Blind Admiration

Summary: Sasuke only seen him twice a week when he came over to visit his brother. What was once admiration soon turned into an obsession.

Naruto: 19

Itachi: 19

Sasuke: 13

Kyuubi: 22

Warning: This contains strong language, minor sex, Yaoi, angst, and character deaths. This is my first dark fic so please be kind.

Chapter 1: Help

Sasuke stared into to space of his dark room. His eyes half-mist and thoughts swirling in his head. He wanted to see him again. He pictured a sunny smile, bright blue eyes, and golden sun streaked hair. He just wanted to be near him. To be near the warmth that he always exudes with. Sasuke let out a quiet sigh. He turned over on top of his bed. Sasuke wasn't in the covers and didn't feel like going to sleep anytime soon. He hardly ever slept unless it was on the days he came over. His mother, Mikoto Uchiha fused over him not sleeping enough to focus in school.

It was slightly true. He hardly did focus in school because his thoughts were always on him. Him, as in his older brother's friend, Naruto Uzumaki. Naruto worked on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. He came over only on Tuesdays and Thursdays. When he first met Itachi's best friend, he couldn't stand him because of his stupid grins and corny jokes. Eventually, they became tolerable with each other until Naruto one day stopped him from falling from the monkey bars. Ever since that day, he watched his actions closely.

Soon though Sasuke began to like him. His likeness turned into a strong admiration and now he felt like he was in love with the tanned blonde. Sasuke sat up quietly and jumped down from his bed. He wasn't short for his age but he wasn't tall either. His raven locks looked brighter in the moonlight, sharpening the blue tint. Sasuke moved over to the window, looking past the tree hovering over his window and in the direction of where Naruto lived. Today was Sunday so he wouldn't be seeing Naruto until two days later.

His obsidian eyes sparkled with joy at seeing the blonde. Sasuke felt a small smile tug on his lips. He couldn't wait to see him.

The next day, Sasuke dressed in his school uniform. His mother knocked on the door and turned it open after a few seconds of silence.

"Sasuke? Sweetie, are you up?" she asked with a gentle voice.

Sasuke wasn't like other kids. He never spoke and he wasn't going to speak anytime soon. It wasn't like there was something wrong with him. He just chose not to speak for reasons unknown to his parents. The only things he did, was making small gestures or sounds that only his family and close friends understood. He knew sign language but even so he refused to have a decent conversation. Sasuke is the lone kid, even though girls at his girl swooned over him. He was an Uchiha after all.

He looked at her blankly. She smiled brightly. "I made your favorite pancakes."

Sasuke nodded, walking over to his mother. He closed his room door on the way out. He followed his mother like a chick followed a hen. Sasuke, personally never liked his father. It wasn't like that at first. It was because when he started going to school. His grades weren't perfect like Itachi's. Sasuke at first tried hard to please his father but he had his limits. He soon realized that it wouldn't matter. He could never be better than his brother. He could only strive to be himself. Sasuke now, at thirteen could care less about his father's expectations.

Sasuke saw his older brother sitting at the table reading newspaper. Itachi went to a local university so he still lived at home without the extra expenses. He sat down in his usual chair, waiting for a plate to be set in front of him.

"Good morning, little brother. Did you sleep last night?" his brother asked suddenly.

Sasuke looked at him with fathomless eyes and shook his head.

"I thought you were taking medicine."

Their mother hummed in disappointment. "No, they gave him leg cramps and migraines. I had to take him off it."

As usual his mother and brother started a conversation like he wasn't in the room. He ate one out of his three pancakes before leaving. He hated when they did that. It wasn't like he was deaf. He could hear, think, and see fine. He just couldn't talk. The only person that treated him like a normal teen was Naruto. Sasuke walked in a daze towards school. It was only three blocks away from his house so he got there within ten minutes.

A teacher greeted him like always and other boys at the school looked upon him in jealousy. They couldn't do anything but look. He was a brilliant fighter so they learned their lesson after the fourth time they tried something on him. Sasuke moved out of the teacher's grasp once he came upon his locker. His face blank at the routine. He hated Mondays since he couldn't see Naruto. He only had to wait one more day and eight more hours of school to see him. He started his count down yesterday.

"Hello? Yes, this is Sasuke's mother. Oh, I see. Did he do the work? Well, I saw him doing homework on Friday. Really? Do I need to come up there? No, my husband isn't here at the moment." Mikoto sighed. "I'm on my way."

"He just left an hour ago." Itachi said looking at her.

"When he turned in his homework, he drew violent scenes on it." She grumbled.

"He needs a therapist." He said putting his newspaper down. He didn't leave for school until ten and didn't come back until three. He had his own car at sophomores were jealous he got a car so fast. He worried about his younger brother, Sasuke simply because Sasuke took a lot of energy to deal with. It was one of the reasons why he invited Naruto over twice a week.

"He can't talk! How would he be able to relay his problems?"

"Notebook paper or sign language."

"You know he doesn't focus enough. I don't even know if he can do sign language enough to hold a conversation."

Itachi looked closely at him mother. She was starting to get small strands of gray hair in her usually black hair. Her eyes looked pink from the lack of sleep and worry lines were starting to show around her eyes. Sasuke was causing her a lot of stress.

"Maybe he needs a friend."

"No, we already tried setting him on a play date with that boy Neji Hyuuga. The only person he tolerates is Naruto." She shook her head while she grabbed her keys.

"Are you going to tell father?" Itachi asked. He was thinking he should call the blonde to let him know what was really going on with his brother.

Mikoto let out a frustrated sigh. "He doesn't need to know. He's already stressed enough as it is about the way Sasuke sleeps. I don't need him knowing that he's scaring his teachers by drawing violence on his homework. His grades are bad enough as it is. I'll be back."

Itachi nodded, standing up from the table. He noticed Sasuke's plate as well. What was going on in his little brother's mind? He went to the wireless phone on the wall to dial a familiar number.

Sasuke sat patiently in the principal's office while his teacher, Mr. Umino had a quiet discussion with the principal. He knew what they were whispering about by reading their lips. They were talking about how he was unstable and needed a child psychologist. Sasuke didn't want a psychologist but it seems like he was going to have to get one. He nonchalantly sat on the brown chair not having a care in the world. So what he drew pictures about a monster eating all the girls in his class? They were annoying, especially the pink haired one.

One of the secretary's in the office came in, Ms. Tsuchi. Sasuke didn't like the way she looked at him. It made his stomach churn, when her eyes dilated and she licked her lips. She smoothed out her hair before interrupting his teacher and the principal, Mr. Eton.

"Mrs. Uchiha is here."

Sasuke sat up straight at the thought his mother being here. He knew she would be disappointed in him. He wondered if she would end up ignoring him like his father did. He inwardly shook his head and outwardly narrowed his eyes. He wouldn't allow that to happen. Sasuke would be a good son for his mother.

His mother walked in as graceful and as beautiful as he always thought. She patted him on the head and warily looked at the principal.

"Good to see you, Mrs. Uchiha. I hope you know why you're here." Mr. Eton said bluntly, not moving around the subject.

She nodded and Sasuke reached for her hand, earning a small smile from his mother. He turned back towards the principal.

"He drew a picture, depicting a vicious monster eating every single girl in class. Mr. Umino was horrified and had to call you to address the issue."

"I understand. It will not happen again."

"Yes, I hope so. We have called social services as well."

His mother's voice rose. "What? Why?"

Sasuke knew social services involved domestic abuse for children. He wasn't abused. He was just a bit…weird.

"To evaluate your son's mental condition. You say there is nothing wrong with that brain of his but there's clearly something is. He never focuses, he never eats, he never speaks, and he's rude when a teacher is guiding him down the hall." Mr. Eton said calmly.

"You can't decide that for my son!" his mother yelled.

Mr. Umino shook his head. "It should've been done a long time ago, Mrs. Uchiha. He clearly needs help."

"How can you do this to him? He's a healthy boy! He may have so weird attributes but he's in every right normal!" She stood up, angry tears coming down her eyes.

Sasuke didn't like his mother's tears. He didn't want her to cry. He glared harshly at his teacher and the principal making them flinch. How dare they upset his mother? A sneer appeared on his lips as he stood up as well. He was about to step forward but his mother hugged him.

"No, I'm alright Sasuke. It's okay." She shuffled him out of the office. She turned back to look at their horrified faces. Mikoto would never admit that she was scared of her son as well when she saw that look on his face. It looked like he was going to kill them. "My husband will hear of this." She threatened.

Snowysess: What do you think? I actually think it's a good start for a dark story. It's going to get much darker when Fugaku comes into to picture. Naruto might lighten the mood.