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Sasuke had always been a bitter creature. It was the Uchiha manner, he'd come to assume. He never tried to make friends, and those who attempted to engage in social activities with him were always shot down and filled with disappointment. But there was always some kid who was either too dense or too interested pestering him. He knew that that was the reason that he hated the Uzumaki boy.
Naruto was a very sociable child. At every turn of the ropes since they first met he was pestering Sasuke for a friendship that would be a complete faux pas. He had, as Sasuke silently rejoiced, finally grown out of it in his final year of Junior High. Now that the two were in tenth grade, they co-existed in a building where the only contact they had was gym class, and the occasional trip to the office for throwing punches. And Sasuke liked it that way.
Now, neither of the two had been brought up with the notion of caring about school events, and so neither even batted so much as a lash when there was an announcement about the camping trip for the tenth grade. And they probably wouldn't, if the cabin assignment sheet had gone unnoticed by both. Unfortunately, Sasuke looked beyond his name in a rare bout of curiosity and discovered something he could've done without. He and Uzumaki were supposed to share a cabin.
He and his 'arch-nemesis' in closed-quarters for an entire week was not the least bit feasible in his book. He'd complain to the student council if his pleas and arguments wouldn't fall on deaf ears. He could ignore Uzumaki if it were just roommates. But no; there was no way that was gonna happen. The council seemed to find it brilliant to make their bunkmates permanent partners for all team activities. It seemed that he and Naruto were stuck in a situation that neither had any interest in being a part of.
He figured that he should tell Naruto about this to try to remove at least one headache from the upcoming event. They would be leaving tomorrow, and then he'd be stuck. Goddamn it.
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"Really! She said that?" Kiba laughed, crushing his milk carton and tossing it to Naruto. "What did you do?"
Gaara scoffed. "I told her to bugger off." His tone was dismissive, but the group of his companions knew better.
"What did she do?" Naruto felt compelled to ask, and Gaara smiled the awkward smile that he reserved only for his closest friends.
"Well," he took out his pocketknife and cut a slice of apple off for Naruto, "she bitched at me until she was blue in the face."
Naruto took the proffered apple with an expression of glee and chuckled. "That sounds like Temari." He stated, placing the entirety of the sweet fruit in his mouth and chewing.
A dark shadow slid over where Naruto was seated, and he looked up, an instant expression of hatred becoming the rudiment of his facial features. "What the fuck do you want?" He spat with enough venom to make a snake cower in fear.
"I need to have a word with you, Uzumaki." The lack of a formality rolled off his tongue, and Sasuke secretly adored the brief passage of rage within the blondes eyes.
"Whatever word you may want to have with me you can have right here." Naruto retorted simplistically, silently taking another offered piece of apple.
"Fine. The camping trip from hell dictates that we share a cabin. Simmer on that, and get it the fuck out of your system. Unless prompted by required school issues, I want you to say nothing to me. Have a happy fucking life." He dropped the cabin assignment sheet next to Naruto and left wordlessly.
Kiba spared a glance to Naruto and breathed softly, sighing when he noticed that his friend had turned nearly four different shades of anger. "You what now?" He asked, having been, as always, paying attention to something other than Sasuke and the words coming out of his mouth.
"Apparently," Naruto coughed to clear his throat, "that fucktard and I share a cabin for that trip." He forced a smile, packing up his books and setting the stack near the trunk of the tree they sat under. "And next, I get to sit through Phys-ed with that asshole."
He flopped backwards, earning himself a soft, empathetic gaze from Gaara. "That sucks. Kiba and I got assigned to the cabins next to each other. I've got a bunk with Shino, and Kiba gets to mull his time over with everyone's favorite philanthropist Lee."
Where most people would have been offended by the supposed evasion of the issue at hand, Naruto knew that his friends were doing what they knew how to do in a half-assed but sincere attempt to placate him.
"You guys get to have fun. I'll see you later Kiba. Gaara." He stood and left, Kiba lifting his books into his lap. Naruto wouldn't be needing them for the rest of the day.
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Pweet! "Everybody to your respective sides of the court. On the line! Uzumaki! On the line!" Naruto's terminus was Phys-ed, which he'd always renowned as a 'wonderful' way to end each day. Today, the requirement was dodge ball, boys versus girls. To someone who peered in on the match for a moment would come to the assumption that the girls were beat before the round even got a chance to take off. That person would be sorely mistaken. Though outnumbered, the girls consisted mainly of the butch, the Yankees, and the terminally mental. A formidable oppressor, if any.
As per usual, the instructor was ingenious enough to recall the request for Naruto and Sasuke not to be on the same side of the gymnasium long enough to put them on opposite teams, leaving Naruto the oddball; The only male on a team of women really helped him score chicks. A sneer from a certain boy with ebony tresses caused Naruto to step forward and receive another reprimand for "stepping off the line when he knew good and well that you weren't supposed to until the whistle was blown or its unfair and the root of injustice", and then get bitched at for replying with a monologue about how much he "simply didn't care and that as far as he was concerned the entire game could rot in the fiery depths of hell and have a barbeque with ol' Satan".
And so, for yet another period of the class that no one gave a rats ass about, he was confined to the bleachers on the side of the giant room, humming to himself and running over plans to avoid Sasuke as much as possible. Despite provocation from an under-classman, he remained otherwise silent, and only spoke once when Sasuke purposefully pitched a ball at his head and hit his mark dead on.
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Despite an inner fear at having to constantly put up with perpetual nonsense spouted from the fountain of idiocy known as Uzumaki Naruto, Sasuke decided to put up a brave front. He was seated in the rec. room along with the couple hundred other students, trying to ignore the fact that Naruto had been forced to sit beside him. The both were being stoic about it, but the indisputable immaturity the both possessed about the subject was really shining through. It was nonsensical and pointless, but it was nonetheless something that they came to realize was inevitable.
They'd been sitting as they were for maybe an hour, waiting for the droned debriefing on rules and such to be over so they could retire to their cabin and get on with ignoring each other. The cabins were, of course, smaller than they anticipated, and the two soon came to the understanding that ignoring each other was going to be a bit harder than what was preferable. But they were silent about it, so people could at least give them props for that.
Naruto was the first in the room, and he was quick to claim the bed next to one of the windows. The other was located in the only other place where there was room, which was a corner with a damp patch on the ceiling. Sasuke growled, but left it at that, making sure to showboat the fact that he had proven that it took a lot to rile him from his apathetic 'charm'.
Naruto was also quick to assess that the bathroom usage would not only be limited but unpleasant, as the camp seemed to be practicing the age-old ritual of low-hygiene latrines. Naruto would do a quick campus scan if it weren't for three things rooting him in place; Love for this bed over the other, displeasure of the onslaught of nighttime, and an undeniable urge to curl up under the slightly itchy covers and get a good nights sleep. And so, succumbing to all three at once, he stood and began rooting through his bag for sleepwear. Sasuke flicked him a momentary glance before returning to his book, realizing that Naruto was going to be changing and not in any mode of interest to observe. He figured he'd sleep in his clothes, and he was shocked to see a well-toned and slender male figure slip beneath the covers, clad only in a pair of green and yellow stripped boxers, and settle down for sleep with a half-happy sigh. "G'night asshole." Naruto mumbled, nearly instantly falling asleep.
Sasuke felt that it was obligatory to part with a cruel word of his own, so, as he closed his book and followed suit, he spoke quietly. "Fuck off, dobe."
Chapter 2 will be out ASAP. Review if you'd be so obliged.