Summery: Naruto's an outcast, a loner and hated by too many, even his crush at school – and still keeps smiling. He has no other choice than to be strong, because if he breaks down, he'll loose control once again and unintentionally kill everyone. But everyone has their breaking point and Naruto's nearly reached. When the façade crumbles, can one Sasuke Uchiha see and help a vulnerable, love seeking Naruto?

Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto – others will be revealed later.

Warnings: Slash (boys love!), really dark (but will develop slowly) and even depressing. English's my 3rd language (anyone wanna beta?), therefore if you notice mistakes that make you cringe – tell me, I'm open for criticism.

A/N: Well, I wanted to write a story like this, for a long while now. I think there are several stories with a similar idea around (I mean those school-fics in which Naruto's an outcast), yet I think mine is a bit different. Well, at least I hope so ;-) I know, I have another story online, but just couldn't resist on writing this down -stupid plot bunnies- Anyway, let's see how you like the first chapter.

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Don't hate me

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"Teardrops slowly fall from my eyes as I look to the sky

And I question how come life keeps passing me right on by

I just wonder why I can't escape, is this my fate

To always be unhappy and how much longer must I wait."

Tamyra Gray' lyrics

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Quiet sobs echoed through the darkened corridor. A small child was sitting on the cold floor and leaned against the wall, his face buried in his tiny hands.

"Sweetie?"

There was someone kneeling down in front of the little boy and a hand gently brushed through the spiky blond hair. The boy lifted his tears-stained face, though, the only thing he could make out was a flash of red. He didn't see the face, yet he didn't need to.

"What's wrong?" a soft voice asked and one could've heard the sad smile in it.

"Mummy?" In an instant, the child wrapped his arms around his mother, clinging onto her dress desperately. He started to sob again, his small body shaking. "W-why won' t-they p-plat with m-me? M-me bad?"

"Ssh." his mother murmured and fondled his back comfortingly. "Don't listen to them. They don't know anything about you." she continued with her reassuring words. "Don't cry because of them, it hurts me and your father to see you cry. Be strong and don't let them hurt you like this. You're not bad, you're special, Naruto."

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Naruto Uzumaki awoke with a start, panting heavily and sweat glistening on his forehead. His blue eyes wandered through his room, a scared glint in them – it was still dark. Shit. With a sigh, the teenager fell back on his bed, closing his eyes and covering them with his left arm. He tried to calm himself and waited for his pounding heart to slow down.

There was a restlessness in him he couldn't quite understand. What was that all about? He didn't know. All Naruto knew was, that he had had a dream because of which he'd awakened, right now. But he didn't remember what his dream was about, there was just something redflickering in his mind...nothing else.

"Great, just great." he muttered to himself. There was no point in sleeping again, firstly, he couldn't sleep any more, and secondly, his alarm would ring soon, anyway.

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They laughed loudly about something someone had said. Naruto's eyes were focused on one person in the group – the raven haired guy who wasn't laughing like his friends did, but smiled slightly. It was a nice smile.

Naruto sighed while watching the little group. This was kind of a ritual for him. He would always watch them, when they gathered around before class started. Why he did so, Naruto couldn't really tell – those people didn't even like him. Well, no one did, actually. Though, they had a liking in picking on him every now and then and it was nothing Naruto could laugh at, afterwards.

Truth to be said, they were worse than most of the students at this school in torturing him. But whenever Naruto saw them together – how they interacted with each other, how they treated each other – his anger towards them vanished as if it hadn't ever been there. Somehow, it was fascinating that they treated him like dirt, yet with others (especially friends) they would be so nice and open. It hurt, it hurt a lot. But he was used to it, wasn't he? Even if Naruto wished they or anyone else would once, just oncebe that nice to him...he knew that would never happen. When did wishes come true?

Naruto flinched startled, when a pair of deep-black eyes rested on him, questioningly. Caught, he thought embarrassed, but covered it with a huge grin on his face. The soft expression on the other's features turned into coldness – and Naruto felt his heart sink. He looked away quickly, ignoring the glares of half of the class thrown his way.

Stupid Uchiha.

One part of him hated that bastard who had the most pleasure in making his life a living hell – and another...well, sort of likedhim way too much. He just couldn't resist staring at the Uchiha, sometimes, listen to him chuckle or even laugh (what happened rarely), or seeing him roll his eyes when one of his so called fan-grils squeaked at his side...okay, this list could go on for ever. Naruto remembered the day he started to feel something else than mere hatred towards the other boy perfectly fine. At had been somewhere at the start of this year...

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"Fuck." Naruto muttered quietly for no one to hear, as he dragged himself down the road. He was limping because his right ankle was jolted, his orange jacket and blue jeans were covered in dirt and blood was dripping down from his forehead. It hurt everywhere. His whole body was in pain. But what was worse than this was that no one cared. He passed a lot of people on his way who would look at him curiously, though, shrugged it off and turned around as if nothing happened. As if he was not important enough to pay attention to.

Someone bumped into him, causing Naruot to loose his balance and stumble on to the street. He hissed angrily, since the person had hit his bruised shoulder, and grabbed the shoulder instinctively. Crap.

"Hey, look out, idiot!"

At first, Naruto thought the person snapped at him, but when he turned around he was blinded by dazzling light. Instantly, he squinted his eyes. A deafening toot echoed through the night, causing Naruto's heart to stop beating. He couldn't move an inch, his body seemed to be frozen.

The next thing, he remembered, was someone tugging on his arm and pulling him out of the way. He crashed into that person, causing both of them to fall backwards and even though, pain was again rushing through his body, it was bearable.

Oh God! Naruto panted heavily.Oh my fucking God!

"Moron, get off of me!"

It was then that Naruto noticed that he was grabbing onto the other's shirt and let go, immediately. He jerked up, getting off, and looked at his saviour...his blood froze in his veins. That guy who was getting up slowly, raven-black hair...pale skin...piercing dark eyes...no way! "Uchiha?"

Said one raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah? Why so surprised?"

Naruto frowned. Why he was surprised? Wow, that guy didn't really ask him that, did he? After all, he was Naruto's worst nightmare...not to forget that he had been beaten up by Uchiha's friends, some of them at least. Yeah, why was he surprised to be saved by the one who hated him the most?

And now, when the Uchiha even held out a hand for him to help him up, Naruto thought he would die due to heart-attack. As he simply stared at the pale hand and didn't make any attempts to grab it, the other rolled his eyes and turned away. "You should be more careful, idiot."

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"...maki... Uzumaki!"

Naruto was startled by a book slamming on his table and looked up, surprised. His maths teacher, Anko, glared at him furiously. "H-hai?" He heard his class mates snigger amused.

"You know, Uzumaki." Anko hissed. "It would be way more appropriate if you would pay attention to my class instead of Uchiha!"

Naruto could feel a blush creep into his cheeks, his gazes fixed on said Uchiha in the first row who glared at him. Quickly, he plastered a small smile on his lips. "Sorry, Sensei. Won't happen again."

"I hope so for your own well-being." And she went on with her blabbering.

Crap. He didn't even realise that class had started, let alone that he had been staring at Uchiha the whole time! Great, this sort of things always happened to him, didn't it? Life really hated him – go, join the Naruto-hater-clubs life. You'll find a lot.

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"Hey freak!"

His locker was slammed shut even before Naruto had the chance to put his books into it. He sighed tiredly. Not again. Well, after what happened in maths it was obvious that this would follow, but why so early? Really, life was a bitch.

"I'm talking to you, y'know."

Naruto suppressed to urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he forced a stupid grin on his face and turned around to the voice, not much surprised to see a few more people along. Kiba, a brown-haired boy with two strange red marks on his cheeks, smiled sweetly at him – he had slammed his locker – to his right there was standing that fat boy who never seemed to stop eating, and to his right the always too lazy Shikamaru Nara. Behind them, Naruto noticed Uchiha leaning against the windowsill and watching.

"What do you want?" Though, those guys picked on him regularly, Naruto wasn't much afraid of them. Well, not always.

"Just wanna remind you how rude it is to stare at someone." Kiba grinned, showing some teeth.

"I wasn't staring." Naruto replied lamely. He could tell the truth or lie – the result would be the same, anyway.

"Sure, you weren't, moron." the icy voice of Uchiha cut through the air and for the first time, Naruto even cringed. Oh, how he hated the sound of Uchiha's voice whenever the bastard spoke with him. From the corners of his eyes, Naruto saw the Uchiha leaving his spot and walking towards him. He gulped. It was never a good sign when Sasuke Uchiha interfered in any of this bullying.

Kiba stepped to the side to give him more space and Naruto took one step back, unintentionally. Those black orbs glared at him as if they were trying to kill him with this. "Tse, you're such a loser." he spat. "Don't you ever feel embarrassed when you do something like staring at a guy?"

Now, Naruto was returning the other's glare, getting angry himself. "Why's that bothering you so much?" He knew, it wasn't smart to provoke the bastard – but he was Naruto Uzumaki, he wasn't smart. "It's not like I jumped you."

"Then you would've been dead on the spot." Uchiha smirked. "And I would like to rather not be a part of your sick fantasies."

"Don't be so full of yourself, bastard!" Naruto hissed through gritted teeths. "You know, not everything is about you. You're not the most important person here."

"Well, I'm for sure more important than you." Oww, that was an unfair strike, yet he didn't let on about it. "Oh, sorry, I forgot, you aren't even consideredimportant to anyone. Well, who would anyway? Freaks like you are nothing than mere trash."

Naruto shut his eyes, hiding the pain he knew was visible in them. Oh, and how he hated the way Uchiha spoke to him. "Then you're one yourself, aren't you?" the words just left his mouth without him realising. "Picking on people you don't even know. Didn't your parents teach you any manners?"

And then it happened. He didn't know how or when. A hand closed around his throat, crashing him hard into the lockers in his back. Naruto whimpered painfully, his own hand touched the the one around his throat, which was choking him! He dared to open his lids...and gasped shocked. Uchiha's damn eyes...they...they were red! Bloody red as if he was staring into a blood-pool and that feeling...this dizziness...his head hurting like hell...and him being unable to look away. Those eyes...red...devil's eyes...he couldn't breath...he couldn't move...his vision blurred...

The next moment, he was thrown to side, landing on the hard floor. The spell seemed to be broken. He coughed and tried at the same time to inhale as much air as possible, his hand rubbing his throat. Shit. What had that been?

Just when Naruto wanted to look up, his head was jerked up forcefully by someone grabbing his blond hairs. What the hell?Uchiha's burning eyes were black again and glared daggers at him. "Don't you ever dare to bring up my parents again, trash." he spat, hatefully. "You seem to forget your place, nowadays, but don't worry – you'll be reminded of it soon enough." With that he let go, stood up and left with a last warning look, his dogs in tow.

Trash. Naruto bit his upper-lip. Your place. He tried desperately to ignore the ache in his chest. Freak. Oh, how he hated the way the Uchiha treated him.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn't the Uchiha behave with him like he did with everyone else? Why couldn't anyone treat him like a human? Why? Was he that different?

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks as he curled himself, his arms wrapped around his knees. No one was here to see him. No one was there to look at the real Naruto. To see his façade crumble. How long? How long had he to live that way? Alone. Hated. Unwanted. How long?

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A/N: Hate? Like? Worth continuation?