Sorry peoples but I have another case of writer's block (yes…AGAIN!), and you all know what that means. waits for the groans Yup! A new story! insert groans

BUT! on the bright-side I have started new chapters for Ghost Hunt, It's Called Freedom, Living Without Wings as well as A Father's Life…I just can't…finish them…as of…now.

SUUU!

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I got the inspiration for this story from Shat3dLooking-Glass who did me the INCREDIBLE favor of being my Beta reader! THANK YOU FOR THAT VERY VERY MUCH!

Yes, this WILL be in the…is the I/Me 1st person? Correct me if I'm wrong… Whatever, this will be in the FIRST PERSON from Naruto's POV. (I don't even know if I'm going to switch at all cuz it's such a pain in my ass to do so.)

As promised, this story is dedicated to PurpleWolfStar. Why? If you knew her/read her stuff I don't think I'd need to explain!

Naruto's POV

Our dorm room is larger than I expected it to be. Out of all the stories of high school boarding school dorms I've been told, I'd never heard a story with such nice looking bedrooms! Floors so soft and carpeted so thickly that you could sleep on it and not even care! The beds are both king sized and we both have our own bathrooms! Not to mention the thick overhanging scent of ramen filling the dorm!

I'm going to lov-

"Who are you?" a small irked voice asks from the corner of the room.

ROOMMATE!

Oh my god! My roommate! Okay, breathe. First impressions are always the best. You need to make him like you the moment he sees you!

Clearing my throat and running my hands through my hair in a futile attempt to make it appear groomed, I turn toward my roommate.

"I'm your new roommate Naruto Uzumaki! I love ramen and video games! Nice to meet you!"

I hold out my hand in the direction where he's sitting, waiting for him to shake it.

Ah…

Still waiting…

I bet I look like a dork…again.

He stands up now, revealing himself from the shadows. A pair of wire glasses are plastered to his face, which he immediately pushes up the bridge of his nose. His hair is well kept, so much so that it probably won't move into another style no matter how much he tries. The completely black school uniform is sitting neatly folded and…what appears to be ironed…on his perfectly made bed. What he's wearing now is a gray corduroy shirt and a pair of white cutoffs.

I must…

try to remain…

from…

laughing…

I can't help it and have to hide a few of my snickers from him.

He glares at me.

"Laugh all you want," my nerdy roommate starts in that incredibly small…and somewhat squeaky…voice. "but I find that this is much more sufficient to move around in." He stomps up to me, circling me, making me feel like a piece of meat under inspection.

When done he gives a heavy sigh.

"This just will not do…"

"What? Why? I do perfectly fine, thank you very much!"

He leans in toward me, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose again.

"What's the capital of Burma?"

Burma? How can Burma have a capital? Wasn't Burma a continent?

Ah! I always sucked at geography!

WAIT! I REMEMBER NOW! HOW COULD I FORGET! IT'S SO SIMPLE IT'S…

I take a deep breath, letting my confidence light my face. "Hong Kong!"

Oh yeah! Be awed at my awesomeness!

"No!"

What!?

"The capital of Burma, also known as Myanmar, is Yangon! Hong Kong is in China…"

Ahehe…I knew…that…

"This is no good." he growls, "I can't have you embarrassing me in this school. No. It appears that I will have to do all your homework for you in order for you to have an even suitable grade."

"What!? Really!? You'd do that for me!?"

NO HOMEWORK! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! I LOVE MY NEW ROOMATE!

"Could you please…let go of me? I have a…phobia against…human contact…"

Eh?

I open my eyes to realize…

"Oh! Sorry 'bout that! I was just, you know, excited to meet you!" I immediately un-cling myself from him.

That was…awkward…

"Now, Naruto, I have very strict rules in this dorm."

Strict…rules? Oh brother…

I zone out and only half way listen to what he's trying to tell me.

"I have a very low tolerance for fatty foods. Therefore the only thing you will be allowed to eat while in this dorm is ramen."

Yeah, yeah, I get it. The only food we're allowed to eat in this dorm is ramen.

I freeze.

Ramen…? RAMEN!

Suddenly I am very interested in what my roommate has to say…

"It is both suitable as a soup as well as a food, has very low calories, a well balanced taste, and other foods can be added like eggs, meat, vegetables, and other such things in order to keep a perfectly balanced diet."

Someone else…understands the power of ramen other than…me…

"Yes!" I clear my throat to try and act innocent. "Yes, anything but ramen is just…disgusting. I don't know how anyone could eat anything else. I mean…come on! It's so logical to consume…"

I close my eyes, waiting for him to snap at me…possibly for sounding like an idiot.

Honestly, I try not to!

Well…he's not yelling at me now…so that must mean…

Hesitantly, I'm still waiting for him to hit me on the head, I open one of my eyes. Not so as to see…more as to…peek…

Wha-?

I open both eyes in order to confirm what I thought I just saw.

They widen.

I wasn't wrong.

My roommate is standing right in front of me holding a gigantor, steaming, delicious smelling, made-of-awesomness beef cup ramen.

I feel the odd sensation of something warm and slippery rolling down my chin.

Not to worry! It's only drool. Drool for the wanting need to devour that cup ramen as fast as I can!

Closing my eyes again I take a deep breath in through my nose.

The ramen powder, the vegetables, the sweet faint aroma of the noodles…they all fill my senses, drowning me in my own personal heaven.

"I'm coming!" I spread my arms out as if to embrace my angel of foods, running devotedly toward her and only her, my eyes still closed in order to keep the spell of her scent working on me. "Raaameeeennnnnn!"

SMACK!

Ugh! Pain. I do not like pain. It's so…painful!

I open my eyes to find myself completely sprawled out on the floor, my luggage bags and duffel bags receiving the same treatment as I am, and my roommate fantasy bubble completely popped.

Dead ahead of me is a door. My door. The door to my dorm room…which hates me.

Great. I hear myself thinking. (Sugary sarcasm coating that phony little word into a lollipop) First day of coming here and I've already made enemies, and my first enemy just happens to be the door.

Grumbling, I pick myself up, contemplating whether my bags are worth the exercise.

I mean, come on! Do people really need all that underwear? And combs and deodorant, you could live without them! I know the cavemen did and look how they turned out!

That…probably wasn't the best comparison…

Sighing in defeat, I crouch down to pick up all of my ridiculously heavy bags. (Okay, maybe they aren't that heavy, but I'm a guy, I have to make everything sound worse than it really is)

Having finished that painful duty, I glance around the hallway, my eyes seeing for the first time the cream colored wallpaper glued to every inch of the walls. The ceiling is tiled with those evil styrofoam tiles that everyone jumps at and accidentally breaks, all of them stretching on as far as my eyes can see. Carpeting is a dull worn out tan color, though they (whoever they are) tried to liven up the place by posting landscape paintings at every corner or turnoff in the hallway.

It's quite homely actually.

I think I'm going to like it here!

Deciding it's time to settle into the dorm, and meet my new roommate, I start reaching for the doorknob of the door ahead of me…

…or tried to.

"Damn it all!" my voice growls as I try to adjust the bags in my hands in order to get a grip on the doorknob.

It's futile.

Okay then, I'll just have to improvise…

Oh God! My jaw hurts, my teeth hurt, my head hurts… This hurts! This hurts! This HURTS!

But just a little…more…almost…

My hand lands on the doorknob, slightly turning it…nearly…NO! My hands are sweating! I can't get a grip! I can't-

One foot catches on my other foot's sneaker, forcing me to face-plant into the door…again.

PAIN!

I wince.

Okay, so maybe putting three duffel bag straps between my teeth was a bad idea…but it sounded so good at the time!

Who am I kidding?

It's all just useless anyway.

I was so excited to be going to a new school where no one knew me. I was going to make a good impression this time! I was going to stop being an idiot! I was going to shed the title of Dork King off of my name! All of this trouble for what? To still be the same old Dork King of Idiots, that's what.

A stinging comes to my eyes, threatening to turn into tears if I didn't shape up soon.

Sniffling, trying to suppress my emotions, but the stinging just grows stronger.

Why do I have to be such a failure? Is one friend too much to ask? Even if it's just someone to go to that new ramen shop with me, that would be fine too!

I don't even bother pushing myself away from the door, so I just stay there, leaning against it, my nose probably bleeding, my cheek probably bruised, and my bags probably falling again.

It feels nice though.

I suck in a stream of snot back into my nose.

The cold of the wood is incredibly…soothing.

Now that I think about it…I guess it's not so bad after a-

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm…swinging?

AH!

My body is falling toward the hard wooden floor of the dorm, the door swinging inwards with me.

Why!?

The to-be-painful-landing rushes up at my face, making me cringe in fear of the impact.

This just had to happen to me, didn't it…?

I close me eyes, waiting for the newest wave of pain.

Nothing.

Instead of pain is a soft cushioning feeling…like I've landed on a pillow…

I open my eyes.

Beneath me are my multitude duffel bags, all of which padded my fall. I feel like hugging them!

Thank you! Oh, duffel bags of mine, I will not forget this!

You know what? Screw it!

Scrambling up to get on my knees I grab the nearest duffel bags and wrap my arms around them tightly, as if I had not seen them for a long time.

"THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! YOU OBEY YOUR MASTER! YOU ARE SO COOL!" I cry, tears actually running down my face now, though this time they're from happiness.

This has got to be the best moment of my entire lif-

"You're annoying."

I freeze.

What?

Someone's here?

I let it sink in.

Making sure to turn around slowly, I try to catch a look at the speaker without them seeing the terrible condition I myself am in. "Roommate?" I ask hesitantly.

My eyes scan the room, looking for the owner of the voice.

Two large closets are placed on either side of the dorm room. The walls of the room have the same color as the ones in the hallway, though the closets themselves have been painted a dull gray color. Opposite one closet is a large window viewing the outside world of cars, buildings, and busily walking people. A small amount of light penetrates the entire room from what rays of the sun are allowed through, even though there are some places that are still far darker than others. A pair of beds are in the room, full sized at most…I think (I never was good with sizes) even if it isn't as nice/big as in my fantasy world...it's still pretty nice. Each bed is placed on opposite sides of the room. One, which was still made and untouched, was directly beneath the window, making it incredibly bright and warm looking, and the other (which I had to spend some time looking for) was hidden in the shadows of a large dresser. The bed was rumpled, the pillows in an odd shape, and an occupant was stationed there.

I swallow.

The boy was rather…scary.

My roommate was laying on his bed, his shoulders and upper back resting against the head board, his legs slightly crossing by his ankles as he turns the page of a large textbook on his lap with a pale set of fingers.

He's reading…

I have to squint and lean forward in order to somewhat see the cover.

Human Anatomy Vol. III

My body tries with all its strength to suppress a shudder. Whether it was from the fact that he was reading about the human body or the fact that he understood it, I don't know. Both are incredibly creepy and not normal.

Mr. Roommate must have realized that I was staring at him for his eyes stop looking at the book and snap to me.

I gulp.

His eyes are incredibly black, like frozen ice, and extremely…haunting.

"What do you want?" he growls, his voice a little bit high and young sounding for a boy his age, but it has such an edge to it that it makes you almost want to wince.

I find myself mumbling "I-I'm Naruto Uzumaki. I'm your new roommate. Nice to meet you." or something along those lines.

He looks the clad-in-orange me up and down with unpleased eyes, a small sigh of aggravation wrenching its way out of his mouth. Slamming the textbook closed he tosses it onto the enormous dresser, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed in order to stand up and walk toward me.

I take a step back with each step he advances forward with, so I'm soon backed up to the door again, while he is in the dead center of the room.

His pale hand reaches up and runs through his long jet black bangs, brushing them away from his cold hearted eyes.

Those eyes of his never leave me.

Not even for a second.

"Sasuke Uchiha." he says boredly as his hand runs completely through his bangs and into the air. I look at him more observantly now. His hair is indeed naturally black, so black that it seems blue in the light. An angel's face is stern and unemotional except for that stupid annoyed twitching of its mouth. I also observe that his skin in paler than I thought, and that in the light he seems almost ghost like. This doesn't seem to faze him for he's wearing a very large/overly baggy dark blue sweater and a pair of white cutoffs.

I guess he's not so bad after all!

"Nice to meet you!" I say again with enthusiasm, holding my hand out determinedly. Sure he may be scary, but you think that's going to stop me? He could be my first friend! There's no way I would pass this chance up!

He stares at my hand as if it was a disease.

"From my closet to the wall next to my bed is my side of this room. Under no circumstances should you enter my space. Understood?" he barks.

I nod, more out of the instinct of survival than for the fact of understanding his words.

"Wait, how do I know which closet it yours?" I question.

My answer is introduced with a glare and another irritated twitching of his mouth.

"Yours doesn't have a padlock on it."

With that he walks past me, toward the door, stepping over my duffel bags, and completely leaves the room.

I release the deep breath I was holding.

"I thought he was going to bite my head off!" I confide to the emptiness of the dorm.

Sighing, I drag all of the duffel bags to my side of the room, busily unpacking them. I could take all the time in the world since today is Sunday, but I didn't want to take the chance of making Sasuke mad at me for having my stuff all over the room when he gets back.

Hold on, I should think of this positively.

The two of us being together might lead into us being friends, which might lead us into being best friends.

I can't help but smile at the thought.

Having a best friend must be nice. I can't wait until I get one of my own!

Then there's always the fact that, like in my fantasy, he glared…and had…white…cutoffs.

Who am I kidding? My roommate is a bastard.

I'm screwed!

Yeah, I know that I kinda spoil the plot in the summary, but we all know Naruto is an idiot anyway.

Again, sorry that I started a new story when I should be working on my other ones but…I just couldn't…help myself.