A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in forever, i've been editing all my stuff, I would get a beta, but my stories are my personal babies that I would prefer to fix myself, I've edited all the previous chapters and am editing Be Kinder. I winced at my writing, luckily I'll have some time to edit it the next week or two.

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Although I'm not one to judge, I would like to state that humans are ugly.

The cool, coal eyes glared at Naruto.

They spoke hate and unforgiving words. Though sounds did not escape his mouth, it was clear that hatred ran thick like molasses. Thicker than blood.

"I hate you." Is what Sasuke wanted to say.

"You're unforgiving." He told himself, he knew very well no one could hate the reflection he saw of himself.

Silent words for nothing.

Why did those words he had said to Naruto cut deep inside himself? The burning anger of hatred quickly drained away as Sasuke began to walk home.

The burning tears inside his fleshy heart was almost unbearable, but he had no right to complain, he was human wasn't he? Saint was not a word that describes Sasuke, actually he was a heartless bastard that came from hell.

It really was funny how he could become a cold, unfeeling being in a blink of an eye. Whereas Naruto, could seem so human. Smiling especially.

Dry laughter escaped his mouth as Sasuke walked quietly down the streets. His eyes dazed at the sandy pattern, while his thoughts drowned in regret.

The sun that was tucked halfway from the horizon sang colorful shades of peach, violet, and watermelon in the clouds, shining the world in beautiful hues of dyes before the sun went to sleep.

Humans were meant to being able to feel hatred, and love.

But Sasuke could only feel spite, and bitterness.

What else could he feel? It's not like anyone stayed long enough with him to push through the layers of angry skin. No one saw any worth in him.

Sure Sasuke didn't enjoy bashing puppets and kittens, but that never meant he would go out of his way for another person.

Sweet and comforting words were not part of his personality, he did not understand why others would go out of their way to help others but he didn't care to find out. He just wasn't the interested type, he wasn't interested in other people.

But maybe that was a fault in his part.

That's why he tried to bury everything inside, hide it somewhere he would never remember, he just wanted to forget, to forget Naruto, forget his cruelty, and to forget he existed. Why did he have to meet Naruto?!

"Because of that–"

Sasuke's thoughts and pace stopped there. Silent confusion had planted its roots in him.

Was this right? To feel confused over a robot? Sasuke never acknowledged anyone as their equals because he didn't trust them, Sasuke believed humans were dishonest, distrustful, and selfish. But maybe Sasuke was actually describing himself.

All of this was too much, Sasuke didn't want to think about this anymore, he wanted to throw the burning feeling in his chest away. Emotions were seeping into him, and Sasuke was scared. Scared of allowing himself to bond to Naruto like this.

These changes were arriving far too fast. Ever since his family had been murdered, Sasuke could never escape the empty world his mind lived in, but before he knew it, his body and mind noticed the bleak and falseness of Sasuke's outlook on life, and it was too late by that moment he realized he was feeling affection again.

Realization hit Sasuke across the face, the process burned in his skin. Dark eyes welled with heartache, spilling the liquid out of grief.

He was alone.

Alone back then, and alone now. Nothing has changed.

He continued to walk, the last bit of the sun's life dying out; leaving the world to freeze itself. Wiping his face clean of emotion, the back of his hand lifted to brush the evidence of grief on his face. Eventually he shoved his fingers in his pocket in his pants, fishing out his house key when his feet had planted itself on the familiar rug.

As he slid in the key and turned to unlock the front door, Sasuke was mindful to scrape the bottom of his shoe for grime on the rug. Itachi already had enough on his plate working all the time. They both could afford a mansion and servants, but they liked privacy.

Especially Sasuke.

When he entered the room of warm air, the clock struck one in the morning, the dark chime from the grandfather clock. Too emotionally tired to even wonder how he arrived home so late, Sasuke trudged quietly to his room.

Dark blue was the majority color scheme of his bedroom; doing a poor improvement to Sasuke's mood.

Tips of cold fingers grasped and clenched his arms as he hugged himself under his bed. The nestled warmth from the sheets did nothing to ease the cold in his skin, frost biting at the edges of his skin.

Hiding and comforting himself like this almost never happened.

Sasuke was never one to express his weaknesses, but he had difficulty putting a strong front when it came to sharp sounding lightning.

It reminded him that he was alone. When it thundered at school, he would simply keep a straight face, but has to keep his grip tight, to somehow ground himself. Refusing to give in to the swelling of emotions.

He hated this.

Always being the strong one, and always the lone wolf. It's what Sasuke is. What he always will be. He wasn't worth very much. After all, what did he have? Not much, not enough to gain friends.

Most outsiders eyes would gaze upon Sasuke, silently envying the confidence and beauty Sasuke overflowed with, reality told a different tale; he was lonely. It didn't help that he had the perfect backstory women swooned over.

Sasuke started out in a good family, but this quickly turned bitter after a crazed slaughter, leaving Sasuke and his oldest brother Itachi, by themselves.

Tragedy had struck in his life and women treated it as if it was part of the package with Sasuke as the ultimate prize. What a joke.

Men weren't much better.

This was specifically why he hated the idea of dating. To fall in love. To suddenly become vulnerable. To even have friends, the very idea of becoming close to someone was terrifying to Sasuke; even went as far as cutting most ties off with Itachi, so if Itachi disappeared, Sasuke would have been prepared for it.

Despite his older brother's attempts to remain close, Sasuke was cold and cutting; but he wanted to return the bond, he just didn't know why he was allowing himself to be so selfishly stubborn. But his arrogant pride wouldn't allow him to admit such a thing. He was prideful, but he wasn't ignorant. He knew that this was bringing more damage to their broken family. He fucking ran away from Itachi, His only family left. Itachi cared for Sasuke and Sasuke repaid him by throwing it back in Itachi's face.

Once again, the luminous drops of tears spilled away from Sasuke. By hiding away from the world's eyes, he could be free from everything.

Why couldn't he be honest with how he felt?

Everything Sasuke had ever done always came back to hurt him, hurting others and himself without meaning to.

He couldn't do anything right, he wished he was never born.

What purpose did he bring anyway? He wasn't smart like his brother, kind like his mother, or patient like his father.

Pain was like a raw wound, bleeding misery like it was a river.

Pain was everywhere in Sasuke.

Sasuke knew that crying like this wouldn't do anything to help him. No one should pity him, because other people had it worse than him.

Maybe it was unnecessary to think so much.

Sasuke was a failure. A failure and only that. Why couldn't he take control of his life? Why was everything good have to be ruined by him? Why was it that everything he touched would hate him?

Isolated.

It would have been better if he was buried and forgotten.

Resonating rings of the doorbell broke him out of his anguish, as if something or someone had felt his distress.

Unsure what to feel or do, he sprinted for the door, throwing off the covers, the cold had somehow dissipated. Everything disappeared. It was the door and Sasuke left.

He needed to reach the door.

His fingers were sweaty and tingled when he gripped the doorknob and swung it open.

Blond locks were flattened by the heavy rain, pieces of them sticking on to tan skin, drops of water leaving new trails on the guest.

Marine eyes with drops of navy topaz gazed at Sasuke, holding no grudge regarding their earlier feud. Just calm eyes that refused to hate Sasuke.

"My house is locked. Do you mind if I stay overnight until Kakashi and Iruka arrived?"

I realized that Sasuke was upset. The tight fingers clenching in restrained fury, and narrowed eyes were the clear evidence.

But when we parted ways, I asked Kakashi and Iruka if I could visit Sasuke. Naturally Kakashi inquired if I had done something wrong. I told him no, but also said yes.

Explaining the entire thing was complicated, I simply added that I wanted to fix things. Lips turned upward and he nodded, telling me to be back by tomorrow.

Puzzled by his sudden compliant attitude, I only turned to walk to Sasuke's house. Although it would be incorrect to say this, Kakashi's eyes seemed oddly happy.

If eyes could smile.

I realize that I had a morality compass programmed into me, but I went against it, and there was no error. So did that mean lying is acceptable when you only have good intentions?

Is that why parents lie to their children? For their own good? Why? Preserving innocence was one of the prime things parents wanted for their children, but by preserving such pure minds, wouldn't that only bring tragedy once their children are drowning in reality?

I suppose I would find out one day. Maybe I too, was like a child.

Exactly 7:35 pm, drops of rain had absorbed into my hair. I wasn't alarmed, I was created to remain waterproof for an hour and a half before any damage would begin.

Rain is created by a cycle of evaporation, and transpiration, but my thoughts began to wonder if Sasuke was crying. His eyes were so gloomy, and looked like he had been fighting something inside of him, I suppose living in a empty house, barren of any other life didn't help his grief stricken state.

Before I knew it, my pace had increased and I was in front of his house. The windows were dark, and there seemed to be no sign of life, the house was overshadowed by dark clouds and neon lightning. Cautiously I stepped on the rug, and rang the doorbell.

Faint thumps of what I inferred as running, the door swung open as if it was eagerly awaiting for my arrival.

Widened, black pupils focused on me. Sasuke was still wearing the school's uniform shirt and pants, but something was off.

Surrounding his eyes were strokes of swollen pink, his nose was slightly moist, and his hair was a little disheveled. Had he been crying. Without thinking once again, I stepped inside the house before he could close the door on me.

"My house is locked. Do you mind if I stay overnight until Kakashi and Iruka arrived?" I asked, lying without a second though. Idly, I worried if I had a memory virus in my system, I've been impulsively acting out of my programing rules.

Shakily, he nodded, remaining quiet as he locked the door a an acute Click! The harsh trembling from his body was barely noticeable.

Now that I was inside, I noticed the entirety of my body was soaked in the precipitation from the rain. To break silence, I turned my head to Sasuke.

"Do you have a towel I could wipe myself off?"

He was still standing in front of the door, his back towards me and rigid. I repeated myself, and it had seemed he was in a focused trance.

"You can take a bath." He told me, his voice sounding so devoid of any life, there wasn't even signs of anger from the earlier day.

A hand took mine and pulled me forward down the hall, normally I would have pulled away or asked what he was doing, but I didn't. The simple gesture of holding my hand reminded me of a lost child.

Lost.

Scared.

Desperate.

When a child is lost, they want someone to hold their hand to comfort them, so that they won't be alone, because every child's fear was to be alone in the world with no one who loved you.

But then again, being alone didn't seem appealing to me.

The smooth floor was reflective and clean, not a single speck of dirt. So clean, so alone, and so sad. Did Sasuke have no one? He didn't have any friends, or family.

Heavy pressure was in my chest, my following steps slowed, wiping out the rain from my eyes.

The bathroom was clean, spotless, and resembled like a high class hotel. Before Sasuke left me be, I turned to him to reach for his face, he flinched until he met my eyes.

Apprehension was so clearly defined in his face until I swiped away a stray tear under his eye. Although there was no hard evidence that he had been crying, I told him: "I'm sorry for earlier today." And, because I must have caused Sasuke to become such a wreck, our talk at school must have brought unpleasant memories.

I knew about the murders. Kakashi told me about it before I left to go after Sasuke. So I knew that I needed to apologize.

For that, I was sorry.

I did nothing wrong since I didn't know, but it seemed that Sasuke needed comfort, but I wasn't sure if he needed it from me.

His body did not move, his lip quivered before replying to me, his tone had sounded heavy and guilty. All I could offer was that I was in wrong.

"Naruto. I'm not sorry for what I said earlier today."

I turned to him with raised eyebrows.

I simply stared at him quizzically, urging for him to continue. His fingers fiddled at the end of his shirt. A nervous gesture. "I realize, that everything I said wasn't true, I don't think you're just a machine...I'm trying to say...You're a blind idiot."

His words were harsh out of plain text, but his tone seemed happier, and his mouth was in a smirk. Playing along I asked "Why am I an idiot?" smiling just a little.

Sasuke kissed my forehead and said nothing, settling himself in the shower.

"Figure it out yourself you idiot."

I sat in the separate bath, murmuring to myself "Bastard." I called him, although I wasn't sure why I insulted him, it was unlike me. I turned the knobs of the cold and hot rates of water. the water was a comfortable 105 Fahrenheit. The sound of trickling hot water from Sasuke's shower was muffled in my ears, I grabbed some soap to clean the excess dirt caught on my skin.

"Sasuke." I called.

A few seconds he replied.

"Naruto, generally when two males are naked, they don't talk to each other."

"I know." I lathered the soap around my arms and legs, scrubbing gently.

"I'm just wondering, why don't you live with Kakashi, Iruka, and me? I know you trust Kakashi, so what's stopping you?" I asked, finishing up on soap and washing the soap off and began to apply the shampoo into my hair. It smelled like cinnamon and vanilla.

I closed my eyes and some streams of foamy shampoo flowed down my face.

"Kakashi has Iruka, and...you." His voice sounded so distant, as if he was chatting with a stranger. Unsure, I decided to test the waters regarding his brother.

"Don't you have any family members you could live with?"

The shower shut off. Silence was the dominant atmosphere once again.

"I'm sorry." I began "Forget about what I asked, it was inconsiderate."

"He doesn't need me. He's too busy."

There was rustling and clinking of objects. I kept silent, allowing Sasuke the freedom to decide if he wanted to continue or finish the conversation the way it was.

"Our parents favored him. Always one to be perfect, my mom was nice, but it was really clear that they favored Itachi with the amount of attention they gave to him. To be honest, I hated him for that. I was overshadowed by him."

The sound of a cap being popped opened followed his sentenced, a squirt of shampoo was being emptied in his hand from what I could tell.

"But despite my childish outbursts and tantrums, Itachi delt with me, calming my anger and taught me to behave. To understand losing my temper wouldn't help myself or anyone else." His tone had become taut and his voice was breathy, the wobbly emotion in his words was a clear sign that he was struggling to get the words out.

The water began to run again

"So when our parents died, I was thrown away by Itachi, he took over our family's business and left for trips around the world. I was angry when he left me here. I... I went out of control. Night parties nearly every day. It wasn't so bad, I didn't take any drugs, but..."

"Sasuke." I tried to make him stop, for some reason I began to panic, I felt flashes of tight electricity run up my arms and bundle in my chest. My hand followed and pressed where it hurt.

Pain, was that what this was? Unexplainable falling, a sharp, raw sting that made me vulnerable to pain.

"Stop, you don't need to co–"

What sounded like a hand smacking against the water handle, stopped at the same moment the water turned off.

"You don't understand! I...I was driving when I was drunk, to get home...I almost hit my brother." Sasuke's voice was shaky and I had no doubt he was in tears, all of a sudden it seems the room had the heat sucked out. It was so cold.

"He has a limp now. He didn't talk to me very much after he recovered; I nearly killed my brother, and now he can't bear to look at me. My brother was like my parents in a lot of ways. When I achieved something great, he'd be the one to praise me and mean it. Now, I was just the monster that tried to kill him. Living with him. I stopped going to the parties, but I began to..."

Pressure increased in my chest, I wasn't in danger from the water, and I was given a full body examination for any glitches or problems yesterday. Nothing should be wrong. But my battery level wavered a little, still at the 80% charge.

"Sasuke don't do this to yourself. Don't force yourself, I don't want to make you feel this upset."

A choked noise came out from him. "You're the only one that hasn't left me. I want you to know." I shut my mouth and allowed him to finally finish the most difficult, and emotional confession I've had the privilege to hear. He trusted me, and I already promised myself I would not tell anyone.

"For a few months, I'd see a knife...and...just, there'd be so much blood and pain, but it was the only thing I could control and distract myself from my misery...I've stopped recently, but I get so desperate for some kind of numbing for my head. To stop the thoughts... But then I look at myself...I'm disgusting, and deserve to die."

Bitterness was found in his voice, he sounded sad and alone. Without a second thought, I stood up, the sound of water splashing and dripping down my thighs, I climbed out to pull open the door of Sasuke's shower.
He was sitting and hugging his knees, his breathing was heavy and sniffles were the auditory clues that he was crying. I climbed in the shower with him and wrapped my arms around him, resting on my knees I hushed him, and his fingers clung to my wet skin.

As an android, I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what would have been the right thing to say. Words of comfort could backfire; doing nothing could make it seem that I disliked Sasuke.

That wasn't the case, in fact, I think if I were human, I would have liked to say that I loved him.

To love him.

Love.

"You're not disgusting."

His sobbing slowed a little. Even if it was a minimum change, I continued to soothen him.

"You're just human." Unlike me. "You suffer and make mistakes. Perfection itself is an ugly vanity obsessed word."

While I was created in the image of someone else.

"You've made mistakes and you've regretted things. These are proof you're alive and that you will be able to live through this."

When everyone I know dies, I'll still be walking. Alone and clueless to humans, soon to be forgotten.

"Everything you are is beautiful." I told him, his trembling body soon relaxed and had fallen asleep. I buried my face into his neck.

And this time, water from the bath dripped to his neck, but I realized it wasn't bath water.

They were my tears.