ROOMATE

Disclaimer; Masashi Kishimoto is the greatest. I am his humble fanfic writing fan. Naruto, all related characters and places are his, not mine. More chapters on the way.

Warning! This fanfic contains yaoi! Lots! NaruSasu in the first few chapters, eventually some GaaLee, and maybe a few others (ShinoKiba, KakaIru? I'm undecided) but if any of that offends you, please don't read. Also, some swearing, and some mature themes in later chapters.

Chapter One

"Home for Christmas"

Gaara never found cold weather pleasant. Konoha, as far as he was concerned, could have been the Antarctic at that point, and there would have been no difference. He disliked snow, too, since going outside meant wearing ten layers of clothing and looking like Choji, size-wise. The school always insisted that uniform was top-priority, but they seemed to let their guard down when it was snowing, as there were at least sixty blatant uniform code violations every two minutes. Scarves, beanies, gloves and large snow-jackets weren't part of the uniform.

"Aren't you going outside, Raccoon-eyes?" Naruto asked, voice muffled by the large orange scarf he was wearing, wrapped tightly several times around his face and neck. Gaara despised that scarf, it being a Christmas present the loud mouthed blonde had gotten from his partner last year.

"I'd rather eat a toenail." Gaara stated plainly, emotionless as ever.

Naruto screwed up his nose at the thought and shrugged, "Whatever, but Kiba built a new sled, and the hill is totally snowed over. Iruka sensei said he'd ban sledding this year, but he still hasn't gone through with it."

Gaara stared blankly at his irritating friend, cursing the day he'd been assigned to sleep in the same dorm as the knuckleheaded loudmouth. Naruto waited for a moment, for the glaring boy to change his mind, then left.

"Same thing, every winter," Gaara told himself, getting up to make his bed. "I don't see what's so bloody great about frolicking around in some blisteringly cold wasteland of white and coming inside dripping wet and freezing to death." Zipping his thick black jacket up, Sabaku no Gaara made his way from the heated comfort of his dorm, downstairs to the dining hall. Nothing too fabulous for breakfast, but then again, Gaara never paid attention to food.

"Hot soup and warm cocoa this morning, Gaara-kun!" A loud voice informed the red head, "Isn't that just the greatest?"

"No," Gaara said, not looking up as a tall, green clad boy took the seat across the table from him. Pausing, mid-sip of his cocoa, Gaara peered at the boy. "Do I know you?" He asked icily, putting the mug down.

"You're in my class for arithmetic!" The boy declared, happily scooping up a few hurried mouthfuls of the steaming soup in front of him. "Remember?" He asked, through a mouthful of food.

Gaara stared blankly at the weird-looking person, before shaking his head, "No." Frankly, he probably had seen the excitable boy with the ridiculous haircut before, but he couldn't care less for names and faces. (as much as he thought he'd recall eyebrows like those)

The strange boy's face fell, and he put his spoon down. "I'm Lee," He told Gaara dejectedly, "You helped me with my homework once."

Ah, now Gaara recalled. This kid, he remembered as a loud, excitable, determined fool of a boy who was particularly bad at math. "Lee," Gaara said boredly. "Oh,"

Lee peered at the blank expression on Gaara's face for a moment, before declaring, "You're good at math."

"Yes," Gaara replied, wishing deeply that Lee would leave, so he could finish his breakfast in peace. Oh, how he craved school holidays to start, so he could go home, where the ground wasn't covered in snow and annoying, brightly dressed people didn't exist.

Lee suddenly bowed his head over his bowl and began eating like a ravenous dog. Gaara watched this for a moment, expressionless and only vaguely interested. "Slow down, or you'll choke," He told the boy, not particularly wanting to have to save someone from death by soup this morning.

Lee, keeping his head bowed over the soup, paused. "Gaara?" He asked, not lifting his head.

"Hn," Gaara replied absently, watching the top of Lee's head.

"Where are you going for Christmas?"

"Home," Gaara replied, lifting his mug of cocoa to his lips. Christmas was not celebrated in his household, it being only his elder brother and sister there. As far as they were concerned, the holidays were a time for study, and training.

"Oh, where's that? I heard you don't live in Konoha, right?" Lee lifted his head slowly, cheeks flushed pink slightly.

"Suna," Gaara vaguely wondered how much longer he could stand this big eye browed kid, and began eating quickly, wanting an excuse to leave sooner. He didn't wonder about the blush, and he didn't care, either.

"Oh, I heard it's pretty warm there most of the time, is that true? Are you used to the cold weather here?" Lee had finished his soup, and now clutched the steaming mug of cocoa in his hands, sipping it and smiling at the black-and-red figure sitting across from him.

"Yes," Gaara breathed, getting tired of this useless banter, "And no. Oh, look, I've finished my breakfast." Untrue, but Gaara wasn't hungry anymore, and lifted the bowl and mug up before Lee could see inside.

"Oh, wait!" Lee gasped, getting to his feet quickly.

Gaara turned around slowly, his mouth turned down in the most emotionless frown in the world. "Yes?" He asked plainly.

Lee bowed respectfully and mumbled to the floor, "Thank you for allowing me to dine with you this morning." Embarrassment and nerves were etched into every syllable, and Gaara nodded to Lee, wondering a little, now, what had the guy so worked up.

"Hn," Gaara replied, turned, and walked out of the dining hall.

A figure at the table near Lee waited until the red head was completely gone, before standing up to join Lee. "You know, he's not into guys." Came the cruel tone of Uchiha Sasuke.

Lee turned to face the other boy, blushing furiously. "What do you mean!?" He demanded, "He is my friend and I was having breakfast with him!"

This only amused Sasuke further. "Yeah, okay. But, you know, Naruto acted exactly the same on our first dates." The smug, all-knowing tone of his voice made Lee angry. As much as Naruto was his friend, and he didn't want to insult his partner, he couldn't just turn and say nothing. Oh no, he had pride.

Lee turned his eyes down and frowned deeply, "You are rude and inconsiderate, Uchiha." Lee declared, and stormed from the room. Honestly, the nerve of some people!

Back up at his dorm, Gaara sighed in relief as he opened the door, and was greeted by a blast of warm air. He quickly moved inside and shut to door again, unzipping his jacket and flopping down on his bed. Before he could barely get comfortable, there was a peace-shattering knock at his door. Huffing and sitting up, Gaara walked quickly to the door and flung it open.

"What?" He hissed rudely, glaring at the person at his door. "Oh, Kankuro," He said after a quick recognition of his brother, "What do you want?"

Without so much as a 'can I come in', Kankuro barged into the room and flopped down on Gaara's neatly made bed, somehow immediately messing it up. Gaara grit his teeth and shut the door again.

"Did you hear me? What do you want?"

Kankuro had picked up a book that had been lying on Gaara's bedside table and flipped it open. "Hm, Temari said to tell you something," He drawled, peering at the page he was reading through squinted eyes. "What the fuck language is this in, huh?" He asked, flapping the book in his younger brother's direction.

"Korean," Gaara snarled, snatching the book from Kankuro's hands and clutching it in his fist. "Hurry up and tell me what she wants."

Kankuro stretched obnoxiously. "You've got a comfy bed you know,"

"What the fuck did she say!?" Gaara yelled, throwing the book at his brother, losing his patience with the cocky attitude he always held.

"Said we ain't goin' home this holidays. Said the snow has stopped all the flights to Suna." Kankuro shut his eyes and put his arms behind his head, yawning widely. A few years ago, he wouldn't have tried this with his younger brother; not even for a second. But now, with the kid in a more stable state, he treated him like he'd always wanted to; like a brother.

"We're what!?" Gaara howled, staring at Kankuro is disbelief. His entire holidays suddenly looked very snow-filled and tiresome.

"Staying here ain't so bad, bro. Maybe you'll get a girlfriend this year?' Kankuro sat up, looking into his brother's eyes earnestly. The kid was seventeen and still hadn't even been kissed. Ever.

Gaara blushed heavily and turned away, deciding his history project was suddenly much more interesting. "That's none of your business." He growled under his breath, sitting down at his writing desk and dragging out the massively long scroll he'd been writing his essay on.

"Anyway, look; I'll bring our lunches up and eat here, hey? You can't sit in here alone all day."

"Yes I can," Gaara told him, scribbling down notes on a spare scroll. Lunch did sound good, however, so he gave a small nod, without looking up. Kankuro knew he'd appreciate the gesture, so made a mental note to get two lunches today.

(Yay! First chapter is up! So what do you think, lovelies? I love reveiws, I LOVE them.

next chapter, "Bad Company"! Poor Lee just got in with the wrong crowd. Can Shikamaru convince him how bloody evil Gaara is? Probably not, you know, because convincing people of anything is much too troublesome XD)