You Cannot See Love

Sasuke stepped into his front door. He was ultimately tired and very frustrated; today had not turned out how he wanted it to. He slowly made his way to the living room where he saw his brother Itachi watching TV in the dark. Everything was completely silent and even the TV was muted. Sasuke wasn’t sure but if he didn’t know better he would have thought that Itachi had been anticipating his arrival home. Sasuke staggered in tiredly, ignoring Itachi, throwing his backpack onto the love seat and he turned to go upstairs. He was just flat out worn out and he needed time to meditate, think, and relax, not to mention cool his head, because the next person who crossed him today was going to be sorry.

I can just go up to my room and be at peace for awhile. He thought as he took a step when he heard Itachi speak to him.

“I heard today didn’t go well” He stated matter-of-factly.

Great, almost upstairs without a giving explanation. He was so close! Why did Itachi have to pry? Didn’t he have better things to do like be amazing or something? Sasuke balled his fists at his side before relaxing them and counting to ten to get his temper in check. He looked up at Itachi with fake indifference.

“How would you know? I just got back.” he was really curious as to how information reached Itachi so fast. Was he some kind of sadistic stalker freak or what? But whatever the reasons, it was obvious that Itachi knew and he was just so ready to rub it in Sasuke’s face. He just knew it, that was Itachi and it always had been. Sasuke wondered just what it was that made Itachi have such and ability to push everything else in life aside, to accomplish such things. He thought it might be because of how Itachi really had no emotional attachment to anyone or anything, but Sasuke was far too human for such things. Though he had indeed tried to kill his emotions so many times before. But whatever the reason was, Itachi was always better than him in everything, though Sasuke wasn’t willing to admit it, it was the sad truth.

“I have my ways” Said Itachi bluntly and he could hear the smirk in his voice.

He always has to be so mysterious. Why can’t I just get a straight foreword answer from him for once? Thought Sasuke Rage building up in him.

“Nosy bastard” huffed Sasuke before turning on his heel and taking a few steps towards the staircase. When Sasuke had thought he was going to escape, Itachi’s voice cut in again.

“It’s not my fault you’ve always been such an underachiever and I have been well such a prodigy, so to speak.” he said the cockiness in his tone made Sasuke glare at the ground.

“Bastard, don’t be so cocky because things won’t be that way much longer” He replied still glaring down at the ground, though his confidence really didn’t show through his words much. He sounded unsure of himself like a 6 year old boy claiming that Santa was real.

Sasuke was really beginning to let his anger get the best of him. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, he clenched and unclenched his fists and gritted his teeth images, of him smashing his fist into Itachi’s perfect porcelain face running through his mind. Oh how he wished he could wipe the smug smirk off Itachi’s face that he knew he was sporting.

“Whatever you say little brother, inferior, unintelligent, waste of Uchiha blood” said Itachi the words rolling off his tongue like venom, and they stung Sasuke just as badly.

Sasuke had had enough, he was infuriated. He lost his control; he had to hit someone, something, anything. He needed to smash that bastard’s face in and prove to him just how “inferior” he was. He gritted his teeth, and without warning turned quickly and dashed towards Itachi screaming with rage, his fist like a battering ram ready to tear down the smugness that was Itachi,

Sasuke coughed, blood splattering onto the expensive hand made carpet. He fell to his knees clenching his stomach. What had just happened? Just that second that Sasuke was converging on Itachi he had switched up the game with ease. Itachi had managed to catch Sasuke’s fist before it reached his face and use his other to plant a well targeted punch straight into Sasuke’s gut.

Sasuke gasped for breath, coughing and cursing as he tried to recover from the humiliation and loss of pride.

“Foolish little brother, you know you will never out do me in anything.” Itachi stated as though it was an inescapable fact. He almost sounded like he felt sorry for Sasuke, like he was some kind of needy child.

“You don’t look so good Sasuke, perhaps you should go take a nap.” said Itachi with fake concern, he was so bipolar. But his face quickly changed to a mock expression, he picked up Sasuke’s backpack off the love seat throwing it so that Sasuke just barley caught it.

“And take your shit with you” He stated flatly before sitting down and uninterested flipping through the channels on the muted TV once again. He was so weird.

Sasuke walked upstairs without another word.

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NARUTO P.O.V

Its freezing, its freezing fucking cold. It’s raining and I’m drenched from head to toe. My hair sticks uncomfortable to my forehead as face paint runs down my neck. I feel water trickle to the corner of my mouth and stick my tongue out to like it. Ick, it tastes like paint. These conditions are not exactly making for the most enjoyable football game. It’s so completely awful, no it’s dreadful, but somehow I ignore it. I’m paying more attention to the interesting feel of the bleachers shaking under me. I’m not quite sure as of now but I know it’s either an earthquake, someone stomping, or I’m so freezing cold that I’m about to go into seizures. It’s the bottom of the 4th quarter. So far our team has been winning and not many people even bothered to show up considering the fact that it wasn’t a home game. I didn’t care. I came to the game sporting my “Get Fired UP” shirt, Mardi gras beads, my green bandana, and a face painted half black, half green. I wasn’t put on the spirit crew for nothing. I fidget nervously with a black Mardi gras necklace as I watch the next play. The suspense is killing me, really, and that’s not sarcasm. Interception. Alright, alright. We can do this, there’s only 2 minutes left on the clock. I reach down and grab my mocha off the bleacher. The liquid sloshed as I grasp it and pick it up with shaky cold hands. The cold is indeed dreadful but still it’s bearable. All I’m really concerned about is how much longer we can keep the other team from scoring. The cup warms my hands slightly and I can see the steam visibly rising from the hot liquid. I take a sit before setting it down.

“DEFENSE, DEFENSE, DEFENSE!” I shout and others begin to chant it with me. This is why I love football games so much. No matter what your differences or stereotype, whether you’re a geek, popular, rich or poor; when it comes to a football game you all get together to root on your home team and ultimately emerge victorious or lose but have a overall good time. There’s no judging here, we are a team, every single one of us. We are one, striving for the same goal, and in that point in time that goal is all we really care about. Not the biting cold that demands our attention, sorry nature but you can’t bring us down, united we stand and united we fall. Wow I should really stop, but the fact is I just love my school so much and everyone in it, and football games are where I feel like I’m truly accepted.

The cheer leaders are soaking wet and they’re getting ready to call it a game, all of them huddled together to keep warm. Ino Yamanaka takes out the megaphone before leading us in a cheer.

“Konoha’s here and we’ve come to win.”
Konoha’s here and we’ve come to win. The crown echoes enthusiastically all of them standing to join in the cheer.
“You’re chances now are very slim.”
You’re chances now are very slim.
“Black and green and brown will strive.”
Black and green and brown will strive.
“We won’t give up till we win the fight.”
We won’t give up till we win the fight.
“FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT.” On that note all of the cheerleaders got into position to begin their cheer. They spoke in unison:

“Clap, clap, clap your hands!”
The crowd clapped twice, paused, and clapped twice again.
“Stomp, stomp, stomp your feet!”
Clap clap, stomp, clap clap, stomp.
“Now get down to that Konoha Beat!”
Pat pat, clap clap, snap snap, clap clap, pat, clap, snap, clap, pat, clap.

(A/N: In order to get what this really sounds like, actually do it. Pat your hands on your thighs twice, clap twice, snap twice, clap twice, pat once, clap once, snap once, pat your hands on your thighs once, then clap really loudly one last time. :])

My tongue flicks at my lip ring within my mouth. It’s really particularly odd to feel that cold metal ring pressed between your lips. I guess I’m just not used to it. It’s slightly painful now to sleep with my pillow pressing on that side of my face for what particularly reason, and when it gets caught as I put on or take off my shits it hurts like a bitch. I really shouldn’t have painted my face considering how I just got my lip pierced not too long ago. I can feel it stinging as the water diluted paint runs down my face and directly over it. That sort of stinging is something I’m used to by now. I don’t particularly know why I felt the need to get that piercing. Perhaps it’s just me facing another one of my fears. I figure if I can get over my fear of needles there’s not much I can’t do.

Its not really like I did get over that fear though, I made such a fool of myself. My mind is trailing back to that night once again. I really wanted to turn back, I really wanted to just accept being afraid, and I was ok with that. It seems like though, when I sat down in that chair and I stared into the deep, onyx eyes of that brunette boy, I was captivated. His eyes, though piercing, were very comforting. They seemed to assuring; they seemed beautiful in that essence. I’ve never had someone look at me in such a way, such a caring way. Perhaps it was all my imagination but I was just too comfortable. Before I had known it my eyes drifted shut and I was relaxed, that is until the pain had started at least. I can’t seem to get past this humiliation. I can’t get those eyes out of my head.
No.
I’m crazy.
No.
It’s not true.
No.
That look wasn’t meant for me.

Perhaps his mind was elsewhere because a look like that has never been directed towards me. But his hands were so warm as he reached out to help me out of the chair. His eyes were filled with such concern.
No. No. No.
Who am I kidding? I’m so drawn to him. This humiliation isn’t anything that could possibly keep me from getting to know him. I need to see that boy again. I feel a light tap on my shoulder. It’s Kiba.

“Naruto? Hello, the game is over.” He says, he sounds annoyed.

“What, really? Who won?” I asked, I’m puzzled, just how long was I sitting there in thought looking like a complete idiot?

“Obviously we did, where the hell have you been? I scored the winning touch down, how could you not notice that?” Sounds like he really is taking this personally.

“I’m really sorry Kiba.” I truly am too, how can I not see my best friend score the wining touchdown? I’m such an idiot. I look down at the ground not wanting to make eye contact. Apparently I’m just not all there today and it shows.

“You OK Naruto?” He questions me, concern is in his eyes.

“Of course I am! I’m fine, haha. How about you hit the showers and I’ll go warm up your car for you?” I just wanna change the subject.

“Alright” He replies tossing me the keys. I smack him on the bum as he walks away.

“Good game Kiba, you guys killed em’ out there.” I say grinning. The least I can to is act like I was paying attention.

He grins back at me before giving me a thumbs up, his helmet tucked under his arm as he walks triumphantly towards the locker rooms.

I shove the keys in my pocket before heading towards the parking lot in search of his car.

I’ve made up my mind. I will definitely find that guy and get to know him, I just have to.

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A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry for taking so long on the update. I tried to make this chapter sort of long for that. I know its sort of a boring chapter, but it was really just so you could get more of a background on the characters by seeing them in one of their every-day-life situations. REVIEW and tell me if you liked it. Also give me some ideas if you wanna I love taking suggestions :]