Grr. FF hates me. Anyway, sorry that this is really short, but I've gotten sick. My brain just doesn't work, and I've run out of pre-written chapters. n.n;; Also, now that the movie's out of theatres, I can't go and check the facts, so I'm goin' blind from now on, so it probably won't be as close to the movie as it has been. Not that it has been all that close anyway...XD

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warnings: Language, mild violence (will get worse later), MINOR YAOI in this chapter. Orochimaru...Grumpy!Sasuke...

Pairings: OroSasu (minor), 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.

Sasuke was up and mostly dressed by the time Orochimaru stirred. The teen was sitting on the side of the bed, shirtless, lacing up one of his heavy boots, when the mattress shifted, and he felt the older man's breath against his neck. A long tongue darted out, and Sasuke let his head fall to the side as Orochimaru traced a purpling hickey on the side of his throat.

Then he pushed the man away and leaned down to finish lacing his boots. He was wearing new pants, as he always brought an extra pair to Orochimaru's in case he spent the night, but his hoodie was the same, and when he slipped his shirt over his head it was also high-collared, though a dark blue in colour. Orochimaru caught his hand once he was fully dressed, ignoring the wince Sasuke made at the tight grip, and dragged him down for a lingering kiss.

The man reached out, cupping the back of his head, and pulled him closer, smoothly sliding his tongue into the younger boy's mouth, deepening the kiss. Sasuke shifted closer for a second, kissing back, before bringing a hand up to Orochimaru's naked chest and pushing him away.

"I gotta go to school..."

Orochimaru grunted, annoyed, but let Sasuke go, and watched appreciatively as the boy bent to gather his old clothes.

He wasn't so appreciative when Sasuke also picked up the bag from last night, tucking it into his satchel.

"The hell are you doing? You can't take that to school with you, you'd get caught!" He said, sitting up straighter.

Sasuke turned, gazing irritably at the other. "And what would you do with it? Sell it? You can't, you're on probation. I'm taking it to school with me."

As he walked out the door, Orochimaru realized for the first time just how far out of his control Sasuke was. Hell, Sasuke was even too far out of his own control. For the first time, Orochimaru felt regret for not noticing sooner.

And then he got angry. He threw himself out of bed and stormed to the phone. He had a call to make.

Kiba was watching when Sasuke shoved all his stuff into his locker. He had stepped close, blocking the sight of any on-lookers, before pulling several things, as well as the bag of jewelry, out, shoving them in and closing the locker with a bang.

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Kiba was watching when the police came, when they talked to the principal, when they marched through the corridors. They stopped at a locker, and one man stepped forward with a pair of metal cutters, to remove the lock from that specific locker.

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Kiba was watching when they opened the locker and found the stolen jewelry, and the cell phones, and the iPods, and the envelope of money.

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Kiba was watching when they walked Uchiha Sasuke out of the building in handcuffs and shoved him roughly into the back of the police car. Sasuke looked arrogant and calm, almost indifferent to the situation.

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Kiba was watching when Sasuke locked eyes with him–out of all the other students watching–and his face was suddenly not tranquil at all. Suddenly, his face was angry, resentful, betrayed–but just for a second. Then the door closed, and the car drove away.

Orochimaru was working in the shop, focused on attempting to get the blood red Ferrari to run again, when the phone rang.

He pulled his head out from under the hood and glared at the phone. Kabuto was out–he was a med student and was just about to earn his degree, so finals were bearing down on the bespectacled young man–so Orochimaru wiped his hands on his already dirty coveralls and stalked over to the phone. His hair was drawn back into a high ponytail so it wouldn't get dirty, and smudge or two of filth decorated his thin face. He pulled out a rag as he went, attempting to get more grease off his hands.

He picked up the phone, balancing it between his shoulder and his ear as he scrubbed at his pale hands.

"Manda's Auto Shop, Orochimaru speaking. How can I help you?" He hated being polite to people. It was one of the reasons that he was still on probation.

"Hey, it's me."

Orochimaru stiffened, his heart pierced by a sensation of almost-guilt. It wasn't guilt, but it was something like it.

"I know who ratted me out."

The tall man held his breath. Sasuke was small, and young, and surprisingly innocent for everything he had seen in his lifetime, but he was dangerous.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Don't worry about it. I'll deal with it."

Sasuke hung up, and the dial tone buzzed in Orochimaru's ear. Sasuke obviously thought that someone else was responsible for turning him in, and while the older man was relieved by the fact that he was not the one Sasuke directed his wrath towards, he felt pity for the poor bastard that did receive the teen's ire.

Sasuke walked quickly out of the police building, glowering at one of the younger cops as her eyes roamed his figure. He had been in a bad mood since the police came, but the day had just gotten worse. He was surprised that his foster father could pay the bail–even though it wasn't too expensive. He would however, have to work it off, and repay Yashin for "all the goddamned effort we put into clothing you and feeding you!" He'd hate the guy if he didn't loath him already.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, and made his way down the sidewalk toward the school.

Inuzuka would probably still be there.

So yeah, super short. Sorry. Also, CLIFF-HANGER! AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

BUT! I've gotten my term-paper back (the one that owned my ass for the past few weeks) and I got a PERFECT SCORE! Or...I would have, if my teacher hadn't been such a stingy jerk. But whatever. He's a really hard grader, so I'm SO PROUD OF MYSELF! (squeals)

Okay. Nap time. I'll stop abusing caps-lock now.

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