NARUTO UZUMAKI
Adjusting the large duffel bag on my shoulder into a more comfortable position, I reached into my pocket to pull out the now crumpled piece of paper I shoved in there earlier. On the page was the name of the building I'd be staying in as well the dorm number. The Leaf Hall was on the east side of campus close to the student rec building. That means I have to walk through the large courtyard that was teaming with clubs advertising and flocks of freshmen. Oh joy.
I really wanted to get to my dorm so I could take a nap and wait for three o'clock to come around in the comfort of my own room. Speaking of which I wonder who my roommate will be this year. Last year me and Gaara roomed together. Surprisingly he was a neat freak, and messy tendencies got on his nerves somewhat but other than that he was a cool roomie. Part of me hoped it would be Sasuke since he'd be transferring to KU this year. Though that might be worse because Sasuke is even more of a neat freak than Gaara. Everyone was excited to have him back, especially Sakura since they started dating over the break.
I used to have a crush on Sakura during high school but I grew out of it. Since then I haven't shown any real interest in anyone, though lately the idea of a relationship hasn't seemed so bad. Most of my childhood was spent alone because people were afraid of me. They took one look at my face and thought I was some kind of demon because of the weird markings on my cheeks though you can hardly see the hair thin lines now but others have always seemed notice them perfectly fine. It was like carrying around a sign that urged people to stay away. It didn't help that I would purposely cause trouble and get into fights -and lose them- just to get attention, not that it ever worked out the way I wanted it to. As I got older people became more open to me. I guess they started to pity the poor boy that lost his parents and lived in an orphanage. My whole life I'd never experienced the love of a woman in any way that mattered. Sex, with random girls doesn't count, because they didn't really mean anything to me. Nothing serious, just fun. Now for some reason, part of me longed to have that kind of bond. The larger part felt that since I was in college, I shouldn't be trying to settle down.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw on a head full of purple hair just before it melted back into the mass of students, instantly reminding me of one of my great friends, Hinata Hyuga. I was excited to see how much Hinata had grown over the break, she's always been shy, for some reason that made everyone in our group of friends oddly protective of her though we knew full well she could handle herself. Her father made sure of that, after the incident. It just made my impatience for time to move forward grow. At three o'clock we're all supposed to meet up at our favorite hangout spot off campus, Ichiraku. I got everyone hooked on the food there after recommending it on one of our nights out. It's been our official base ever since.
As the Leaf Hall came into view I gave a sigh of relief, the duffle bag was starting to cause my shoulder ache under its weight. The metal of the door was cool against my palm and the air conditioning caused a welcome breeze to brush against my slightly heated face upon entering. I immediately walked to a near by elevator and selected the third floor.
"488... 497..." I mumbled. my eyes alternating between the paper in my hand and the numbers on the doors as I passed them. "Ah, this is it, room 500." I fished in my pocket for my keys and unlocked the door after fumbling around a bit. Turning the knob and entered the room immediately the scent of furniture wafted up my nose as I surveyed the completely empty room.
On opposite walls were two twin sized mattresses, one on the left and one on the right. They were high off the ground because under them were wooden drawers for storage which had been built into the bed frame. At the foot of each was a desk and chair pressed against the wall of the corresponding bed. In the center of the far wall (across from the entryway) was a large three pane window with tiny closets on both sides behind the head of either bed. To my left was another door leading to the bathroom. And on the side of the room to my right was all of my luggage I had sent up to the room about an hour earlier as well as suitcases that weren't mine.
"So I do have a roommate." Cool, I just hope it was someone tolerable. With that thought in mind I closed the door and fully entered the dorm. Throwing my duffel bag on the floor between the beds I rolled my shoulders alleviating the tension caused by the large bag, rolled up my sleeves and got to work setting up my side of the room after I'd chosen the bed to the left. Hope my roomie doesn't mind. I thought absentmindedly, not that I really cared if they did. The early bird gets the worm. and all that. It took me awhile but when I was done, it was around one o'clock. With two whole hours left to waste before meeting the gang, I decided to take a nap in the mean time.