Chapter 1
Naruto's Point of View

"If you look in the mirror and don't like what you

see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me"

The End- My Chemical Romance

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. For a few minutes, everything was calm. My mind was free of burdens and the house was quiet. Then a crash sounded in the kitchen. No doubt my hungover mother trying to get at another beer from the fridge. I sit up and quietly take a shower. I manage to make it back to my room without alerting anyone that I was up. I change into my school uniform and cleverly throw on a sweater that covers the bruises my father left on my arm last night. I look at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair, blue eyes and scarred cheeks. I hate my reflection. I hate how much I resemble my father. I hate my father in general. Glancing at my clock, I grab my iPod and backpack before jumping out my window to the street and beginning the walk to school. After I get a few blocks from my personal hell hole, I shove in my headphones and put on six gun quota by Seether. I walk slowly, thinking about when my family was happy, when I was little and had the best friend in the whole world. My father worked for a good company, and my mom owned a little book store. It was just the three of us and I was probably the happiest kid in the world. I had a friend named Sasuke, and we were practically joined at the hip. This bliss lasted until around fifth grade, everything went downhill from there. My father lost his job, a more successful book store moved into town so mom lost her job as well and Sasuke became cruel. He bullied me on a daily basis. Within the space of a few months, my entire life fell apart right before my eyes. Dad and Mom began drinking and fighting. Dad took his anger out on me and Mom got addicted to sleeping pills. My grades dropped and I started just trying not to anger my Dad too much. In the distance I could hear the school bell ring, but I didn't care if I was late. I wasn't going anywhere in life anyway.

I sat in the back of the classroom, waiting for ANYTHING on the board to start making sense. I gave up and just dropped my head on the desk. I felt a pair of eyes on me and glanced up to see none other than the stone cold bastard staring at me, with a somewhat regretful look on his face. He turned around quickly when he saw me looking back at him. Why would Sasuke have anything to regret? He chose to decide to start making my life ten times worse than it already was. He was rich and popular, he had life laid out for him. He had nothing to do with me anymore. The bell rang for class and I packed up my stuff, ready to dash a fast as possible to my next class, but Iruka wanted to talk.
"What is it Iruka?" I asked, wanting to get this over with as fast as i could.
"He hit you again last night didn't he?" He asked with a look of concern on his face.
"Yeah," I say back, unwilling to go into detail.
"And your mom?"
"What do you think? Drunk and doped up to the point that she doesn't know who I am" I answered. Iruka knew about my home situation, but he was unable to do anything about it, so he did what he could.
"You can always come to me when it gets too rough, you know that right?" he asked like he always did, and I replied with my usual yes and thanks. I walked out the door and froze. Ther, standing outside the door and listening to the whole conversation was none other than Sasuke Uchiha.

Demon: IT IS FINISHED! So i will be writing this with my friend and I will be writing Naruto's POV and she will be writing Sasuke's POV. Please R&R! I will try to update regularly!