AN: hey guys it brings me joy to be able to present my lovely first chap. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own naruto nor am I getting paid to do this story (well unless its a bet...its not a bet XD I'm broke as a joke jk)

Warnings: Thus story will contain Yaoi, lemons (in later chaps) and whatever else that might be in here that I don't know about.

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Prolouge
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Sasuke POV

In life, there are many sad things happening around us that people just choose to ignore: The homeless, crimes, abuse, and so on.

We as humans are selfish beings, we can never figure out the fine line between need and want. We WANT to live and we NEED to be happy or vice versa, and being happy consist of ignoring what can possibly ruin that happiness, which would be going out of our comfort zone. Few, very few every leave their comfort zones...very few.

HE is very much in yet out of my comfort zone. Yes, I turn a blind eye to him not matter how much that face displays a slide show of mixed feelings.

Hurt, hopelessness, shame, and determination.

I don't know what drew him to me or me to him, but it happened. Yes, I can easily avoid him by not coming to the park where he calls home, yes I could, but it was as though he was my light, serenity, and the one thing that wasn't pre-ordained in my world of pre-planned organization.

Everytime he opened his small plump lips and that melody called his voice pours out like soft silk, it never failed to remind me that his voice was my security blanket...No HE was my security blanket but what makes me different from all the rest is that I could never indulge in my comfort zone.

It was quiet simple actually. He was poor (dirt poor) and I was rich (filthy rich), he was covered in dirt from living on the streets, with clothes that were tattered and just barely hide his nakedness with all the holes that were riddled through the worn out clothes while I was clean cut and adorned with clothes that only the best fashion designers made.

He was small for his age with hair covered in dirt and other kinds of filth that came from living on the street, his eyes were like an ocean of pure blue innocence swirling with a twinkle of hope that maybe someday someone somewhere will acknowledge him as more than just homeless trash, his skin was a soft caramel probably from all his days he spent in the sun, his hair was a dirty brown but I assume that's from all the years of not washing it.

For the most part (if you had a good enough imagination where you could see past the dirt and grim) anyone could see the unearthly beauty the boy possessed.

While his skin was a smooth caramel mines was pale and abit rough from next to no sunlight even coming close to touching it and the roughness from my time spent training in fencing, martial arts, and swordsmanship. My eyes,while his was a bright beautiful blue and innocent, were a mid-night black with a hint of red and held not a single ounce of such purity, yes I sailed the ship of innocence long ago. My hair was very...unusual per say, it hung and framed my face perfectly in the front but the back seemed to stick out no matter what I did to it.

Do you see now, we were opposites, we could never mix. Maybe in a perfect world but this one was far from it.

So once again in the middle of the homeless boy's one-sided conversation about his day, I stood up and left without a word, not daring to turn and witness the dejected face of the cute homeless 14 year old.

I was seriously contemplating not coming back because I was sure that one day I won't be able to leave him. But each and everytime I tell myself I won't go back, he was my security blanket and I always couldn't function straight if I didn't see him in more then a week.

It was as if that bright smile of happiness that would cover his pink chapped lips everytime I showed back up, would satisfy my addiction until it it yearned for the boy again and again with each time frame of addiction being satisfied getting shorter and shorter, till one day it will never be satisfied and I will never be able to leave him.

He was like a curse and a blessing.

I, seventeen year old sasuke was addicted to the little fourteen year old homeless boy named...Naruto.

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