Sasuke's pov:

Today was like any other day, the same empty feeling inside and all the hurt and angst still bubbling inside my chest. Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder if I was ever going to happy again; my older brother Itachi had suddenly disappeared after my mother and father died one night in a car accident. That horrible day I lost absolutely everything I ever had and no one was there to comfort me.

Flashback:

I was at home waiting my parents to come back from a business meeting and for my brother to come back home from collage when I got a phone call from the hospital saying that my parents had died in a car accident. My entire world shattered like glass.

I sat alone curled up in the corner of my room and cried all through the night unable to hold my tears back.

When I woke up the next morning I was in a daze and couldn't remember why I was on the floor, then without warning everything came flooding back, I sat there for a little while and took everything in, then I remembered that Itachi was supposed to have come back home last night.

I got up and went looking for him calling out his name as loud as I possibly could but there was no one home; I don't know what it was but I somehow knew he was never coming home and that I was all alone now.

The rest of my life passed by in a blur and I spent most of my time alone walking around the city I never really hung out with any of the other kids, mostly keeping to myself. My grades were nothing but perfect and so days went by without me really noticing anything.

Present:

It was the first day of collage and I still hadn't gotten settled, so I took whatever I MOST needed from my apartment and was moving it into my dorm. I didn't really know much about my roommate except for the fact that his name was Naruto and that's pretty much it not that I cared anyways. I slid my key in the lock, grabbed the handle and opened the door revealing the most unexpected sight.

Staring right back at me from inside the room was a blonde haired kid who, I must admit, looked absolutely stunning. Shaking my head and willing my feet to move all the while repeating the same line in my head over and over and over: "no, no, no he is so not stunning he does NOT look good at all you are not attracted TO HIM, he's a fucking GUY for goodness sakes, snap out of it".

With a loud click the door closed behind me and by then I'd already reached my bed and had started unpacking, completely ignoring the blonde which stood on the other side of the room looking completely baffled.

Naruto's pov:

"Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep…." "UHHHHHHHH", the sound of the alarm woke me up AGAIN why can't I just stay in bed? I reluctantly got out of bed and turned the alarm off, then I literally dragged myself to the bathroom and got ready. Having showered and brushed my teeth I felt energized and ready to go; my apartment is pretty small so there isn't much, I walked to the mini kitchen and grabbed an instant ramen noddle pack and ate that; that's pretty much all I ever ate anyways. Today I was supposed to move into my dorm and was really excited to meet my roommate 'Sasuke' whoever that was.

Naruto's past:

I never really had a family and was pretty much an orphan all of my life, I cried myself to sleep and went to school the next morning with a big smile plastered on my face because I simply refused to show how lonely I was, afraid that I would be burdening everyone with my misfortunes and so I desperately clung to the very few ties I had left. All I know about my parents is that my mother and father were amazing people and other people looked up to them and admired them but unfortunately they both died right after I was born. Apparently there was a shooting in the hospital and they both had gotten shot I at that time was in another room.

Sometimes I start thinking that maybe it would've been better if I'd gotten shot as well and died right there but then I immediately discard the morbid thought. After all I still had my pervy godparent; although his 'work' had him travelling a lot and he was rarely home, but that doesn't really bother me I like to have some time to myself as broken, hurt, lonely, and destroyed as I might be I like living by myself and have lived this way practically my whole life I was used to it now. My grades in school were nothing to be proud of and I barely ever passed any of the tests. Not that it matters much though, most days I sit at home by myself and paint it's probably the only thing keeping me sane.

I've always craved human touch so badly that it actually hurts, in the middle of the night I would wake up in a cold sweat with this unbearable pain in my chest and I'd just curl up in bed clutching my pillow and force myself to fall back to sleep. All I really need is someone to love, is that really too much to ask for? and that person to love me back even if it's only a little bit. Ever since I was a child I was always alone no one wanted to play with me since I was the stupidest kid in school and not necessarily the best looking either and so my childhood passed by in a blur and my only memory being of how much my chest hurts or rather my heart; "I feel empty" is what I've said to myself the most but still I refuse to show how much I truly crave being touched and loved.

Present tense:

After finishing up breakfast as fast as possible I grabbed my duffle bag and threw my belongings in, having finished with that I grabbed my keys took a last look around and grabbed the door handle, and stepped outside; locking the door behind me I began walking down the stairs to get my bike and rode the rest of the way to collage.

I reached my destination in record time and so by the time I opened my rooms door and started unpacking I was already smiling and in an overall good mood on top of everything I was eager to meet my roommate. I'd taken the bed on the left and was pretty much finished unpacking when I heard the door open.

The minute the door opened my heart skipped a beat in response to the sight in front of me "this must be sasuke he's beautiful" was my first thought and unable to move I just stared at him not knowing what to do and he stared back. I'm guessing we stared at each other for about 9 seconds and then he just shook his head, walked in and started unpacking. I stood there unable to slow my racing heart and desperately tried shaking off this weird feeling. For the first time in my life my heart was hurting NOT because of the pain but because of this weird feeling that my heart had FINALLY been reunited with its other half.

It'd been a few minutes now when a thought popped into my head "but he's a guy you can't have feelings for him that's disgusting not to mention you just met him and barely know anything about him" that snapped me out of my statue like state. I shook my head once to clear it and started walking up to him intending to introduce myself PROPERLY.