Another Bloody Ninja Scroll
Chapter Two
Getting to Know You, Getting to Know All About You
"Alright you guys, to celebrate our new roommate," Blaize Zabini, a black boy with a beautiful face, grinned at Sasuke, who continued twirling his willow wand. "We're going to play a rousing game of truth or dare!" Zabini rubbed his hands together in a fashion similar to a Disney villian, and smirked conspiratorily at his companions.
There were general noises of agreement from all (except Sasuke), and Draco held up a small bottle. "I've got the Veritaserum."
They all took a sip of the clear potion, and Sasuke, figuring the best way to gain their trust was to play along, joined them. The taste reminded him vauguely of the sake he had once snuck a sip of.
"Draco, truth or dare?" Blaise grinned again at Draco, who smirked back in return.
"Dare, of course." Draco's voice had a slightly mocking air to it, and Blaise bristled slightly.
"No need for such cockyness so early in the game, mate. I dare you to mess up your hair."
Draco's expression changed to one of shock and disbelief before he grudgingly ran a hand through his white-blond locks, forcing them into haphazard forms.
"Fine. Sasuke, truth or dare?" Draco was not embarrassed. And he was certainly not flushed.
"Dare." Sasuke didn't look up from his wand. How odd that the wood's lines curve that way...
Draco's countenance twisted into a scowl. He had hoped to ask Sasuke what he was doing here, but… "I dare you to find a way to touch the ceiling."
"Wha?" Goyle said, showing off his famed brilliance.
"That's too hard, Drake!" Blaise frowned at Draco, who glared at him. He hated that nick-name. "How is he supposed to do that?"
"Tch." Sasuke was standing at the far wall of the dorm room. "That's easy." He said, and apparently it really was, as all Sasuke did was lift a foot and press it to the wall, before he simply walked up it. The other four watched, entranced, as he effortlessly scaled the twelve feet to the ceiling and then—gasp—stood on the ceiling, upside down.
"H-how…how…" Crabbe stuttered, deciding that now was a fine moment to showcase his own grand mind.
"It's one of the things you learn in Konoha." Sasuke smirked at Draco's shocked face. "What, did you think you'd get revenge by embarrassing me?"
Draco's face flamed, and Sasuke dropped to the floor, landing like a cat. "Nice try, Draco; truth or dare?"
"Truth," Draco snarled, unwilling to do something hazardous to his hair again, and slightly afraid that Sasuke would dare him to scale the wall as well.
"Hn." Lets see, what would be the most embarrassing thing I could make him say that would stop just short of making him angry enough to try to kill me? "How about you tell us what your ideal type is?" Since you're so a fairy.
"Black hair." Draco frowned as the potion pushed the truth from him, wishing he had only pretended to take it. "Tanned skin. Blue or green eyes. Strong, but not bulky."
Blaise's eyebrows rose as he realized that Draco's description sounded more like a boy then a girl. Sasuke's brow lifted as well, because he remembered someone that matched that description.
"Well, Sasuke? Truth or Dare?" Draco snarled at him. "Come now, fair's fair." Hope you have a kink, you foreign bastard.
"Hn. Truth."
"What is your ideal type, then?"
Sasuke sighed. "Blond, tan, loud, cerulean eyes and the ability to be my rival." Mine is just as obvious as his, isn't it...
"Who on earth could be your rival?" Blaise said, smirking. Slytherins seemed to have a tendency to do that. Draco only scowled again, angry that Sasuke was not as embarrassed as he should have been.
"Hn." Naruto. "Are we done yet? This is tedious."
"Yes," Draco snapped, crossing his arms. "We're done. Your room is the one on the far left down the sixth hall. It has your name on it."
"Hn." Sasuke nodded, stood, and left.
Draco cursed after the door shut behind the new boy; he had forgotten to ask why he was there.
"So I just take this undecorated bed here, then?" Naruto grinned, bouncing back on the four-poster bed. The covers wispered beneath his skin and the pillow was stuffed with feathers, he just knew it.
"Yeah, it must be yours," Harry said, smiling back, "as it wasn't here before." Magic, you can never truly get used to it.
"Oh, awesome, more—magic, right?" Naruto grinned even wider. "It's a great bed, but I'd like it better if it were orange…" He stood up and pointed his wand at his bed. "Poetry can be used as spells sometimes, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, Naruto began waving his wand at the bed, saying;
"Yes, five seven five
Red is the house color, but
MY bed should be orange!"
And just like that, the formally crimson bed was now Naruto's favorite shade of orange. He gave a cry of triumph and flopped down on the bed.
Ron laughed. "What kind of poem was that? It didn't even rhyme!"
Naruto frowned at him and cocked his head to the side, squinting his eyes. "Rhyme? I did a haiku—three lines, five syllables on the first and last, seven in the middle. I never was good at school, so it was pretty bad—but what do you mean, rhyme? What does that word mean?"
The boys in the dorm looked at each other. Everyone was silent.
Harry sighed. "Someone go get Hermione. This will take a lot of explaining."
Sasuke stared at the thick, dark door with 'S. Uchiha' carved into it. After a moment, he pulled out a katana and carved the Uchiha fan beneath his name. If they could carve his name, he could carve his symbol.
He walked through the door, closed it, and surveyed his surroundings. A four-poster bed with emerald curtains and emerald covers. The dark blue trunk he had packed sat at the end of it. A floor-length mirror with a golden frame and a dark-wood dresser with a silver basin were lined up against the wall.
Shrugging, Sasuke climbed into bed and went to sleep.
It wasn't the Uchiha complex, or the mansion, or even half as big as his room, but it would do.
The first class they had in the morning was transfiguration. Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the class and explained how they were going to transfigure a spoon into a dragonfly.
Sakura paid close attention, but Naruto was, for once, concentrating even harder than she was. Sasuke sat with them in order to escape Draco, who had decided that he was going to personally uncover all of the raven-haired boy's secrets. After they were given leave to start practicing, Sakura started a conference.
"I'm pretty sure that no one in Ravenclaw has the scroll. No one was guarding anything, they were all reading or playing games. There were no concealment jutsu or spells. Ravenclaw's clean."
"I don't know about the other years just yet," Naruto said quietly (for once), leaning in as they all attempted to make their silver spoon grow translucent wings. "But sixth year Gryffindors seem to be an overly noble group. Cheerful, helpful, welcoming; they seem to be pretty good people, but most of them gave me warnings about Slytherin being a very 'rotten lot.'"
"Manipulative," Sasuke monotoned. "Scheming. The potential to be cruel. All of them, out for themselves. None of them are very strong-willed, though. Except for two; Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy. You should watch out for them. It's the pale, pointy blonde and the dark-skinned one. Its very likely that the one with the scroll is in Slytherin, as not only are all of them suspicious, but apparently the entire Hufflepuff house is useless."
"Good." Sakura nodded, satisfied. "Sasuke, you need to keep looking. Naruto and I will keep our eyes open—HEY! I did it! I turned a spoon into a dragonfly!"
Sasuke scowled and Naruto frowned. "Show off," he muttered.
"One more thing," Sasuke whispered to Naruto, who shivered slightly. "It seems that that Harry Potter is Draco's type. Do me a favor and find out how Harry feels, okay?"
Naruto squinted in confusion and leaned in close to Sasuke, ignoring how good he smelled in favor of his curiosity. "But you said that Draco was bad news?"
"Bad news for you and Sakura. Slytherins are supposed to hate Gryffindors and torment everyone but themselves. But Harry and Draco apparently regularly face off."
"But why do you care?" Naruto squinted his eyes.
"Because he's stalking me. I want to give him a distraction." The truth was almost sad, really.
But Naruto grinned, and Sasuke felt his heart speed pick up. "You got it, teme."
Sasuke gave one of his rare smiles. "Thanks, dobe."
"So, Harry." Naruto sat on the common room sofa beside Harry, trying not to look like he was trying to leach personal information. "How do you feel about Draco Malfoy?" Wow, that was subtle. Smooth move, there. Some ninja you are.
"I hate the git," Harry replied automatically, staring into the fire. "He's always up to something."
Naruto blanched. That attitude wasn't going to be any help at all! "That's a bit harsh, don't you think?"
"No. He's been like that since I met him." Harry's clouded slightly, as if in memory.
"He can't be that bad…he acts a bit like a more spoiled, talkative Sasuke, and I know Sasuke isn't that bad." Not bad at all...
Harry gave Naruto a funny look. "Why are you asking, anyway?"
"No reason!" Naruto grinned, hiw cheeks spreading painfully wide. He never was very good at lying. "No reason at all! I mean, there's no possible way that Sasuke noticed that Draco liked you and asked me to find out how you feel about him, if that's what you're thinking!"
Harry's eyes widened. "What?"
Naruto's eyes popped as he realized just how much of a dobe he really was. "NOTHING!! NOTHING, I SAID NOTHING!!" Naruto jumped up from the couch, panicked and flustered. "I HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE TO DO SOMETHING NOW SO GOODBYE!!"
Harry watched as Naruto blurred out of the room, then shook his head in bewilderment.
"Now what was that all about?"
"Pst. Sasuke."
"…" Don't look. Don't look and maybe he'll go away.
Sasuke sat out in the square garden, surounded by foliage and diligently ignoring the bright orange dobe that hissed at him from the shrubbery.
"Pst! TEME!"
"…" I'm not going to answer. Maybe he'll give up.
Naruto threw a pebble at the back of Sasuke's head, which ricocheted into the fountain, creating a miny tidal wave.
Okay, so maybe he won't go away.
"What do you want, dobe." Sasuke made sure to let his annoyance shine through in his voice.
"Don't call me that, teme!" Naruto frowned.
"Hn." Get to the point, hypocrite.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry! I couldn't get anything from Harry and I think I gave too much away and all he said was that he hates the git and—"
Naruto was beginning to babble, so Sasuke put a stop to it. "Dobe!"
"What?" Naruto squinted at him, worried.
"I. Don't. Care."
"…Huh?" The blond head cocked to the side.
"I just wanted to distract Draco. It doesn't matter." Sasuke waved his hand dismissively.
"…Oh…" Naruto scratched the back of his head, chagrined. "I guess I'll…go then?"
"Hn." You do that.