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Hi everyone! Stanleylouis here.

This is my first ever NaruSasu/SasuNaru (haven't decided yet). Please, if there's anything that I can improve on, tell me. :) I've rated this T for right now, just because I'm too embarrassed to write smut. However, if the story ever presents itself to need such events, I will call in an expert. XD

The story, as the summary states, is loosely based off of Twelfth Night. Any other comments about the story itself are going to be at the end of the chapter, so you can read the chapter first and see what you think!

Warning- AU, YAOI. Don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto (duh). I guess I own any made-up characters in here, but eh… you can have them if you want.

Anyways, enjoy!

Prologue

The train station crowds were as chaotic as on any other day. The tumultuous packs drove about like so many waves in the ocean, with each individual face lost in the ruckus. Here, a weathered old man clinging gingerly to a sorrier briefcase; next to him, a family of three bundled about with anxiety-dampened eyes and piles of luggage. Each face was dragged under in the endless waves of travelers.

Above the hubbub and general disorder of the station, there arose a general commotion near the doors of Train 23. A boy, barely seventeen, was yelling out a girl's name. Shockingly black hair, spiked and glossy with natural sheen, protruded from the crowd, fighting vainly against the torrent of departing passengers.

"Hanae!" He was screaming the name now, and those beside him turned to stare; he gave no indication that he realized he was causing a disturbance. "Hanae!"

From the never-ending slough of people, a hand shot out, soon followed by the emergence of the face of a young woman. Fear etched itself in the lines of her young, beautiful face, and the black hair that billowed about her anxious form held consonance with the young man before her. Powerfully moving against the stream, the man reached out to close the girl's hand in his own, securing her slim fingers in his own.

"Don't let go!" The man yelled, but already, the strength of the stream was pulling apart their tightly-knotted fingers. "Hanae, I won't let you go!"

"Sasuke!" The girl's voice was lost in the commotion of the train station, as several shrouded forms surrounded the girl in powerful unison. The last words the man heard from her was a shriek; the forms had taken a hold of her shoulders, pulling her into their grasp while wrenching their linked fingers free.

"No!" The boy tried to shove his way forward, but the people around him were impatient, and in a hurry. With a final yell, he lost sight of her, carried away by the buffeting crowd.

As the floods of people from the resting trains dispersed, a rejected form leaned against a pillar of the station. He had finally washed up from the agitated confluence, shoved in his despair against the solid support without defense. One of his hands steadied himself against the column, while the other sifted through the raven hair falling into his downcast eyes. Out of sight and caring of any other person, the boy let a silent tear streak his cheek, before brushing it away brusquely. He knew it was too late, even as he lifted his gaze to search the crowds for her seraphic form. I lost her… He shook his head to keep the tears from flowing. I lost her.

The events of the last several hours threatened to overwhelm him, and he thanked the pillar behind him for support. Even the grimy train-station column gave an ounce of backing to his flaccid form, in this hour of darkness. An image of bloodstained walls, his parent's faces, streaked with drying blood, and a form in the shadows…

It was too much to bear. Slowly, feeling his shirt ride up against the pillar, he slipped to the ground, catching his head in his hands. He was a young seventeen, already graduated from college with outstanding marks and a favorable future in his family's company ahead. His sharp, aristocratic features, so alike to his twin sisters', often allowed others to mistake him as ten years older than his own age. Now, however, slumping as he was with his head in his hands, he looked every bit the teenager that he tried so hard to cover up.

Why didn't they take me, instead? He moaned to himself, bringing up an image of his sister, Hanae. The look on her face, when she was being dragged away by the men… You should have taken me. Kill me, Itachi. Not Hanae, never Hanae.

The crowds of people had been dissipated for some time, and the next train load, to the boy's estimation, would be arriving soon, when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Twisting up to angrily glare at the intruder through blurred eyes, the image before him failed to make much sense to him for a few moments. The man who was peering down at him had a shock of silver hair sprouting up at an odd angle, with questioning black eyes and a mask covering the lower part of his face. A mask? As quickly as he could, the teenager shifted away from the man, eyes darting around for a way to escape.

"Hey, there." The man's voice was soft, with a light drawl. "I'm not going to hurt you. Do you need help?"

The young man frowned, peering up into the older man's eyes. They were friendly, but he knew that he couldn't trust them. He couldn't trust anyone now. Quickly getting to his feet, he brushed himself off, averting his eyes from the man's searching gaze. "No, thank you."

"Are you sure? You're a kid. What are you doing on your own?" The teenager bristled at his words, turning to glare at the masked man. At the angry glance, the man held up his hands, his face infuriatingly scrunching into a smile, from what could seen.

"Hey, hey. I call them as I see them. Now," and here he peered deeply into the teenager's face, "why are you hanging out in an empty train station?"

Shifting his gaze away from the older mans', the boy bit his lip, wondering the same question himself. Why had they let him get away? And… what was he going to do now?

"Please." He turned again, to see that the man was holding out a friendly hand. "My name is Hatake Kakashi. And yours?"

Gingerly, the teenager took it. "Sasuke." He surprised himself by actually giving away his name, but he couldn't help it; the catastrophic events, still swimming through his mind, made him dizzy, and made him lose all prudence that he usually held so purposefully. Feeling a wave of painful exhaustion wash through his body, crashing through the dam of adrenaline that had been coursing through his system moments before, made him swoon, and blink against the overwhelming feeling.

The man had been looking at him with an interested stare, but at the young man's collapsed form, he skirted forward, catching the boy in his arms. "Oh- Hey, just take it easy." If he hadn't been half out of consciousness, Sasuke knew he'd have flinched at the close contact. As it were, he could only try to right himself, feeling a light blush tint his cheeks.

"Okay, you definitely need some rest." The older man, Kakashi, looked the teenager over with worried eyes, as he tried to stand steadily against the train station column. After some moment's pause, he spoke again. "Come home with me. I have a guest room."

Sasuke looked up to the man again, suspicion and fear working itself into a chilling glare. "No, thanks." He turned quickly, blocking out the nausea of movement as he began to amble away.

"No, wait!" He felt a hand on his shoulder again, and he turned sharply, swinging a clenched fist. The older man dodged it easily, but let go of his shoulder. "You aren't feeling well. You need to rest."

"Yeah?" Sasuke spat, backing away. "And you think I'll give myself up to a stranger for it?"

"That's not my intention. I only aim to help." The man outspread his hands again, in the same defensive manner. "I can see you need somewhere to stay. You can take it or leave it, but I think you should accept my offer. You can't stay long in an unfamiliar city with nothing." The man looked pointedly to where Sasuke had been sitting; the absence of bags must have tipped him off to the teenager's desperate state.

After a moment's hesitation, Sasuke dropped his defensive stance, staring hard at the stranger. Finally, he took a step towards the silver-haired man, who smiled at his approach.

"There. Not so difficult, was it? I have a car around the side here." Turning around, the man started up a brisk walk, not looking back to see the solemn teenager following behind him.

A/N: Sasuke's such an awesome brother, ne? Corny, maybe, but awesome.

Anyways. So, I warn you: my updates are sporadic, I'm sorry. D: However, I do have the first few chapters already typed out, so that's a plus!

I've never actually thought of having a beta before… I'm wondering if now is the time to try. I'm not really sure about my writing with what people are looking for, to be honest, so maybe it's time to get an editor's opinion. If you're interested, and think you can bring something to the table, drop me a message! I'd be new at it, though, so please excuse any clumsiness in the process. :D

Oh! So, I adore Twelfth Night, and I'll be sticking to the main outline as much as possible. However, for the story's sake, there will be alterations, and for those who have read the play, please don't get miffed if I change any of your favorite parts! I only try my best. ^.^

Meh, my author notes are too long. Hope you enjoyed!