A/N: Okay, so I had no inspiration for this chapter but I was like, I have to update one day, so I started writing and bam! Inspiration hit. I was listening to some pretty emotional music too. But yea, here's chapter seven, please tell me what you think and enjoy! Also I appreciate all your reviews and favorites and follows, thanks so much! ^_^

I don't own Naruto

Comorbidity: The experience of more than one disorder at the same time


"Yea, when are you gonna be home?"

"Maybe sometime next week? Isn't it almost winter break for you students?" Sasuke snorted

"Yea, which is pretty stupid. We're always on break. I'm surprised they don't have something like...kwanza break. Any excuse to get out of school I guess." He heard Itachi's laugh on the other end.

"Goodness Sasuke, you're probably the only teenager who doesn't rejoice at leaving school."

"I'm not a teenager..." He grumbled.

"You're nine-teen. Extreme emphasis on teen. But don't worry, you'll be twenty soon, won't you? We'll go out and do something. Maybe hire some hookers?" Sasuke scoffed.

"The last thing I'd want is a bunch of hookers. And anyway, you'll be back in Sydney by then."

"Oh don't worry; I'd easily fly back for you. You know that. But about those hookers...I know you don't quite fancy women...they could always be male?" Itachi laughed when he heard Sasuke's exasperated groan.

"For the last time, I'm not gay." He stated.

"But you're not straight. You just haven't realized it yet. But in due time little brother." He chuckled. Sasuke sighed.

"Tch, whatever. I guess I'll be going home then for winter break. Please tell me you're just there to visit for a day and you're planning to book a hotel or something?" He asked, hopefully. Itachi sighed.

"Sorry, but I think its best that I spend some time at home. Make sure father's alright and everything. Besides, maybe things will change this time."

"You're too optimistic, Itachi. But okay. I already let him know that I'd be home."

"How did it go?"

"How do you think?" He asked, bitterly. Itachi sighed again.

"Maybe I am a little optimistic, but someday this unhealthy...aversion that father has towards you has to end. It's been, what, ten years since mother died?"

"Itachi!" Sasuke said, angrily.

"Don't get angry with me, a fact is a fact. Mother is dead, and that's a fact. The fact that father can't get over is just pathetic."

"What the hell, Itachi? You can't expect someone to just get over the death of their wife!"

"Okay, so get over wasn't exactly the word choice I meant. I'm not over her death either and never will be, but maybe father needs to stop being so pathetic. Putting his anger on his own son who has nothing to do with her death, all because you look like her. I swear, I just don't understand people."

"I know, how do you think I feel? But now is hardly the time to talk about this. I just want to be happy that you're here, so let me be." He whined slightly.

"Hm, you're right. I'm happy to be here. I've really missed you." Sasuke felt a soft smile pull at the corner of his lips.

"Good to hear. For a while, I thought you'd forgot about me." Sasuke teased.

"Of course not. But I must go, I have a business call. I'll call you back soon. I love you."

"I love you too." He said softly, and then hung up. Talking to Itachi always made him feel so much better. Growing up, he'd been more of a father to Sasuke than his own. He always watched out for him and always took care of him. He couldn't wait to go see him; it had been a year since they'd seen each other. Of course they spoke over the phone, but it's not the same as actually seeing Itachi and being around him. He frowned when he heard a loud growl coming from his stomach. How long has it been since he'd properly eaten? Five days, maybe a week? Today, he felt like maybe he'd actually eat something. That he actually could. That he actually deserved to. Most of the time, just the thought of food made him sick. He shouldn't even be eating, seeing how fat he was. It would only make him even fatter. And disgusting. But days like this, when he spoke to Itachi or was just having a really good day, he felt like just maybe he could eat. That he wasn't so disgusting and that he was actually worth the air that he breathed.

He stood up and grabbed a shirt and his bag, getting ready to head to some random cafe. He didn't bother looking himself over. He grabbed his keys and made his way to the door. Maybe today, he'd eat and actually keep it down, and not feel bad about the fact that he'd eaten. He checked his phone and then closed the door, going in the direction of a cafe he used to frequent.


"-The process by which people behave in ways that elicit from others' specific expected reactions and then use those reactions to confirm their beliefs. It is important when diagnosing someone, though it could also prove detrimental, seeing as this method is based off of assumptions, not necessarily backed by study or research-"

Naruto jotted down notes as fast as possible. He could hardly concentrate, but he couldn't afford to miss this lesson. They had a big test coming up pretty soon and he needed to pass it to keep his grade up. His knee was shaking like crazy. Today, he planned to really sit Sasuke down and talk with him. He couldn't put it off any longer. All this worrying was driving him insane. He let out a loud breathe as the bell rung. Quickly, he collected his papers.

"Alright class, see you tomorrow. Don't forget about your projects! Just for a little bit of a pacing reminder, you should have at least three analysis done by now!"

Naruto shuffled down the stairs and made his way to the front. Mr. Yamanaka was faced towards the board, erasing the notes from the day's lecture.

"Hey, um, professor?" He asked, nervously. Mr. Yamanaka turned and smiled.

"Ah, Uzumaki, how can I help you today?" He put the eraser down and crossed his arms.

"Well, I was wondering if you had any books on mental disorders? I went to the library and like all of them were checked out."

nodded."Yea, I have a few copies of Mind Dystopia left; you can borrow one of those. So, does this have anything to do with your project? Have you had a breakthrough yet?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Naruto grabbed a book and shrugged. He grabbed his stuff and went towards the door.

"Umm, something like that. But I'll see ya' tomorrow, thanks for the book!" He rushed out of the classroom and down the hall.

He decided to go to Sasuke's dorm first. 'Maybe he'd be in his room' he thought to himself. He hadn't figured out how exactly he was gonna bring up the subject and much less talk about it, but he'd burn that bridge when he cross it. The most important thing was helping Sasuke. He smiled softly as Sasuke's dorm came into view. He quickly made his way up the stairs and knocked. After a few minutes, he knocked again. Five more minutes and he was imagining the worst. He could just see Sasuke, lying in a pool of his own blood, dead. Anxiously, he knocked harder. He pulled out his phone, calling Sasuke's number. Finally, Sasuke answered.

"What?" Naruto let out a long sigh. God, he thought something had happened to him.

"Where the hell are you? I'm at your dorm right now, by the way." He heard Sasuke snort.

"I'm in the Avance. Why are you at my dorm?"

"Uh, I don't know, I just kinda assumed that you had nowhere else better to be." He teased.

"Thanks. Nice to know what you think of my social life."

"Or your lack thereof?" He smiled.

"Whatever. What do you want?"

"Straight forward as ever. I'm gonna meet you in there, 'kay? I really need to talk to you." He said, nervously.

"...Okay, what about?" Sasuke asked hesitantly.

"Well this isn't something that should be discussed over the phone, so yea, just stay put and I'll be there soon." His serious tone took Sasuke by surprise.

"Alright, I'll see you when you get here." With that, Sasuke hung up.

The walk to the Avance was nerve-wracking. Each step felt heavier and heavier. His hands were sweaty and shaky. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a long groan. He wished he was more prepared than this. As he made his way along the path, he caught sight of Sasuke. He was lounged against a tree, headphones in and the black hood of his sleeveless jacket up. His legs were crossed, and one hand tapped to the beat while the other rested at his side. Naruto quickly went over to him, creating a shadow. Sasuke looked up at him, his dark eyes seemingly glowing with...happiness? Naruto could tell that Sasuke was a little happier than normal. It was oddly...mesmerizing. He shook his head. Now was not the time for those kinds of thoughts.' He wouldn't be happy for long' Naruto , he sat in front of Sasuke, crossing his legs.

"Dude. With your hood up like that, it totally looks like you're gonna kill me….or steal my TV." He joked, trying to ease some of his tension. Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"So? What was so important that you had to come out here to talk to me about?" Sasuke asked distractedly as he pulled out his headphones, pressed pause, and slowly began to wrap his headphones. Naruto wasn't really sure how to go about this. Should he just out and say it or should he just act normal and then slowly work the conversation toward the incident in Sasuke's dorm? But knowing Sasuke, he'd know something was up and get suspicious. He'd end up demanding Naruto to just spit it out. Naruto sighed. Sasuke was a pretty straight forward person, so Naruto figured there was no point in beating around the bush. Taking a deep breathe, Naruto began.

"The other day, in your dorm, I saw it. When I pulled your foot and hurt your stomach, I saw the blood on your hands."

Naruto felt the temperature around them drop. Sasuke froze, still looking down at his iPod. Slowly, he looked up and locked eyes with Naruto. Naruto could see the emotions flashing through his eyes; fear, terror, sadness, and finally...anger He looked like he wanted to kill Naruto with just that look. Naruto swallowed but said nothing. Sasuke continued to wrap his headphones and slid his iPod into his pocket. He looked back up and let out a long sigh.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." He said, condescendingly. Naruto blinked and frowned.

"What do you mean it's none of my business? That scared the crap out of me! I was worried about you!" Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"You're making this more than what it really is, idiot. It's not a big deal." Sasuke was looking down at his feet, his hands, anywhere but at Naruto. He couldn't bring himself to look him in the eye. He couldn't believe that Naruto knew...

"I don't-I-I don't even...UGHHH!" Naruto groaned in his head exasperatedly. Sasuke couldn't be serious right now. Not a big deal? He was fucking bleeding! Naruto took a deep breathe to calm himself. "Sasuke, look at me." Sasuke continued to watch his hands, ignoring Naruto. "Sasuke." He said again, his voice firm and angry. Sasuke lifted his head, taken aback by Naruto's tone. He felt himself getting angry.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" He asked menacingly. "I don't think I like you're tone." Naruto gritted his teeth.

"Then maybe you shouldn't be avoiding the topic!"

"I said it was none of your business." He retorted.

"The hell it is! What's wrong, are you hurting yourself? Is someone hurting you?" Sasuke scoffed.

"Like I'd let someone hurt me. Who the hell do you take me for?"

"Well then why are you hurting yourself?"

"I'll say this one last time. It's. None. Of. Your. Fucking. Business." He answered shortly. Naruto growled angrily.

"Sasuke, I'm worried about you! Who wouldn't be when they see something like what I saw at your dorm? I just want to help you and you're just being difficult!" Sasuke balled his fists and let out an angry growl.

"Don't sit here and pretend to be worry about me, as if you actually care about me!"

"OH MY GOD, SASUKE! I DO CARE ABOUT YOU!" Naruto's eyes were wide. His hands were on his head, as he grabbed his hair, frustrated.

"No you don't care about me; the only thing you care about is an A on your goddamn project!" He yelled back. People had begun to look at them curiously.

"This has nothing to do with my project! Fuck my project! I'm worried about a friend, is that so wrong? Fuckin' sue me! I want to make sure you're okay! What kind of friend would I be if I sat back and just let you kill yourself like this?"

"A friend who knows when to mind his own goddamn business and not be so fucking nosy!" He stood up abruptly, about to leave. As he did, he kicked his bag over, the contents spilling out. A bottle of medicine rolled toward Naruto's feet. Sasuke tried to grab it but Naruto was faster. He picked it up and read the bottle. Prozac? Wasn't this some kind of depression medicine? He felt Sasuke grab his arm in a bone crushing grip, ripping the bottle out of his hands. Naruto stared at him, wide eyed.

"Sasuke..." He started, slowly. "Do you cut yourself because your de-"

"Depressed? No, it has nothing to do with that." He answered coldly. "What else do you want to know, huh? Since you want to play mother fucking detective, I might as well tell you everything huh?" He spat.

"Sasuke, it has nothing to do with-"

"Oh don't stop now," He drawled, sarcastically and bitterly, "you almost hit the fucking jackpot! You wanted to know what's wrong with me Naruto, so here it is!" He threw the bottle at Naruto. Naruto winced as it hit him in the face, hard." I'm a sick, cutting, depressed, anorexic fucking pyscho!"He yelled. Naruto's eyes widened in shock. "I'm just a fucked up guy with a fucked up life and too many fucking issues!" This time, he pushed him. Naruto grabbed him by the wrist, looking down at him. His wrists were so thin...

"Sasuke, stop it! You're taking this too far! You need help, and I want to help you! STOP being such a stubborn bastard and let me!" Sasuke pulled himself out of Naruto's grip and stepped back.

"Tell me, Naruto, what can you do to help me? What the hell do you know? You've probably had the perfect life, perfect parents, hundreds of friends; you don't know the first thing about what I'm going through." He stopped, waiting for Naruto's response. Naruto's fists were clenched so tightly, he could feel his palms starting to bleed. He was practically biting through his lip. "Exactly. So talk to me when you know what the hell you're talking about. Keep your nose out of my shit and stay the hell away from me." He grabbed his bags and his things and left Naruto standing there, shaking.

As much as Naruto wanted to help Sasuke, at that moment, it took everything good in him not to beat the shit out of Sasuke. How dare he say that Naruto had no clue what he was going through? He didn't even know him! His life wasn't a walk in the fucking park either! All he wanted to do was help him and this was the thanks he got? Naruto let out and angry growl and stormed off toward his dorm. The people who'd been watching were whispering to each other.

Fuck Sasuke! He didn't have to take that crap from anybody. He was trying to be a good friend, he'd genuinely wanted to help Sasuke but look how it turned out. He needed to blow off some steam. He felt like he could punch a bystander at this point. Going home probably wouldn't be the best choice; he'd just end up destroying his dorm. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. He decided to go to Sakura's house; after all, she was the best when it came to calming him down and stopping him from doing something stupid.


A/N: Oddly enough, I actually talked this part out as I wrote to help it flow...my family probably things im crazy for argueing with myself. I'm so glad I finally got this chapter done because it was like the midpoint and the start of ALL the crazy that is to come! And more importantly one of the major stepping stones in their relationship. I'm extremely anxious to get it all posted! Thanks for reading, please review, it really inspires me to write...and makes me giddy and giggly and happy. Hope you like it :3

As a sidenote: I've noticed my chapters are kinda short...but I just like to keep it all short and sweet and to the point. I just absolutely hate reading three flippin paragraphs describing a tree and someones clothes and all that stuff. But don't worry, they'll get longer. Or at least I'll try my best ;_;