and cast a dirty look at Sasuke, before she stomped off into the kitchen. Sasuke followed her and grabbed an almost empty jar of peanut butter and one of the stale bagels, before slipping through a side door to his room that he shared with his foster sister.

"Sasuke-kun!"

Sasuke let himself smile slightly at the greeting. Once Sakura had found out about Sasuke's Japanese roots, she had taken it upon herself to make him feel as much at home as possible. It didn't work very well, but it was a sweet thing for the seven year old to do.

Sasuke raised a hand and wiggled his fingers in greeting to the strawberry-blond girl (1). Sakura was sitting on the floor, playing with a large remote-controlled airplane. Ever since Sasuke had come into the Haruno family, Sakura had started attempting to be more like him, and thus had started collecting more boy-ish toys. Her endeavours weren't successful, as she was far too bouncy and cheerful, with jade green eyes, an almost unnatural hair colour, and a perpetual smile on her face, to reflect the broody pale teenager. Also, despite her insistence that it was not, her favourite colour was pink, as shown in her pale pink skirt. Her light green t-shirt was a size too big for her, but she looked adorable anyway.

Sasuke kicked off his shoes, sitting on his creaky bed, and reached into his messenger bag to pull out a length of red ribbon. He was far too sentimental when it came to Sakura, but the child had grown on him, and he went to great lengths to please her. Using his pocket knife, he scrapped the last bits of peanut butter out of the jar and spread it unevenly on the bagel, cutting it in half and licking the knife clean before he closed it. Sasuke motioned to Sakura, and the young girl bounced from the floor to sit in front of him. He handed her the peanut-butter-bagel, which she accepted gratefully, and turned her around so that her back was to him.

His long fingers raked through her long strawberry-blonde hair, and she sighed in bliss at the sensation. Using his fingers to comb her hair, Sasuke listened absently as she prattled on about her day. He was just tying her hair back with the red ribbon—which he had stolen from an art room before he had left campus—when Sakura voiced a question.

"Hey Sasuke-kun, can I go on the roof and play with my airplane?"

Sasuke bopped her gently on the head. "No, it's too dangerous. You could get hurt playing there. I'll take you to the park soon." He glanced at the clock, and shifted his foster sister away from his lap so he could put his shoes back on. He hadn't planned to go out, but he might as well, as there was nothing to do but spend time with Sakura in the apartment, and she needed to get more sleep.

"Today?" Sakura's voice was slightly dull, as though she had asked the question several times before.

Sasuke hesitated, remembering his own elder brother, then mentally shook his head, shoving the memory down. "Soon."

Sakura turned on her knees on the bed, picking at her skirt. "Are you going out?"

The boy looked up and nodded, silent.

"Will you come home tonight?"

Sasuke paused again, and said, "I'll be back soon."

Sakura grinned shyly, before perking up. "And then will you take me to the park?" she asked, bouncing slightly. "And if I'm asleep before you come home, can you bring me another ribbon tomorrow?" She looked so excited.

Sasuke gave a little half smile at her enthusiasm, and leaned over to look her in the eye.

"I'll bring you something even better," he said.

She smiled happily at him, and clambered down to the floor, where she resumed her playing. Sasuke tugged lightly on a lock of hair held back by the ribbon as he left.

Then he went to Orochimaru's.

Orochimaru used to work with a large gang self-named Sound, but after he had been arrested for burglarizing a notoriously rich family the gang had disbanded. Tayuya and Sakon had been in it, as had another kid from Konoha, but they had had a falling out at some time, and were more likely to kill each other than look at each other. When they passed in the halls, Tayuya would call Kidomaru names about every aspect in his life—usually comparing him to some sort of nasty bug—and Sakon would stick to simpler insults about his heritage and sexuality.

Sasuke had met Orochimaru the summer he turned thirteen–the year it happened–after beating the shit out of Kabuto, Orochimaru's subordinate, for trying to grope him in the supermarket. The man had promised to deal with Kabuto, complimented him on his round-house kick, and asked—quite innocently—if he might join him for dinner. Sasuke said yes, and they had been fucking ever since.

The pale boy wasn't sure exactly how old Orochimaru actually was, but he was certainly older than the twenty-six he claimed to be. Luckily for Orochimaru, after Sasuke had turned sixteen almost two years ago there were no actual laws against their unconventional relationship. (2) Sasuke was very aware of the unethicalness of it, and was mildly disgusted by himself, but Orochimaru had promised to keep him safe, make him stronger, and so the teen stayed with him. He was handsome in an exotic kind of way, with a thin, pointed face, pale skin, and a long sheet of pitch-black hair. His eyes were an abnormal golden colour, and the pupils were somewhat long and narrow, like a cat's.

Orochimaru was talking on the phone when Sasuke showed up. Despite the time that Sasuke had gotten out of school, it was nearly seven o'clock in the evening when he got to the older man's place.

Orochimaru gave a wide grin at the sight of the younger boy, and quickly said good-bye to the person on the phone. He walked over, still grinning. One of the first things that Sasuke had noticed about the other man was the way he moved. It was a graceful, swaying gait: Orochimaru seemed to walk on the sides of his feet, making his body shift elegantly, much like a dancer. Sasuke had always been reminded of a snake charmer. Or maybe just a snake.

"Sasuke, how nice of you to come. I thought you weren't coming until later..." Orochimaru murmured, his voice deep and slightly gravelly. As he came close, his hand brushed back Sasuke's hood and cupped the back of his neck. His other hand wrapped around Sasuke's waist, pressing firmly on the small of his back, pulling him in close. Their bodies were flush against each other.

The teenager had to tip his head back in order to look Orochimaru in the eye, but there was no need for eye contact as the older man's face descended. The hand on his neck moved to thread strong fingers into his hair, and then the man's full, pale lips met his.

Sasuke didn't have to think for a good long time.

It was just before 11:50 when Orochimaru decided on the car he wanted. A sleek, silver Porsche parked outside a night club, apparently left by a tourist judging from the license plate. Sasuke couldn't understand why someone could possibly be that dumb–both to choose Konoha as their vacation spot, as well as to leave such an expensive car on the street. Orochimaru was just gleeful, and left it at that.

Then Sasuke got distracted.

Across the street and one store down was an elaborate jewelry store, closed up for the night. In the front window there was a rack of necklaces, rings, bracelets, and other precious ornaments that probably cost more than the car Orochimaru was trying to unlock. But it was really the girl in the picture that caught Sasuke's attention.

She looked like Sakura. She was older of course, older than Sasuke, and her hair was a shade darker, and her eyes a bit browner, but her features were almost identical. Her nose turned up at the end slightly, much like Sakura's, though in a more elegant, refined way. Her forehead was also smaller, but other than that she could have been Sakura's older sister.

Sasuke was walking towards the store before he noticed his feet move. He didn't pay attention to Orochimaru's shout to not do it, nor to the brief wail of the car siren before the man cut it off. All he could think about was what if Sakura was that girl. She'd be happy that way.

His arm raised, and the crowbar clenched in his hand smashed through the glass. The wild blaring alarm jerked Sasuke out of his stupor, and he reached into the broken case quickly, grabbing as much stuff as he could, including one particular piece–a (relatively) simple necklace with a single pendant of a beautiful teardrop Padparadscha sapphire set in gold. (3)

As he claimed his prize, Orochimaru's swearing caught his attention, and he abandoned the store. He tore across the street, wrenching open the door of the stolen car, and clambering in even as Orochimaru was pulling away. His fingers, covered in leather gloves, grasped the seized jewelry tightly, and he gave a breathless laugh that no one would ever hear at school.

"You're out of control," Orochimaru hissed, glancing over at the boy. "You know I'm still on fucking probation." He almost forgot his ire at the way that the pale boy's face had lit up with adrenalin, but then the smile dropped off of Sasuke's face, to be replaced by the oh-so-familiar smirk.

"Come on, it was fun, Orochimaru, and you know it," he said, and pulled a bag out of one of his pockets. He deposited the jewelry into the bag, and turned in his seat to face Orochimaru, who was still glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. "We weren't caught," he said, dropping his voice to a husky whisper, knowing it would distract the man from his anger, "and–if you want–I could make it up to you..."

Orochimaru swore again, shaking his head, and took him up on his offer anyway.

(1) She's seven. No matter how much she could insist that her hair is natural, this is AU, and real(ish) world, so there's no way she'll have pick hair. I picked the colour closest though, 'cause I don't think she would be a redhead... Also, I really like Sakura, and I couldn't find anyone else to fit into that role, so I shrunk her and made her adorable. XD

(2) I'm from Maryland, and the law here is that a relationship between anyone under 16 and over 18 is considered statutory rape. This is without the consent of the parents, so it's a bit sketchy anyway. Therefore, because Sasuke was 13, it's considered rape here... –.–

(3) This is not necessary, but the Padparadscha sapphire is the prettiest thing I've ever seen! Google it, 'cause it's just a beautiful stone. It's would never be put in a window, but this is my story, so shaddap.

Masaru (thankyou Shounen-Ai!) means 'intellegent' or 'to surpass'. I used it 'casue I sort of wanted to imply how things have gone wrong in their family.

Yashin means 'treachery'. Or so the InterWeb tells me. (gek, don't know if that's right).

W00t. Hints at history, Sasuke-angst. ::loves::

Sasuke's really kinda crazy here, isn't he? But whatever.

Tell me what you think!