Note: Takes place after Running Away.

Uchiha Sasuke did not mind that it was blazing hot on moving day. Of course, he slowly began to dislike the current weather, seeing as his bastard of a brother decided to park as far from his dorm building as possible. He enjoyed seeing him suffer. Sasuke scowled as he shifted his last box, trying to equally distribute its weight so his arms wouldn't tire out so easily; though it was his last box, he was still half-way across the parking lot.

Good thing he had sent Itachi that virus two days ago. A smirk then graced his lips at the memory. Yes, revenge was sweet. The bastard deserved it. Hmph.

Once inside the building, the eighteen-year-old let out a small breath of relief. Now all he had to do was get his box into his room. Room 72 was on the third floor, and it looked like there was a forming line for the use of the elevator. Looks like the stairs would be the quickest way to his room, even if he had to carry his box with tired arms.

Though now wasn't the time to complain. Sasuke set the box down for a moment and shook out his arms to get the blood flowing in them once more. Whenever they had started feeling normal again, he bent down and picked up the box, sprinting toward the stairs. The sooner he got upstairs, the sooner he could rest before unpacking.

Ebony eyes scanned the numbers listed on the doors for his room. He let out an audible sigh of relief before walking up to it and nudging the door open with his door. Thankfully, it opened for him. His roommate, assuming that he had gotten there before him (Though he doubted it. Uchihas were punctual and always on time; they were not to be beat by others.) left the door open a crack or the RA had already come and gone. He went for the former.

To his disappointment, however, he was not the first one to walk into the room. His roommate sat at his desk on one side of the room, and a simple glance showed that he had already unpacked and was situated for the semester. Said roommate briefly glanced back over his shoulder as Sasuke walked into the room before turning around to face front again and resume his task on his laptop. Sasuke didn't seem to notice the brief glance; if he didn't then he didn't care.

Instead, he put his energy into walking over to the empty desk that he knew was now his and places the box on top with a soft thud. He rested both hands on the desk and simply stood there, regaining his breath and giving his arms another short break. He still needed to unpack, if the stacked boxes in the corner with his name on them weren't any other indication. He didn't seem to care about the room itself until now, since he had been so concentrated on getting his boxes out of his brother's car before lunch time.

Lunch time.

Mentally groaning, Sasuke pulled out his cell phone to check the time. Good. He still had about an hour to spare before Itachi expected him to show up and return his keys.

After a few moments of silence, Sasuke's roommate finally spoke up, "I assume that you're my roommate and have a name." Sasuke's eye twitched slightly at the demand, but answered calmly.

"Uchiha Sasuke. Yours?" He turned around to face his roommate and stared at him straight in the eye. He made no mental comment on the abnormality of his pale eyes.

"Hyuuga Neji." Neji glanced Sasuke over once before folding his arms over his chest in an authoritative manner. Sasuke refrained from rolling his eyes at the action. Was this guy always so stuck up? The stick needed to be taken out of his ass. He already felt sorry for whatever relatives that Neji had to deal with.

Sasuke shook his head and began to unpack his belongings. It wasn't his problem if his roommate needed to get laid. The Uchiha paused in the middle of his unpacking, staring at the empty space where his laptop bag should have been. He eyebrows knitted together as he tried to figure out where the hell it had gone to. Sasuke knew that he had put it in this box, and that it was still there when he last check prior to leaving the loft. The only way that it could have been taken was during the ride to campus.

Itachi.

Okay... sending him a virus had a downside. He took a deep breath to calm himself before turning and stalking out of the room, Neji's curious gaze following him out.

Sasuke didn't pay attention to those around him or those that were coming his way and toward the door. In his calm haste to get to his brother, he opened the door just as a blond teen reached out to open it, causing its frame to smack him square on the forehead. Only then did he notice that someone had been there, though he didn't seem too concerned about their injury. Their fault, he mused.

"Ow! Don't you look where you're going, bastard!?" The blond accused, rubbing his tender head while pointing an accusing finger at the brunet.

"Not my fault you don't pay attention, dobe." Sasuke retorted before continuing on his way. He didn't bother to hear what retort the blond had come up with after realizing that he had already left.

Sasuke glanced up at the teachers' residence building, pausing for just a moment to take in its five story architecture. After his observing, he moved to continue on inside. He wasn't even able to take three steps inside before being stopped.

"I'm sorry, but students are not allowed inside this building without permission." Dark eyes glanced up into eerie golden ones. Sasuke took a small step back without thinking of it, but he knew something about the man before him gave off a... dangerous, one could say, vibe. But, he knew that the board would not hire a criminal to teach. Maybe he was imagining things.

"I'm here to see my brother," He said flatly, seemingly unphased by the man's leer. He couldn't help but flinch as his chin was grabbed roughly, a chill running down his spine at the predatory gleam in the man's eyes. Perhaps he wasn't imagining things.

"Orochimaru, I suggest removing your hand from my little brother if you still have an attachment to it." The man scowled and glanced back over his shoulder, spotting the older Uchiha on his way down the stairs. Reluctantly, he removed his hand from Sasuke's chin and moved away from said teenager.

When the gaze wouldn't leave him, Orochimaru slithered back into whatever shadowed corner that he had come from. Sasuke tried to rub the man's touch off of his skin, scowling when he found that it didn't work. He'd have to use rubbing alcohol later.

"What do you want, Sasuke." Itachi didn't bother to wait for him. Instead, he made his way toward the vending machines to get himself a snack. Sasuke sprinted in order to catch up to his brother.

"Did you take my laptop?" He asked, a hint of accusation underlining his voice.

"Perhaps," Itachi inserted his money into the machine and pressed a combination of buttons before reaching to grab his snack. The younger Uchiha made an attempt to swipe it before he could, but his hand was easily brushed aside. He ignored his little brother's glare and turned to head back up and to his room. Sasuke followed.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Too bad." A vein twitched by the teen's right eye. He hated his brother.

Sasuke followed him into his room, eyes scanning for his computer. He watched as Itachi sat at his desk, and lo and behold, there was his laptop.

''Perhaps' my ass, Itachi.' Sasuke thought, walking over to his brother and placing both hands on either side of the slim machine.

"I want it back."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because mine is in the shop."

"Then go get it!" Itachi looked up from the screen and at his glaring brother. He said nothing as he shifted his gaze and returned to his task. The younger Uchiha's hand twitched. He was being ignored; he hated it.

"I have more use for it than you do anyway. Why don't you go and finish unpacking?" Itachi reached up and poked Sasuke in the middle of his forehead, unable to resist since he had been leaning forward, "Or perhaps you need to be laid?" He smirked as the teen's cheeks instantly colored.

"You wish, bastard." Sasuke muttered, rubbing his forehead.

"Don't confuse me with yourself, Sasuke." Sasuke's cheeks reddened and Itachi's smirk grew a little. Oh, how he loved to torment his little brother. This was going to be an interesting year.

It was going to be a long year. The brunet muttered curses under his breath as he made his way back up the stairs and to his room. He frowned when he found it locked and glanced up at the yellow piece of paper taped to it.

He reached up and pulled it down, not caring if it was a poorly put together flyer for a get together later that night. He didn't care to associate himself with others. Going out meant doing just that, and going out meant gaining the attention of the female population, thus creating crazed fangirls.

Two things he could do without.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out his key, unlocking the door and stepping inside, closing the door behind him. He stopped when he noticed the blond from before sitting on the couch, talking his head off to his stoic and silent roommate. If it weren't for the shocking red hair, Sasuke would have missed the blond's friend, who turned his hard green gaze onto him.

Pale eyes glanced over in his direction and he nodded in greeting. The blond, seeing this, stopped talking and glanced over what Neji had been nodding to out of curiosity. A finger immediately went up, point at the Uchiha accusingly again, "Ah! You! What are you doing here, bastard?!"

"I live here, idiot." Sasuke retorted, moving back to his desk to continue his task of unpacking.

"Oh." The blond dropped his hand, watching the brunet walk, "You forgot to apologize for hitting me!" Neji raised an elegant eyebrow at the proclamation.

"He's the one that gave you that bump?" He asked, steady gaze moving toward the Uchiha's back, "Picking fights already?"

Sasuke shrugged, "He wasn't paying attention. Not my fault the dobe's blind."

"I'M NOT A DOBE!" Annoyed, the blond got to his feet, stomped over to the pale teen, grabbed a shoulder and forcibly turned him around before punching him square in the jaw. If it hadn't been for the desk behind him, Sasuke would've stumbled back and right into the wall with a thud.

Sasuke reached up and wiped the trickling blood off his chin with his thumb, smirking. He straightened before glancing down at the blond, "Not bad for a dobe."

The blond's fists clenched, azure eyes darkening in anger. The bastard was mocking! He pulled a fist back for another punch, ready to punch the pretty boy's lights out--

"Uzumaki." Naruto's fist stopped just shy of Sasuke's nose and he glanced back over his shoulder at his companion. Dark eyes followed the blond's line of sight to the red-head.

"I'm not cleaning up your mess." Naruto pulled his hand away from the bastard and turned to face his companion, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "Heh heh... Sorry about that, Gaara. But he's a bastard!"

"Hn."

Sasuke rolled his eyes before shifting their gaze onto Neji, "Your friends, I take it."

"Hn. Socializing should remove the stick from your ass somewhat, Uchiha." The teen felt an eye twitch at the comment. And when the hell did he need to be told by someone who needed to get their stick out of their ass to... to... Ugh!

"No thank you." Sasuke turned his back to the room and continued his task. He would not socialize. The would require leaving his room, which would attract attention. Attracting attention meant being chased by fangirls. He wouldn't have it.

Naruto watched the brunet before wrapping an arm around his shoulder, grinning broadly, "I agree with Neji! You need to go out and have some fun! That stick isn't gonna just fall out of your tight ass!" Chuckling, he pulled away with a squeeze to Sasuke's ass, pulling out a soft yelp from the Uchiha.

Sasuke immediately turned and made a move to grab the idiotic blond, but he jumped back and out of the way, still laughing.

"Dammit, get back here, usuratonkachi!" He tried to will the faint color on his cheeks to fade. Who the hell did this guy think he was, groping him like that?!

"Nyaaah!" Naruto continued cackling and let out an 'eep!' as Sasuke made another move to grab him. He glared at the blond's back as he left the dorm, silently followed by Gaara.

The moron had better hope they didn't have any classes together. He was going to get payback for that.

Revised by request. Sorry that it turned out shorter than the original.