Zaku sat in the backseat of the jeep moodily, his arms folded across his chest, his black meesenger bag and under armour bags carrying all his possessions. He was on his way to some school.

He had been bounced from foster home, to foster home, even a group home at one point. Now, they were shipping him to some college. He didn't care about school, he wanted out of the Jeep. It was cramped.
Well, it wasn't really, only his current foster parents and then some psychologist were in the jeep, the parents in the front and the other in the back seat.

Once again, the psychologist, Iruka, tried talking to him.

"This college we're taking you to is a unique one. You will be given the opportunity to be on the boxing team, and if you do well enough, the school will give you a degree in a field of your choosing. From there, you can either join the workforce or continue on as a professional boxer."

Zaku still said nothing, it was nothing new, they had been telling him about it for the past two weeks, trying to get him excited. The most interesting part was the boxing, not that he told them. He kept his eyes out the window, watching the scenery.

"There is a fitness floor, where you can lift weights, cycle, or swim. It's free for all who attend," Iruka continued, seemingly oblivious to Zaku's indifference.

Again, he had heard it before, and acutally liked the sound of it, but still he didn't say anything.
They had told him he would have to pick a major by his third year, if not sooner. He was annoyed and didn't want to, having no ideas for what he wanted to go into. He liked smashing people's faces in. That was about it. He could say that, but then Iruka would start in on him, asking why he wanted to do that, why he wanted to do such things. Zaku never answered, he just looked bored.

No matter who it was, though Iruka had been his for the last five years, they all asked the same things. Why did he feel the need to hurt others? Why did he get in fights? Why couldn't he get along with the others? Why, why, why.

It was simple, people annoyed him, so he made them shut up. He couldn't very well say that either. Or they would ask him why do they annoy him, what about them set him off?
All he wanted to do, was be left alone. Left alone like his parents had left him. No one c

He was sick of it. ared about him, so he didn't care about anyone. He wanted to fight, to feel the skin give way to his fist or foot, to hear the crunch of bone, the snap, the thump, the smack as his limb collided with it's target. It was the most wonderful feeling he had ever experienced. He loved it. But he definitely couldn't say that.
They might take it upon themselves to lock him up in a padded room some where. That would definitely end all his fun.

At last, they arrived at the college, it was a large campus. Trees, parking lot, six buildings all together, all multi-floored. He was told to stay in the car for now, they would fetch him when it was time for him to go to his room. He rolled his eyes at them and stretched out in the back seat, swingging his legs up to rest on the seat. He leaned his head back against the windown, closing his black eyes, awaiting their return.

Some time later, he heard a rap on the window. With a groan, he picked up his things and moved the front seat up, climbing out.
A smiling Iruka handed him a piece of paper and a key.

"Your dorm and schedule. I will be by every week to see how you're doing."

He didn't bother responding, taking the offered items and walking away. Iruka stared after the young guy, not much was really even known, even after five years he hadn't gathered much. With a sigh, he climbed into the jeep as Zaku's foster parents returned too.

Zaku found his dorm, opening the door, he saw another guy sleeping on the other bed. He made a face, but quietly put his things away, he wasn't that much of a douche to disturb someone sleeping. Unless they deserved it.

After fitting his black sheets to the bed, he flopped down on it, pulling the schedule from the pocket he had stuffed it in. He read it with disinterest.

M,W,F: English 111, Math 111
T,R,S: Psychology 111, Philosophy 111

Boring, basic classes. English would be at two, math at four. Psych was at one, philosophy at five.

With nothing better to do, Zaku stuffed the schedule back in his pocket and went in search of the fitness floor. After about an hour of wandering, he found it. It was indeed, huge. There were three of every set of workout machines, multiple dumbbells, tons of cycles and treadmills, a track around the whole thing, and the pool at the farther side. He stared for a few moments, taking it in. No one else was there currently.

With a glace at his clothes, he shrugged and walked over to the nearest cycle. He climbed on and set the timer for 20mins, a nice warm-up.

After his warm-up, he hit every machine for two sets of twenty each. Some were more difficult than others, but he relished the challenge. For his cool-down, he went back to the bike for another 20mins. When he finished, drenched in sweat, only a few people over in the pool, he went back to his room.

The guy was still asleep, so Zaku grabbed a change of clothes, another pair of black basketball shorts and a black athletic tank top, and went into the adjoining bathroom. He locked the door, just in case, and stripped. He turned the water on hot, and took a nice, luxorious shower. It was nice to not have to rush.
He chuckled softly to himself, as he finished up, drying off and dressing.

With a strange half-smile on his face, he exited the bathroom carrying his dirty clothes. He put them in what seemed to be the laundry basket, a tall green thing with the Konoha symbol on it. He glanced over at the other guy, still asleep.

Damn.

He shrugged again and laid on the bed, arms folded behind his head. It was going to be interesting to say the least.