So, this chapter is probably filled with holes and other such errors, because I wrote it on a sugar high at like 1-3 in the morning. ::shrug:: It's also (mostly) not even in the movie, but whatever. I couldn't remember for the life of me what happened next, so I put this in, then connected it to another thing I remembered. Eheh. ;;

Disclaimer: ...::snort::

Warnings: Language, mild violence, YAOI. Naruto-angst. Sasuke-angst. Mentions of rape.

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.

Naruto couldn't stay in the house. It was too quiet, too still. Dead, just like he was.

With a shuddering look around, he left, slamming the door behind him in hopes that he wasn't non-existent. He walked slowly, making his way down the road in silence, trying to think and coming up with nothing more than: I'm dead. I'm dead.

He killed me.

Chattering voices caught his attention suddenly, and a middle aged man slammed into his shoulder, walking by without even noticing, laughing happily at something his wife said.

The man was big–not fat, but bulky and broad, and well muscled–so in any other case, being run down by such a man would have hurt quite a bit. But when Naruto stumbled backwards, expecting the pain, he didn't feel anything, just the sense memory of having been touched.

Then he screamed.

In the middle of the street–for he had somehow made his way all the way downtown, and was just starting to enter the commercial district of town–he threw back his head, his blond locks flailing around his face, his expression made vicious by the new marks on his cheeks, and shouted as loud as he possibly could. He swore, he raved, he yelled.

The people around him jumped, staring slightly, but then he blinked, and they hadn't even turned in his direction.

Had they heard it, it probably would have been even more shocking than their reaction had insinuated. Naruto screamed again, a pain filled, heart-wrenching sound, a sound of loss, of pain, of loneliness, and of the inability to be seen.

A crash and the sound of abused plastic bags distracted him, and cut his scream off short. Naruto was breathing heavily, and he could hear blood pounding in his ears as he turned to try and locate the sound.

He swore when he saw Sasuke standing there, just outside the entrance of a grocery store. His hoodie was missing, as it had gotten too hot in recent days, but he wore a black quilted vest over a thin long-sleeved shirt. His jeans were baggy and scruffy, with a rip in the left knee and another just below the pocket on his right thigh. The rip on his thigh cast a strange shadow on pale skin, darker than the rest, and oddly shaped. Naruto didn't focus on it, but pushed it to the back of his mind to look at later. Sasuke wore a black beanie over his hair, his raven-black bangs pushed back and (somewhat) out of his face–Naruto couldn't remember seeing all of the boy's head in years, it was always under that blasted hood of his. But there was something wrong with the scene.

The older boy–for he was older, but only by a few months, and Naruto had felt some sort of perverse pleasure in being taller than him when they had that confrontation in the cafeteria, even if it was only by an inch or two, and now all he wanted to do was kill the bastard–was staring directly at him.

Or rather, just off to the left, right about level with Naruto's ear, if his ear happened to home out of the side of his forehead. Either way, it was in Naruto's direction, something that had seemed impossible only a few seconds ago, and his eyes were wide with shock and horror.

Naruto blinked reluctantly, knowing it would end, but Sasuke was still standing there, still staring. Sasuke sook himself, almost backing up, before he tripped over one of the grocery bags he had dropped. Snapped out of his daze by the need to keep his balance, the black-haired boy knelt to pick the bags back up, feeling one gingerly. He swore, and Naruto could see a sticky liquid starting to leak out of the bottom of the paper bag. Eggs, probably. Maybe some sort of drink, judging by the crash when it dropped.

Gathering up the bags, Sasuke stood again, supporting the paper bag on his hip, and holding another three plastic bags in his other hand. He shifted them all slightly, trying to get a better grip, and looked back cautiously at the sidewalk to the right of the store.

Exactly where Naruto stood.

The pale boy shook his head, like someone coming out of a dream, trying to convince themselves that it wasn't real, and turned away from the scene.

Naruto followed him, not even bothering to hide himself, because he knew it wouldn't matter.

Sakura was sitting on the floor of their tiny living room when Sasuke unlocked the door. She looked up as he wandered through the kitchen, depositing the groceries in their respective places. The eggs were mostly broken, only five out of twelves had remained intact, and the bottles of liquor were completely smashed as well. (Suigetsu, who ran the liquor store had old ties with Orochimaru–though he couldn't say he was unhappy about the growing rift between the two–and consented to give Sasuke alcohol to appease his adopted father.)

But the terror that had run up his spine in that one second had been too much. He couldn't honestly say just what had made him react like that, but it had been bad, whatever it was.

"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura squealed, abandoning her drawings on the floor. "Hey, Sasuke-kun, guess what me and Lee did today!" Rock Lee was a helper at Sakura's school. There was no one else in the world that could have been more perfect to deal with kids than that ridiculous monstrosity of a human being. It was a wonder that he didn't scar the children with his green spandex, but his personality and vigor and sheer enthusiasm for life was enough to endear the kids to him. Those that weren't scared off by his eyebrows, at least. "We built a house! Out of wood and paper, and then he helped me put on a battery, and a light, and we had to tape everything together, and then some of it fell apart, but he said it wasn't a problem and fixed it, and then it worked, and the light came on, and Ms Shizune was so proud, because I was the only one who could do it right, even though Lee helped me, and I got candy!"

Sasuke smirked, and finished putting the food away. He dropped his hand, and Sakura immediately latched onto it, holding it like a dear possession. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and hung down just past the collar of her t-shirt.

"Oh? That's exciting. What else did you do?" he asked, leading his sister into the sitting room, plopping down on the couch. Sakura clambered up immediately, and proceeded to tell him all about her day, including the horrific pizza and the bouncing carrots for lunch.

"Hey, Sasuke-kun," the girl looked hesitant, almost unwilling to ask the question. "Can we go to the park today?"

Sasuke sighed, frowning. His emotional state was in enough of a wreck, if anything happened beyond his control, he would probably break down. Also, the park happened to be in Sound's old territory. Which meant Orochimaru. Sasuke would rather be either on good terms with Orochimaru and his underlings, or as disconnected as possible, before he had to see any of them again.

"Soon." Sakura deflated. "Sunday," he added with conviction, determined to keep the promise, Orochimaru be damned.

The girl he held so close to his heart beamed, bounced, and started talking more about her day and the turtle they had found in the stream.

Sasuke let himself relax–just a bit–listening to her talk.

"Don't pretend you're human, bastard."

Naruto sat on Sasuke's cluttered kitchen table, ardently ignoring the shoddy apartment and the almost desolate feeling of the place.

He watched the bastard, watched him fake his humanity, his life. He might be able to fool a little girl, but Naruto knew. He knew just how little humanity there was in that asshole, and he was determined to haunt him for the rest of eternity.

The girl was kinda funny though. But annoying. She distracted him from his fierce glaring competition with the back of Sasuke's head. If she kept being so damn cute, he wasn't sure he could set that bastard's head on fire with his laser eye-beams he was positive he had, now that he was dead.

Also, it made it harder to associate the pale boy with the ruthless murderer that had killed him.

There was a knock on the door, and Sasuke got up to answer it.

Naruto gaped at the cops that stood there. Sonuvabitch, they followed him.

Then he remembered that he was dead and no one could see him, so they must have ben there for Sasuke.

"Yo, Sasuke," Kakashi said, and it looked sort of like he might have been grinning, maybe, but Naruto couldn't quite tell. "Long time no see. Can we come in?" Iruka looked distinctly uncomfortable with his partner's unprofessional attitude.

"No," Sasuke said, and tried to shut the door on them.

"Hey, hey now. That's not nice. This could be taken as failure to cooperate with an officer of the law, y'know," Kakashi said lightly, sliding his foot between the door and the wall so the teenager couldn't close it no matter how hard he tried.

"Fuck off, Hatake," he snarled, and Naruto perked up, discerning signs of recognition and familiarity between the two. Sasuke had either been in trouble with the cops before, or something else had happened.

"We heard you had a bit of a scuffle with the Uzumaki boy from your school."

Sasuke twitched, and Naruto could just barely see a shudder going up his spine. "So? It was just a fight. He's an idiot. What of it?"

Naruto hopped off the table, quite ready to tell the bastard off, when heavy footsteps rang out in the hall, and Sasuke visibly stiffened. Without a glance behind him, he shoved his way between the two officers, accidently stepping on Iruka's foot, not so accidentally elbowing Kakashi in the side, and stormed down the hall towards the stairs–away from the elevators and the approaching footsteps.

Iruka and Kakashi turned the greet the newcomer, apparently having recognized him (Kakashi at least), and Naruto inched out the door to see who it was.

A tall, heavy set man, with dirty blond hair, dressed in a security guard's uniform eyed the cops suspiciously.

"Hatake," he said ("A-hah!" thought Naruto) with a short nod. "What do you want?"

"Good to see you too, Mr. Haruno," the grey-haired man said, squinting his single eye in that same almost-not-really-smile Naruto had tried to interpret earlier. "We were just here to talk to Sasuke about a classmate of his. Has he said anything to you?"

Mr. Haruno shook his head, his jaw set firmly. There was a twinge of hatred and anger in his eye that made both Naruto and Iruka nervous, but Kakashi, with his bizarre confidence, acted like nothing was wrong.

"No, nothing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get into my home."

"By all means," Kakashi said, stepping back with a grandiose bow. "Just tell me," he added, as Mr. Haruno made to move past him, "Nothing untoward of the...domestic variety has happened recently...has there?"his single eye was painfully calculating, and Mr. Haruno drew himself up, affronted.

"No, there have been no such things in my house. That boy has not spoken to me about anything, talk to him if you want. He's probably on the roof." With that, he gave a short nod to both officers, bidding them a good day, and stepped inside the apartment, closing the door resolutely behind him.

The cops looked at each other. Naruto looked at the cops. As one, they all turned to the elevator, heading up to the roof.

When the doors dinged closed, Iruka ventured to ask the question.

"What sort of...untoward things could have happened? What were you insinuating?"

Kakashi shifted and sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

"You know that Sasuke's family, the Uchiha's, were all killed in a fire about ten years ago. All his living relations–family reunion I think. So, he was put into foster care for several years, until The Haruno's agreed to adopt him. He was...thirteen? At the time. Something like that. Mm, just turned thirteen." He shuffled his feet again, and slouched against the wall of the elevator, watching the numbers light up as they ascended to the roof. "Well, Haruno Yashin–the man you just met–was a cop back then, working with me in the force. But he was well taken to drinking–alcoholism ran in his family, I believe.

"One night, a few weeks after the adoption papers were signed, we got a call from Sasuke from a payphone almost a mile away from he house they were living in. We picked him up, but he wouldn't really tell us anything–just that he didn't want to go back. Haruno drank too much, he said, and it hurt.

"There was a lot of speculation, no one really knew what had happened, because Sasuke wouldn't tell us anything," Kakashi reached out, hitting Door Close just as the elevator dinged, trying to give them more time before confronting the teen. "But the doctor told us what had most likely happened after we had him look the poor kid over. There was no actual evidence, but it was enough to do something. We would've taken him out if he wanted, but he said he had to protect Sakura. She was three at the time." He sighed, and a weary look entered his one dark eye. "Haruno had to turn in his badge, and has been working over the past few years to get anywhere. Security guard's the highest he's ever going to get after that. I'm surprised he managed to get even that far."

The doors dinged again, and he left, stepping out onto the gravel on the roof, eye searching for the lanky figure of a broken teenager.

"W-wait!" Kakashi turned to Iruka, who had a horrified look on his face. "Was...was it–"

Kakashi cut him off, nodding silently.

Iruka stared after him, frozen. Naruto didn't quite understand the implications, until he heard the horrified whisper as the kind-hearted, dark skinned police walked off the lift and the doors started to close.

Naruto had to fight the doors to get out, mind reeling at the fact.

"Raped."

OMG.

So anyway. Let me tell you about my life recently, because I can and I'm willing to waste some time. I just recently started a class at a local art college, working with jewelry. It's lots of fun, and we get to use the blowtorch. XD Also, I win at Driver's Ed. W00t! Also...I'm losing at finishing my cosplay outfit for Otakon. (XDomgsuchanerd) HaseoRAWK. If I can finish it.

Now, about the story. Sasuke's double in the actual movie wasn't actually raped. There are implications about something happening, that I can't remember if they came to anything, or it if was just a hint as to how bad life was, but I'm pretty sure they weren't raped. Mostly, I did it to torture Sasuke. XD

awegt4 brought up a good point that I had tried to touch on earlier, but pretty much failed completely. Naruto--before he was killed/comasized--did not have the whisker marks we all know and love. He got them in the fight, and when he woke up dead, they were still on his cheeks. I made one or two vague mentions about how smooth his cheeks were, but as I said to awegt4...well, I can't remember what I said, but I'm sure it was important, and it went something along the lines of how awkward it would be to put in a paragraph describing how utterly smooth and flawless his face was, with absolutely no markings that could possibly be associated with foxes/whiskers/anything else possible. Or something.

Sachin brought up another clarification point that I would like to...clarify... Yeah. Well, we know that Naruto's not dead. BUT no one else knows. Not even Naruto. All he remembers is being beat to (near) death, and nothing from then on, so if you wait, we'll get more into that in the next chapter Ithink...

Escalus(I like your name), glad I could turn you over to the dark side of fan-ism so easily. :D We've got cookies if you want.

Lunar Chasmodai, you'd get another OMG if you stopped with the zombies. ::shudder:: I like girls just as much as anyone, but if they're going to eat my brains, I'd prefer to be just friends. XD A pulse helps too. And don't worry. Orochimaru gets what's coming to him. ::evil cackle::

LeiseFlustern, ::hugs:: you sweet thing you, I don't know how anyone could ever ignore you! Thanks for being such a wonderful reviewer::heart:: Plus, you're one of...2? You and Sachin were the only people who commented on my mouse rant, and that made me feel really, really special, so HUGS FOR YOU BOTH!

Anissina June, I'd pull pranks too, if I weren't too busy angsting over everything. XD

Ichihime, blue-genjutsu, stuckinabottle, you all ROCK. Especially 'cause you keep coming back. Feeds my ego like woah. An' to stuckinabottle, I used a bit of reference from Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman to try and get being unseen without not existing (i.e. not being able to touch anything) down. It was hard. XD

And to the people who get annoyed by ranting about reviewers, I know how you feel. But believe me, once you get some great review like these ::points:: wonderful people, you just can't help but rant. XD

Now, as much as I love all of you, I'm about to be late to class. I have to walk a mile and a half. X.x Thankfully it's downhill. Uphill the whole way back in the midday sun though. Guh. ::dies::