Hey look! It's Friday! Yaaaaaay, Friday::parties:: Earlier I was reading Uchihacest and pretending to be busy, when I thought: Huh, I wonder what I should do now... absently going to my account and staring at the computer screen. Then I was like: ...Duuurrrrhhhh. FRIDAY.

Disclaimer: If only. But no. All not mine, no matter how much I wish it.

Warnings: Language, mild violence (will get worse for a bit later), uber-angst, vague references to self-harm. This chapter's weird and short and dumb, but important anyway. Yah.

Pairings: itsy-bits of NaruSasu fluff here. InoNaru, OroSasu, more NasuSasuNaru 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.

Naruto had another dream that night. It was more of a memory than a dream, and once he had woken up he knew it was because of his run-in with Sasuke, but it still made his breath run too fast and his skin break out into cold sweat.

There was something that not many people knew about his past, before middle school, before his parents had died. Before Sasuke had changed. He tried his hardest to avoid thinking about it, because it never did any good, and only made him more and more insecure, though he didn't really know why, considering it wasn't his problem, but it did anyway.

The playground had always been the most exciting place in the world for a lower-schooler, until of course you were too mature and jaded as a fifth-grader, but when Naruto was in second grade, it was the best thing ever. In the dream, the sky was kinda cloudy, but the air was warm, and Naruto knew exactly what memory it was as soon as he saw Sasuke off to the side all alone.

It was parents visiting day. He remembered it too well, because that was the first time he had seen Sasuke cry, as well as the last time.

Naruto–dream-Naruto, not real Naruto–was only seven, as was Sasuke. But Dream-Naruto was invisible, just like all the other Dream-Narutos of late. He stood by his parents as they talked and joked and laughed and never paid any attention to him. He knew that that wasn't how it had happened, because he remembered pulling his father over to the swing-set, and playing with his mother on the pirate-ship that wasn't actually a pirate ship, but there was no other name for it.

But the real point of the memory was Sasuke, and how that day–parent's visiting day–Sasuke's whole family had died.

First there was a phone call. Then there were police. Later there was the news about the fire and how it had killed all sixteen people (mother, father, three uncles, two aunts, two grandmothers, one grandfather, two neighbours, and three cousins) in the house. Even later than that there was the news about how the brother (also killed in the fire) had started it. Arson, gone out of control.

But when Sasuke stood there by the tether-ball pole, all by himself, he didn't know about it. All he knew was that his parents had promised to come and hadn't.

But that wasn't the secret. Everyone knew about that.

It was the scene in the bathroom, later, after the call came but before the police, when Naruto had found Sasuke crying that was secret. He remembered how he had hugged the boy, letting him cry on his shoulder, squeezing tight enough to hurt, but Sasuke didn't care, and had clung to him with equal fervour.

Seven years old is awfully young to loose everything.

(After that day, even though Sasuke had stopped smiling, there was something of a grateful friendship between the two boys. They showed it by trying to best each other in everything there was to do–Sasuke usually won–but it was still there, until they started high-school.)

What was even more different in the dream, was that when Naruto reached the part with the bathroom, he had walked in and Sasuke had kept crying. He cried and cried, and nothing Naruto could do could help because Sasuke couldn't see him–couldn't hear him.

And then there was a time-shift that wasn't actually a time-shift, because the only thing that happened was that they had gotten older–eighth grade maybe–and Naruto didn't remember seeing Sasuke like that since that one day.

Sasuke still sat on the floor, curled in a ball, sobbing, and Naruto was still invisible, even though his clothes were bright and his voice was loud.

The sobs echoed through the bathroom, loud, heart-wrenching, broken. It hurt to listen to them. Naruto could do nothing but watch as Sasuke lay crumpled on the floor.

It was when Sasuke pulled out the knife that Naruto screamed and tried his hardest to be seen.

But he woke up before he could stop the pale boy.

GAH. IT'S SO SHORT. ::hates self:: Sorry 'bout the non-update on Tuesday, I was on a trip with my class. It kind of sucked. I got so sunburned that it's not even funny. Also, a plant tried to eat me, and I got allergic reactions to the Mutant-Mosquitos-From-Hell bites. And then I pulled a muscle in my leg. And it was really fucking cold at night in our pathetic little tent.

I was awkward about killing off Itachi, but Sasuke's so screwed up anyway, I figured it would be far too complicated to have him still alive. But I still had him kill the rest of the family. XD

Anyway, I LOVE MY REVIEWERS. (it took me like ten tries to spell that...O.o) YOU ALL ROCK SO HARD. W00t!

And (dunno why I didn't answer this earlier...) yes, yanagiblossoms, it is an awesome movie. Which I have to see again (you should too!) Or else I won't remember what comes next... ;;