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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor do I own it's characters. I make no money with this.
Author's Note: I was talking with a friend today and she just had to say something like, "If I was Sasuke, I wouldn't be able to look into the freaking mirror anymore!!" (Okay, she said it after I told her something about a certain (porny) picture that I found on the internet and she was like, "OMG, he can be so happy he's not a real person or he'd be DEAD.")
Reflection
When Naruto looked into the mirror, he saw the face of a boy who had grown up being called 'monster'.
He saw the blue eyes that his friends called 'beautiful' and knew that none of them had any idea of how much pain azure could hide. He saw the whisker-like scars on his cheeks and remembered the fire on his skin when his inner demon broke free. He stared at his own lips and tried to forget the feeling of forcing a smile when all he wanted to do was cry.
Over the years, mirrors had kind of turned into his natural enemies. So Naruto avoided them, if possible.
And he had to admit that it honestly amazed him that Sasuke could spent so much time staring at his reflection, doing his hair or whatever it was that took him so goddamn long every goddamn morning. It amazed him.
That was, until the day he accidentally stumbled into the bathroom when Sasuke was inside and he'd understood that Sasuke wasn't doing his hair. He was staring. Staring, but not actually looking and for a split second, he'd caught a glimpse of what Sasuke saw in the mirror.
He saw the eyes that everyone was fascinated by and he knew that no one had any idea of how much they had seen. He saw the elegant form of his nose and the high cheekbones and remembered that he was the only one left with these typical Uchiha traits. Well, except, of course... And then he looked down at his hands and could imagine the blood Sasuke saw on them.
When Sasuke looked into the mirror, he saw the face of a boy who had grown up dead inside without even knowing.