Holy shit I didn't update for like a month. I'M SOOOO SORRY! I've just been a little busy--lazy--to update. My sophomore year starts on Monday and I've been, in a way, swamped with homework because I have the attention span of a six year old. I have to reread every page in my text book like 4 times before I even have the slightest clue what it says. Hehe, sorry for my lateness. I'll try to keep updating whenever I have time, but I doubt I'll get a lot of chapters out during school. So I'll apologize in advance for that.

Oh and if any of you read my other fanfic If We Were Meant to Be, I'll be even slower on my updates for that because I'm not getting many reviews and that slightly hurts my feelings. Yeah yeah I sound like a freaking sell out, but whatever.

"Gaara?!"

"What, no hello?" the red head stated calmly."Is that any way to greet someone you haven't seen in four years?"

With Naruto still gawking at him, Gaara lifted himself off the hallway floor; dusting away the dirt from his clothes. He examined Naruto thoroughly, taking in the appearance of the person before him, who was yet to rise for his sitting position. Without much thought the red head offered his hand to his old friend, waiting patiently as Naruto assessed the situation.

Instinctively, Naruto took the hand and lifted himself up, smiling sheepishly as he did so.

"Hehe, so what are you doing here?"

"I didn't feel like going home after that stupid dance at your school."

"Huh, you were there?" Gaara nodded. "How come? And why didn't you tell me you were in town?!" Blue eyes stared angrily into black rimmed, emotionless ones.

"Slipped my mind", Gaara answered casually. "My boyfriend just asked me yesterday to go. And it's not like I didn't see you there. You know staring is really rude, Naruto."

"Huh, what are you talking about?" said a pouting Naruto.

Gaara just stood there, arms crossed, leaning casually against Naruto's apartment door."Think."

The blonde closed his eyes, trying to remember the events of the night. But everything he thought of lead him back to Sasuke. That couldn't be right though. He stood there pondering what the hell Gaara was talking about.

"Think trees, Naruto", growled Gaara, who was starting to become annoyed with his friend's slow thinking.

'Trees, what the fuck is he talking about? The only time I was near trees tonight was when...'

"You were the who told me to stop staring outside the one of the school buildings!" Naruto shouted a little louder than necessary, pointing an accusing finger at a stoic Gaara.

"Yay for the retard."

"Hey! Wait that means you were the one making out with Fuzzy Brows", Naruto said, a playful smirk dancing across his lips.

The red head growled, uncrossed his arms, stood up straight, and threw a deathly glare at his friend.

"So what if I was?"he took a step closer. They were about the same height because of Naruto's heels.

"I didn't mean anything by it, honest", Naruto said frantically, waving his hands in front of his face.

Gaara just stood there glaring for few more seconds before he relaxed, putting on his emotionless face again.

"Can I stay over tonight?"

The natural blonde--brunette currently--smiled, he couldn't stand Gaara's death glare and was glad it was no longer directed at him. "Yeah, but you need to move away from my door first."

'Now where are my keys?' Naruto moved his hands down to his hips searching for pockets, but cam up empty. 'Uh-oh, where are my keys?!' He continued to pat random placed on his body, earning him amused looks from the red head.

"You don't have your keys", Gaara said, making it sound more like a statement than a question.

"Shut up! I have to have them. I locked my door didn't I? Just let me think."

"We'll be here all night."

-----ten minutes later-----

"Told you I had my keys", said a triumphant Naruto, while taking off his heels before entering his apartment after a irritated Gaara.

"Yes, who would have known you put your keys in your bra for more padding", the red head stated sarcastically, as he plopped onto Naruto's bed.

"Not for padding", Naruto defended from the kitchen, boiling water for some ramen. "This dress doesn't have any pockets. You want something to drink or eat?"

Gaara lifted his head to stare at his old friend, whom he hadn't seen since he moved to Suna when he was twelve. He hadn't changed much--same with his apartment. It was still one just room: bed in one corner; cupboards, refrigerator, and stove in another; computer and desk in the third; a door right next to the kitchen that lead to bathroom; a floor table(1) right in the middle of the room; and a pull down ladder that lead to the roof.

"No, but I've been meaning to ask you about that", the red head said, eyes still on his friend.

"The dress?"

"And wig. And makeup. And breasts", Gaara continued bluntly, staring at each feature as he said them.

Naruto smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as he recalled how he ended up this way.

"It's a long story."

"Uchiha, huh?" Gaara said staring at his blonde friend--who had just finished telling him the whole story--sitting across from him at Naruto's floor table. The blonde was now dressed in a loose white t-shirt and black shorts; the wig had been taken off along with the makeup."I saw him at the dance too. Is he still an ass?"

"He wasn't tonight", the blonde replied. "But yeah, he's still an ass. Two weeks ago I got arrested because we were fighting in the street. Then some of his fan girls tied me to a pole because they thought I fucked with his pretty face; stupid bitches."

Gaara chuckled, "But you like him now, right?"

"Yeah," Naruto answered sadly, dropping his gaze to the table. "But he hates me..."

"...Naruto..."

"When he finds out who I am...he'll reject me for sure", he continued, tears forming in his big blue eyes.

"Naruto, if he can't accept you for who you are then he wasn't right for you", Gaara said wiping away the tears that had spilled onto his friend's cheeks with a napkin, that was on the table.

"But I really like him, Gaara."

"Then make him fall in love with you as Kit. And be nice to him as Naruto, so he'll have less of a reason to hate you."

"But what if he still rejects me?"

"Like I said, then he isn't right for you. And I'll kick the shit out of him for you."

A huge grin spread across Naruto's previously sad face. "Gaara you're the best."

Uchiha Sasuke, the boy who was as unfeeling as a corpse, lay on his back on his soft queen sized bed in his giant room. Face completely flushed red as he hugged a pillow tightly to his chest, a smile visible on his lips. His mind drifting in and out of coherent thoughts.

'Stupid heart, it won't calm down. I'm afraid it might beat right through my chest. My face feels so warm. I checked myself in the mirror earlier and I look like I have tomatoes for cheeks...I like tomatoes.' Sasuke couldn't help but giggle at his thoughts. 'But I like him way more than tomatoes.'

Sigh. 'He's so beautiful. Those eyes were like gems; so amazing. And his face was so cute. I bet he still looks like a kid.hugs pillow tighter AW!'

The Uchiha had been so engrossed in his thoughts he hadn't listened to a word his parents had said--yelled actually--to him when he walked through the front door. He could vaguely remember them yelling at him for being home eight minutes past curfew, but he wasn't sure. He was so happy he smiled and nodded through all their criticisms. Sasuke wasn't even fazed when his father had back handed him for his lack of response to their scolding.

'He's adorable! I can't wait to see him in school tomorrow! Wait, I have no clue who he is!' Sasuke sat up quickly, throwing aside his pillow as he jumped off his bed.

Within seconds he was standing in front of a large book shelf in the corner of his room. The raven haired boy began to sort through the many books that were neatly stacked on the shelves; most of which were books his parents ha encourages--forced--him to read. Eventually he cam across the books he was looking for; all his years books leading up to now.

Sasuke began to flip through the earliest edition, disregarding the fact that he had never really looked into any of his year books; other than the first moment he received each one. Afterwards they would just collect dust on his shelve with the others. As he turned each page, the brunette scanned each face, searching desperately for those eyes.

Each face Sasuke saw didn't match Kit's at all. Each person with blue eyes was either a girl or someone that didn't attend Konoha High. Every person with tanned skin possessed the wrong eye color. None of the smiles were like his.

The Uchiha began to get discouraged as he flipped to the page that contained his picture; because of his surname he was on the last page. He stared at the still shot of his five year old shelf. Same hair cut. Same pale skin. Same scowl on his face just with chubbier cheeks, but that was because of his baby fat.

But something else caught his attention on the page. Right next to his picture was a face that had been mutilated by black pen. There was a black mustache across the person's upper lip. A black line ran above the eyes, giving the person one eye brow. Thick X's were slashed over the eyes covering them completely. And horns on top of the head to finish the portrait.

Through all the black scribbles, that covered the photo, Sasuke could still make out blonde spiky hair and chubby whiskered cheeks. Under the picture, the name was crossed out and replaced by the word "Dobe." Sasuke chuckled to himself, remembering the first moment he had seen Uzumaki Naruto--or Dobe.

A five year old Sasuke was walking along the sidewalk towards his first day of Kindergarten. From the corner of his eye, the Uchiha saw a moving yellow object. He turned his head to look at what it was and saw a blonde haired boy, probably the same age as himself, on the other side of the street. The boy was staring at the sky, oblivious to everything around him as he walked in the same direction Sasuke was headed.

Suddenly, the boy walked straight into a street sign pole. Sasuke couldn't help but laugh at the boy. Who ran into a something so obvious? But the blonde boy was fine, just rubbed his nose and continued to walk down the street.

Later, when school had started, Sasuke was coincidentally paired up with the blonde boy during some weird game the teacher had come up with so that the students could get to know at least one person in class. The Uchiha noticed that the boy's nose had a light blue-ish tint to it, caused by his incident with the sign. Sasuke smirked, thinking that this boy must be pretty stupid if he could run into something right in front of him.

And Sasuke told him so. Well to be precise he had said that the boy had an idiot's face. Hey he was only five and had grown up in a house where you were ridiculed daily for doing something idiotic, so Sasuke thought he was doing something right.

Well those few words had triggered the start of their relationship. Throwing insults at each other, fighting, Naruto pulling pranks on him, he himself picking on the blonde whenever he saw an opportunity.

Truthfully he didn't hate the Dobe, but his pride refused to let Naruto have the last laugh during their encounters, which caused a never ending cycle of fighting. And as sadistic as it was, Sasuke enjoyed getting a rise out of the other. He liked the control he had over Naruto's emotions; the only thing in his life that he could control.

But enough about Uzumaki Naruto, back to searching for Kit's real identity. Sasuke continued to flip through each of his year books, only to come up with nothing. Though he did notice that every picture of Naruto was either drawn on or blacked out.

"Damn it!" the Uchiha cursed aloud. "I can't find him anywhere! What the fuck?!"

Angrily, he threw the most recent year book in his hands onto the floor and plopped back onto his bed. This was driving him crazy, no one looked like Kit. And if they did he obviously had missed them. Turning his head towards the night stand, Sasuke saw that his alarm clock flashed 3:39.

Sighing out loud he thought, 'If I sleep now I may be rested enough for school.' Without another thought, the Uchiha shut his eyes and waited for sleep to come.

"Shit!" Naruto cursed as he ran down the halls towards his first period class. "How can I be late on a half day? Damn Gaara kept me up late last night talking. And he didn't even wake me up when he left; that jerk!"

The blonde had awoken this morning to an empty apartment. On top of the blankets Gaara had slept in--and folded before he left--was a quickly scribbled note.

Naruto,

Had to leave early. I'm probably gonna get my head bitten off for staying over. I'll keep in touch whenever I find the time. So you better tell me what happens with Uchiha. My offer still stands to kick his ass if he ever does anything.

--Gaara

PS you snore really loudly.

He continued to run down the halls until he could see the door to his class. The blonde began to slide across the linoleum, so he would be able to stop when he got in front of the classroom. But just then the door opened and out walked a student. Because of Naruto's momentum he ended up crashing into the student; sending them both onto the floor. Naruto landing on top, clutching onto the person's shirt as they fell.

When class had started and Iruka-sensei began to take roll, Uchiha Sasuke became bombarded with notes from still hopeful fan girls and some guys who had seen the Uchiha blow up last night. All of them hoping to get on his good side by showing concern for his well being, asking him questions about last night and who that girl was with him. It was bullshit to him.

After roll call, Sasuke raised his hand, asking permission to leave for the bathroom, to get away from the various notes that had been thrown at his desk; none of which he gave a damn to answer. As he got up from his seat, Sasuke couldn't help but notice that many pairs of eyes were watching him.

'What's there problem?' he thought to himself. 'It's not like I'm nice to anybody. Didn't they get the message last night?'

The brunette continued to walk towards the door, ignoring the stares he was getting. He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, closing it behind him. Sasuke could hear the faint sound of feet sliding, but ignored it. Without warning the Uchiha felt himself being slammed into by another body. The impact hurt slightly and sent him falling backwards with the person landing on top of him; holding onto his shirt.

Slowly, the brunette opened his eyes, that he had closed when he hit the floor. Wincing from a slight pain in the back of his head from colliding against the hard, linoleum floor, Sasuke tilted his head down to see person responsible for knocking him backward, who still had their hands attached to his shirt.

What Sasuke saw were a pair distinctive crystal, blue eyes, staring at him; looking deep into his own eyes. His breath hitched when he realized who exactly was staring at him so intently.

"Naruto..." he breathed out. Sasuke could feel his heart beating erratically. His face turning red from their closeness. Reality hitting him like a ton of bricks when he realized that those very eyes where the exact same ones that he had been searching for before he went to bed. "Get off me, Dobe."

KNEEL AT MY CLIFFHANGER! MUWHAHAHAHA! XD hope you like the chapter.
(1)I don't know what those tables are called that are like a foot above the ground, that you have to sit on the floor to use in Japan.