Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Just the story I have created using the characters from the anime. This has gays. Don't like? Leave for all I care and don't waste the time for any hateful comments. Heads up guys when I return it once or twice it's a different scene. Italic means it's the story Naruto is reading. This is mostly introduction stuffs shipping stuff will come soon! 3

I've finished all of my work after 4 intense hours of typing on my crap computer. You think I'm joking? I have to reboot it every 30 minutes or so, it's a piece of junk, but I can't afford to get a new one. I shutdown the computer (which takes about 10 minutes.) and plug it in to charge. The screen reads 45 percent, and then it goes blank.

"I'm bored."

Sasuke grunts and closes his computer ever so slightly to look up at me, "Hello bored, I'm Sasuke."

I groan loudly in frustration. Sasuke just smirks at me and goes back to typing.

"Come on! I know you're done with your homework, you always finish before me." I flop onto my bed dramatically with hands behind my head. He's silent.

"Can you at least look over my assignment?"

"Which assignment?"

"The assignment. C'mon Sasuke, you know what I'm talking about." We've been writing a narrative lately and Kakashi, our teacher is making a big deal out of it. It's going to be a big part of our grade.

Sasuke perks up, but then hides it with a groan, "Fine. In 30 or so minutes when you can get that irritating computer to boot up." I'm a bit pissed that he can say that with his unfairly expensive computer in his lap. I stick out my tongue at him. I hold the power button till a blue light illuminates the screen.

Sasuke's quiet while he reads, teeth biting the soft flesh underneath the thumbnail. I watch him expectantly from edge of his bed not knowing what else to do. His eyebrows knit and he stops chewing his thumbnail. Then without asking me if it's ok, he starts typing something. "Hey! What are you writing?" I crawl up the bed to sit beside him, giving me access to the screen as well. Only then did Sasuke explain this actions, "This scene is too cliché. You were going for the unexpected right? Everyone expects the girl to start crying, despite how able you made her out to be. Instead you should have a moment where she tears up, so everyone is expecting her to cry. Then she lives up to her durable potential."

I knit my eyebrows, "Yeah... But the whole point of this scene is to portray the trauma she's just experienced. You know, the, 'even the strong can fall' idea."

Sasuke nods in agreement, "That makes sense, but it goes against the whole theme of your story."

I sigh. "You're right Sasuke, I'll fix it."

We take turns rewriting the scene, editing each other's work and brainstorming ideas. I always thought Sasuke skins would be cold like a vampire or something, but when our arms and shoulders brushed together, I couldn't help but notice how warm he was. Not like I imagined touching his skin or anything pervy like that, it's just that his skin is the color of ivory, like he rarely goes outside. Just as the scene was finished my computer makes the sound of a strangled cat and crashed.

I grin, "That's Chuck for you."

Sasuke laughs, something extremely rare, "You call your computer… Chuck?" Then he burst into laughter again. His laugh is actually really nice, it was filled with happiness and it makes you feel really special because you're the only one who gets to hear it. "You dobe!" He says in between laughs. I laugh too, only now realizing how dorky it was.

When the laughter died out Sasuke did another rare thing, he smiles at me, "Chuck. I like it. That's a brilliant name." I return the smile.

I miss laughter. I miss my friends and family. Most of all I miss opposable thumbs.

"SASUKE! It's mine turn for the desk! You had it last time." I push my glasses further up my nose and huff.

Sasuke sighs, "Maybe you should get back here sooner and take it before I get to it."

"C'mon Sasuke!" I whine.

He ignores me. God he can be so annoying.

"Dumbass!"

"Oh f*ck off Sasuke!"

"Maybe if you hadn't-" I cut him off, "Stop being such a- such a. arrogant celery stick!" He looks at me eyes wide with surprise, speechless from the amount of stupidity I'd just displayed.

He gives me a snarky smile, "Here, I'll help you clean it up, klutz."

I huff.

Akashi runs his hand through his hair, something he does often when he's bored. Then again professor Akashi always looks bored out of his mind.

"Class, I'm very disappointed in all of you there were only three 100 percent's out of this entire class." My heart skips a beat. What if I failed the assignment? I can feel beads of sweat form on my palms and I whip them off on my jeans nervously. "The kids who didn't let me down," he says sharply glaring at the whole class, "were Orochimaru," Of course I think. He's incredible talented. I look over at him in his layered on white power, thick eyeliner and purple lipstick. His purple lips twist into the form of a malevolent smirk. "Naruto," I let out a sigh of relief and feel all my anxiety dissolve. Free from the burden of stress, I can't stop grinning. "And Sasuke." I look over at him; he's just nodding his head avoiding the eyes of everyone else. But when Sasuke notices Orochimaru growling at him he flips him off. I snigger.

I sigh, there is only one more day till winter break which means stressful finals. I'm studying my advanced calc at the desk while Sasuke studies on his bed. Despite the fact that we regularly exchange insults, are literature rivals and fight over the desk, he's a good roommate. We don't go out and party like most freshmen do, we work hard and keep to ourselves.

It's nice to have someone in the same room as you. Even though Sasuke and me don't admit it, we've stuck together throughout all of college so far and we're pretty tight. Sasuke takes his notes and organizes them into the folder, which is our way of saying; I'm going to bed now. I organize my notes too and tuck them into my satchel for tomorrow.

"You ready for the final test tomorrow?"

He smirks, "Hell yeah."

"I bet you I'll get a better score." I say coyly. He arches his eyebrows, "Bring it on knucklehead."

I grin as I gather up my pjs. But something's wrong, Sasuke is a night shower person, while I prefer to take them during the day. He takes a shower and changes in the bathroom while I change in our room, but Sasuke is still in the room. I just stand there awkwardly shifting my weight from foot to foot. Sasuke clears his throat and I notice a bit of pink rising in his cheeks (perish the thought Sasuke isn't the blushy type.) He pulls something out from underneath his bed, a present? Rectangular shaped, shiny red wrapping paper, and a shiny gold bow, yep it's a present.

I flush red when I realized I didn't get him anything, "Sasuke. I'm sorry, I didn't know…"

"It's fine dumbass, I didn't expect anything in return. It's just that... I think we were both sick of that piece of garbage you call a computer." I try to fight down any high hopes I had and took the present in my hands. I kneel down on the ground and he joins me, crisscrossing his legs. I tear off the paper still feeling guilty that the thought never occurred to me to get Sasuke a present. And oh holy lord... I inhale sharply, "Sasuke."

"Dork. Nobody else would be this excited over a computer." I tackle him in a hug slamming him to the ground, "Sasuke! Thank you so much!"

"OW! Get off me numbskull!" He tries to shove me of him, but I'm too happy to let go. "Naruto!" he growls at me, but offers no further resistance. My legs and arms are wrapped around him and my head is fitted perfectly into the crook of his neck. He smells good. Sasuke groans," I can't breathe."

I roll off him and laugh.

He sits up, flushed and rubbing the back of his neck, "I'll help you get it set up if you want." I can't stop grinning as he teaches me to use the computer. Just the two of us sitting on the floor being nerds.

I'm not a hero. I'm a failure. I'm a boy who had his heart set on killing the purest thing in sight. No matter my form, I am a monster. Maybe if I just came close enough to a hunter and stood still, maybe then I could escape this agonizing sensation in my chest.