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Author's comment: Hope you enjoy!
Light Switch
The day was cold as the heavily clothed boy trudged through the snow towards the college he would be attending that year. Scarf partially obscuring his face, his black bangs fell into his exhausted, circled eyes; the wind blew his bangs out of his face, revealing the solemn expression the boy wore. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he tried to ignore the frigid air, as he slowly made his way towards the large, extravagant building before him. It amazed him, slightly, how there were barely any other inhabitants here; just him, the frozen landscape and the empty fortress ahead. Though, fortress may not be the right word, but it sure looked like an empty castle from times long ago; stone-walls cracking and falling apart, windows dark and ominous, and the place had odd looking statues. He really didn't get why the school had gargoyles. Not that they could protect them from anything, they were just stones after all. Pausing, he saw cars parked outside in the parking lot adjacent to the large, seemingly never-ending structure, telling him that he truly wasn't the only one here; not that that mattered to him. Too many people got on his nerves anyway, he'd much rather be alone, where he could not feel the curious stares that constantly were riveted his direction whenever he entered a public facility. It wasn't like he was particularly interesting to look at, he just had that air about him that made every single living being want to stare at him; almost as if going 'who the hell is that kid?', he really couldn't take that anymore. The last time a girl looked at him, he very nearly yelled at her.
Reaching the front entrance, which were a pair of completely new doors randomly shoved into the stone foundation, as if the architects were too lazy to put some in properly and that looked decent, he shoved them open. Entering the building, he studied the large coliseum like room before him. To his left sat several red cushioned chairs, and some fake plants here and there to add to décor, a center table sat in the middle, laden with magazines and newspapers that were already outdated beyond reasoning; sometimes, he just couldn't get people at all. Now, looking to his right, he saw a huge billboard that held various pieces of paper, either telling the reader about a new group created or asking if anyone had seen some missing underwear. Snorting, he could not believe some idiotic person could lose their under garments. He continued onward to the desk, where a frazzled looking woman in her mid-thirties sat staring at a computer screen, holding a steaming cup of coffee. Her hair was dark brown, and tied up into a messy looking bun, and a pair of glasses hung low on her tiny, curved nose. She was really not that bad looking, if she hadn't have looked as if she had halfheartedly dressed that morning. Her clothes were mismatched and not very stylish, and her make up looked as if a two-year old had done it for her. Trying not to chuckle at the woman's odd appearance, he tapped the desk lightly with his fingers, trying to get her attention.
With a jump, the woman looked up at him with bloodshot, hazel eyes. "What do you want?" she demanded, patting dry the coffee that had spilled onto her gray plaid skirt. "If you're here for semester registration, you missed the deadline, pal."
What an odd woman to have at a front desk, he quietly observed to himself. "Don't get your skirt in a knot," he snorted, adjusting his bag that he was carrying. "I'm here because I rented a dorm room, and I need the key and its whereabouts given to me so I can be on my merry way." he said 'merry' in a sarcastic term, that the woman completely missed.
Frowning, she began searching for files, flipping on her computer with an annoying wuurr!. "What is your name?" she asked, tone still irritated.
Sighing, the boy let his bag fall to the floor with a soft thud. "My name is Sasuke Uchiha." he told her, exasperatedly. He could tell this was going to take longer than it needed.
"Sasuke…" the woman murmured to herself, scrolling through what looked like a long list of names. Tapping her finger against her chin, she continued to search the files, until she finally exclaimed, "Aha!" which made Sasuke flinch in annoyance, why was everyone so loud?
"Sasuke Uchiha, age nineteen…you're here to study…it just says 'na'." she said, puzzled.
"It's none of your business what I'm taking. Can I be on my way now? I'd like to be settled in and ready before class starts." Sasuke said irritated.
With an offended huff, the woman got up and walked through a door behind the desk. After a few moments of hearing her tossing things around beyond the small brown door, he watched as she returned, holding a key-ring and a file. Slapping them down onto the desk's surface loudly, she glared at him.
"There you are," she said, curtly. "You're sharing a room, I hope you know."
Of course Sasuke knew this, he wasn't stupid. That's why he was in this godforsaken college in the first place. These kind of places didn't just let idiots in you know. Taking the file and the key, he retrieved his bag from the floor and nodded to the woman. "I hope that coffee simmers down your frazzled attitude, or else all the students will run away. You were lucky I don't get frightened easily." he said, matter-of-factly, and walked off; leaving the poor woman to stare after him, appalled.
Following the halls, he tried to avoid any route that lead him to a particularly busy area, but alas, that was nigh on impossible. He passed the large rooms that held each subject, he even saw a couple with professors beyond the rectangle doors, working out their presentation for later that day. After leaving the classrooms behind, he soon came to the section of the dorms, and followed the staircase up, until he reached the third floor, as directed. Once there, he turned right and began making his way down, searching for a room numbered three-hundred thirty-three. He stopped before the door, looking down at his paper, then back up again. This was his room. Hopefully, his roommate wouldn't be such an-
Sasuke suddenly heard a crash come from behind the closed door, and he nearly dropped his bag when he heard a loud exclamation of, "Shit!". Stuffing the paper into his bag, he tried the doorknob to see if it was lock, which it wasn't, and opened the door timidly, both curious and cautious on what could lay beyond.
What first met his ebony eyes, was the fact that one half of the room was messy, as if a tornado had come through, tossing all the clothes, papers, posters and the like around until everything was in a disarray. After the initial surprise of the overabundance of clothes, he took in the scene fully, and his jaw fell open slightly. Laying on the floor, and what Sasuke had thought to be just an odd looking mound of clothes, was actually a blonde young man around the same age as he, maybe a tad taller and a bit more muscular. Wearing a black shirt with a red, flaming fox on the front, the boy pushed himself off the ground, shaking his head. Dusting off his worn out jeans, he rubbed his neck, a pained, exasperated expression on his face.
Not knowing what to do, Sasuke hesitantly knocked on the door, "Um, are you all right?" he asked the blonde boy, curiously. He may not like human contact, but he wasn't exactly heartless. Especially in the sense of being completely shocked. Normally, he would have found the whole situation amusing, and would not have cared. But right now, being so caught off guard by the whole thing, he couldn't help himself but ask.
Hand still in his spiky, blonde hair, the boy looked over at him with bright, ocean blue eyes, almost lazily, as if he didn't fully register the raven-haired to be there. "Huh?" he asked, blinking a few moments, then he shook his head. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine, just this stupid piece of crap."
Sasuke sighed, one more out of pure annoyance, although, sounded as if he was relieved. Letting go of the doorknob, he went over to the remarkably clean bed to the right of the room and promptly sat his stuff down. His other things would be arriving the next day, though, nowhere near as much as the blonde. He practically shuddered to think how much stuff that boy had hidden in those extra boxes.
"So you're my roommate?" the blonde asked suddenly, eyeing Sasuke with a curious air, which irritated the boy in question.
Shrugging, Sasuke sat on the bed, not saying a word. Maybe if he kept quiet, the boy would shut up. But, to no avail.
"My name is Naruto Uzumaki," the blonde proudly proclaimed after three seconds of silence, earning a groan from the raven-haired boy. Staring at Sasuke, he added, "You do plan to use some bed coverings, right? You'll freeze your ass off if you don't."
"I'm quite aware of the fact that my ass might freeze off if I don't have any blankets, thank you." he replied, pulling out a book, and laying back on the bed to read it. He tried to ignore the scrutinizing stare Naruto kept giving him, but it was really quite hard, considering the boy's eyes were of a brightest blue that intrigued him greatly.
After a few moments of having the blonde stare at him as if he was some item on display, Sasuke finally snapped. "What?"
Naruto shrugged and went back to picking up his clothes that he tried to stuff into a dresser that was much too small. It seemed he had finally shut his mouth, but Sasuke was ready for him to start speaking again; he appeared to be the type to never quit, and that bugged the raven haired boy.
Staring at his book, but not really reading the words, Sasuke kept watching the blonde out of the corner of his eye, his assumption of him not quitting was quite correct, seeing as how the boy now kept trying to stack a huge pile of lazily folded clothes that kept falling over. Each time it crumpled to the floor, Naruto would hastily stack it back up again, but the result would keep repeating itself, and the raven-haired boy could tell that the blonde was getting quite fed up with the whole thing. Sighing, Sasuke tried to ignore the ever persistent boy and tried to read the book he was holding, but the blonde was making it extraordinarily difficult.
"This stupid shit just won't stay upright!" Naruto finally exploded, glaring at the pile of clothes that sat on the ground, the mass of fabric seeming to taunt him. Childishly, he kicked the pile, causing them to go up into the air, then cascade down onto his bed.
"Why don't you fold them nicer? It might help, because your folding skills suck."
"Shut up, I didn't ask you."
"Could have fooled me," Sasuke shrugged still gazing at his book. He found the situation quite amusing, seeing as how Naruto had destroyed his own handiwork by kicking the clothes in frustration. Now, he'd have to start all over again. It would be wise of the blonde to heed his advice. But he was sure the persistent boy would keep doing things the hard way.
Fifteen minutes passed, and no sooner had the clock struck nine o'clock, did Naruto explode yet again. This time, Sasuke had been waiting for the rather loud outburst, and didn't even acknowledge the boy as he continued to stare at his book. He ignored as the blonde vehemently began shouting profanities at the unintelligent clothes. Really, the raven-haired boy did not know which one was the more idiotic, the unfolded clothes or the boy trying to accomplish a goal that had already been lost. It was really starting to get on Sasuke's nerves. If Naruto did not shut up soon, he was going to end it.
"Oi," he finally said when Naruto began telling a shirt that he was going to screw over its mother, his voice and expression apathetic. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to throw you out the window."
That got the blonde's attention, and he stopped talking to the fabric bundles to stare at Sasuke in disbelief, but that only lasted a moment, before the real trouble started. Enraged, Naruto glared at the raven haired boy with such detest, it made Sasuke blink in surprise. Either the boy had anger issues, or something else was bothering him, not the stupid, lifeless clothes that had appeared to anger the blonde so.
"You shut your fucking face," he told Sasuke with a growl, throwing the shirt to the ground. "What makes you think you're king of the dorm room?"
Sasuke eyed him carefully, trying to discern what the boy was capable of; and if this encounter could lead into something unpleasant. Coming to a conclusion, he said, "No, I don't think anything of this room. But I will throw you out if you don't take the situation seriously." he leaned to his side, setting his book down, and resting his head in the palm of his hand. "First, you can't stack clothes like that, especially with so many, when they aren't even folded. It's an avalanche just waiting to happen. Fold them neatly, then try and stack them. Also, don't stack them on the floor, you idiot. Put them on a chair, against the wall."
"Thank you pretty boy," Naruto grumbled, still angry, but didn't seem to be at the point of strangling his roommate now. "I bet you fold your clothes very neatly at your home."
Rolling his eyes, the raven-haired boy let the slight insult go. "Well, yeah. It makes living easier. And doesn't make an asshole of a brother eat your head off if you leave the room messy."
Naruto looked at him, his anger dissipating now as he heard the other boy's solemn words. "You live with your brother?"
"My parents died." Sasuke said bluntly, wanting this conversation to end. But, of course, it didn't.
"What happened to them?"
Annoyed, Sasuke glared at him. "That is none of your business, seeing as how we only just met." he sat up, and straightened his shirt. Ignoring the disappointed blonde, he got to his feet and turned his back to him. "If you really must know," he said after a few moments, not knowing why he suddenly was giving into this boy. "They were murdered. I will not say anymore on the matter, so go do something to entertain yourself."
Naruto folded his arms and stubbornly refused to move or take his eyes away from Sasuke. The boy was too nosey and persistent to give in now. "And you say that as if you don't care. How can you? I've always wished I had my parents around, even though I have no idea who they were before they died. I was only a baby when they died. So, why are you acting so…cold?"
Ever heard of shutting up! "Again, that isn't any of your business."
"I say it is, seeing that we share a room."
"But not willingly."
Naruto huffed, blue eyes going to the ceiling and back to Sasuke's back again. "Fine. But don't think I won't pester you later."
"…"
Sasuke looked at the clock and grabbed his bag without a word. Walking out the door, he ignored the dumbfounded silence the boy gave him. Why was this boy so aggravating? His mind was too confused and full of a jumbled, tangled mess of thoughts, that he very nearly made it late to his first glass.
Naruto stared after the strange boy, not at all sure if he could take sharing a room with such a rude…he didn't even know the bastard's name! With a harrumph, he folded his arms and stared down at his mess that he now had to deal with alone. Remembering what the raven-haired boy said, he felt his face flush silently. Who was he to give him a lecture on how to fold clothes?
But, sadly, the boy had made sense. Gathering up his clothes -he really didn't know why he had so many-, he began to try and neatly fold them as best as he could. After several failed tries, he finally had all his clothes folded in two tall stacks on the chair beside his dresser and desk. Albeit, still clumsily folded and not at all tidy looking, but it was a start. The blonde was rather proud of himself at he looked at his handiwork, hands placed on his hips, and expression stupidly triumphant. He was just too immature for his age.
Going over to his messy, unmade bed, he plopped himself down and stared at the ceiling. His roommate wasn't all that bad, really. Maybe a bit aloof and secretive, but at least he didn't look like a stalker. And for that, he was entirely grateful. Putting his arms behind his head, he let his eyes drowsily close. Yes, he didn't think this roommate deal was going to bug him all that much. He smirked, realizing he may bug the raven haired boy; but really, he was used to people complaining about him bothering them. He was used to it. He just had a very persistent, bright attitude that was very contagious.
He laid there on the bed for hours, relishing on the fact that none of his classes started that day. Sighing, he felt himself grow unconscious as sleep overwhelmed him. He hadn't realized he was so tired, until his eyes had closed…
Naruto awoke suddenly to the door being opened and sat up to stare blankly into the dark room. Why was it dark? He thought it was in the morning, not evening. He could hear someone shuffling around, searching for the light switch. But, having momentarily forgotten he was in college and sharing a room with someone, he hopped off the bed, and ignoring the dizzying effect, and blindly pounced after the supposed intruder. With a loud scuffle and an "Ow!" they fell to the floor with an audible thud. Struggling on the ground for a moment, Naruto sat himself onto the intruder's belly and looked down at the face. Though, he could not see who it was, nor did he care at this point. He was tired, still sleepy in fact, and was not in the mood to deal with anyone stupid. That is, until he heard the muffled voice from below.
"Na-Naruto!" said the intruder with effort, the blonde really was quite heavy.
Blinking, the blonde recognized the voice, and felt his face flush read at that realization. "Pretty boy?" he asked, though, somewhat tentatively.
"Who the hell else could I be?" he replied, angrily, struggling underneath Naruto to get up. However, the blonde was still too stunned to really take much notice, and the remained in that position.
"I'm sorry. I thought I was back at home…did I hurt you?"
"No," came the boy's disgruntled, sarcastic answer. "I'm perfectly fine here, on the floor, with an oaf on my stomach! Like hell I'm all right, get the hell off of me!"
Naruto looked down at him, suddenly feeling brave with how the situation was currently standing. He folded his arms, and refused to get off of the boy. "You never did tell me your name."
"And this moment suddenly brought that to your befuddled brain?"
Naruto didn't answer him. He just stared down at what he thought was the boy's head, he couldn't be sure, the room was really dark. He waited for the black haired boy to answer him.
"Ugh! Fine. My name is Sasuke. Now get the hell off of me, or I'll cut off your dick, you moron." Sasuke finally yelled, causing Naruto to scramble off of him in fear. Not of the threat, but at the tone. He wasn't quite sure what the boy was cabable of, and he thought he better not push his luck.
Reaching up to the wall, Naruto struggled to find the switch. His face turning red when he realized how they had been previously positioned. What the hell was that all about? he thought, feeling his heart quicken in response. He hadn't realized Sasuke had gotten to his feet and was too searching for the insignificant light switch that was now suddenly really important. Finally locating it, Naruto froze as both his and another's hand flipped the lights on.
Ebony eyes met crystal clear, sapphire blue orbs. Both boys blushed bright red as they realized their hands were touching. At the exact same time, they turned around to not face each other anymore, slightly embarrassed. However, Sasuke recovered quicker and snorted.
"Next time you touch my hand, I'll smack you silly."
Naruto felt his face grow redder. "What for? You're the one that woke me up in the first place. You should've knocked or said my name to alert me of your presence before I…" he halted his words, turning to give Sasuke a death-glare. "Before I seriously hurt you."
The raven haired boy blinked in surprise, considering the blonde before him for a moment, then he gave a crooked smirk. "I think the next time that happens, you'll be the one hurt." and with that, he plopped himself down onto his bed and ignored Naruto.
"Tch!" Naruto went to his own and dived into the sheets. Roughly covering himself up, he turned onto his side and faced away from Sasuke, glaring at the wall just seething with anger. He ignored the lights above and forcefully shut his eyes, trying to fall asleep. Sleep came, but with it, a very unpleasant dream.
Sasuke was on top of Naruto, straddling him about the hips with his legs, licking and kissing his neck slowly and teasingly, the black-haired boy began working the blonde's shirt off. Exploring the quivering blonde with his tongue, he smirked in victory as he heard Naruto moan. He let his hands go down to the boy's pants and took hold of the hard staff hiding beneath the fabric, and teased it gently. This went on, and the blonde felt his body go hot and sweat began to bead on his body from the pleasure he was suddenly feeling. Then Sasuke began to undress him….
With a jolt, Naruto sat up in his bed to stare at the dark walls in shock, heart thudding within the confines of his chest. He wanted to know what that dream had been all about. He demanded to know. It wasn't like him to have freakishly odd fantasies about completely unknown roommates. In fact, he did not even remember once dreaming about a guy, especially one he had just met. And even more so, he had never once dreamt about someone he didn't like.
"Quit staring at the invisible wall like an idiot, moron." said Sasuke's voice from the right. "You look ridiculous."
Flushing, and feeling his heart speed up at the raven haired boy's words, Naruto laid himself back down. Trying to shake off the dream. What did that mean? Was he attracted to the irritatingly rude boy he shared the room with? He could not honestly answer that question and it bothered him. It must've been the incident with the light-switch and the tackle that brought on that dream, nothing else. Naruto finally reassured himself that it was nothing but that, a coincidence. But, he had never been so wrong in his entire life.
Author's comment (again): Please R&R. I'd really like the support, since I'm having to go off of memory for both Naruto and Sasuke's personalities. And I hoped you enjoyed it.