Author's note: Hey, I'm going to keep it simple today: there's a better explanation at the bottom of the chapter.

WARNING: Angst and crappy writing ahead ^^;

"Naruto! Pay attention!" Zabuza-Sensei shouted before angrily throwing a pen at the poor blonde who was, at that moment, on the verge of sleep. Once the pen made contact with idiot-skull, Naruto snorted gracefully and fell off of his stool in the shock of it all. Sasuke was having a hard time trying not to laugh.

Naruto blushed with the embarrassment, but he laughed it off and placed his bum carefully and gingerly back onto his stool. Sasuke bit his lip and looked out of the window.

"S-Sorry, Zabuza-Sensei..." Naruto laughed awkwardly and then made sure to pay attention to what his teacher was saying.

"Just listen, brat," Zabuza scolded.

It had been 3 weeks since Sasuke had arrived at K.A.M.S, and he was growing used to things like this. It seemed that all of the teachers were incredibly informal (especially the man that taught them Drama...Might Gai or something? Yeah...insane...); they would often call the children 'brats' or words similar to that effect. Although he probably shouldn't, Sasuke found himself liking the informal and friendly atmosphere in the classrooms: it was refreshing.

In the 3 weeks that he had been there, he still had yet to make Naruto his. In that time, his feelings had only grown stronger...and his desire to do something about it weaker. He was growing so close to the blonde as a friend and didn't want to ruin that friendship by freaking Naruto out with a confession. That, he concluded, would not be the smart thing to do in this situation.

Still, he had gotten used to his slightly odd life at K.A.M.S...Which meant that he was beginning to feel like he used to feel before getting there. There had been a few times lately that he'd been in his and Naruto's room, alone while Naruto's therapy session over-ran or something, finding himself wanting nothing more than to feel the bite of a blade against his skin.

It was morbid, he knew that; it was 'frowned upon' and 'wrong'; but honestly? He didn't really care. The whole accident, in his opinion, had been entirely his fault. He was responsible for, not only his own parents' death, but Naruto's too.

That was a lot to be responsible for...

"Oi, teme," Naruto pinched his shoulder, bringing him out of his funk. "Class is over." Naruto said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. It wasn't a very Uchiha thing to do, spacing out.

"Oh..." Sasuke said in a dazed manner. Naruto definitely felt concern brewing in his heart for the dark-haired boy. He had been acting weird lately...

"Are you okay, Sasuke?" Naruto asked, leaning right into Sasuke's face to examine said face. The blonde's confusion only doubled when he saw a light blush on Sasuke's cheeks before the raven pulled away almost immediately and started walking out of the door without even a goodbye.

"Sasuke..."

By lunch, Sasuke had perked up a little. He was at least being sort of sociable, sitting with Naruto and his friends, talking; all the normal things that people do. In fact, with Naruto chatting away happily beside him and the general jolly atmosphere, Sasuke was fairly content. He even felt a smile on his lips. That was certainly new.

That was, however, until Neji turned up.

The brunette made a show of walking over to the table, walking sassier than usual. There was more of a sway to his hips as he walked and his superior smirk was akin to sexy. His long hair fell smoothly into his face and he flipped it with elegance and grace that could rival Sasuke's.

To the raven's sincere annoyance, Neji sat next to Naruto. He noticed the arm draped around Naruto's shoulders.

"Eh? Neji? What're you doing?" Naruto asked cutely when he felt Neji's hand drop to rest on his waist. Neji's smirk grew a little and his eyelids dropped half-mast. He eyed Naruto seductively and leant forward, pressing his lips to the kitsune's cheek.

Sasuke felt a growl coming on and Naruto blushed bright red.

"Hn," Neji breathed against his face "How about I take out of here and show you a good time?" His voice was low and seductive.

However, Naruto seemed to relax. "Oh! No, it's okay Neji! I'm having a good time here!" He laughed happily and continued eating.

Everyone within a 3-mile radius face-palmed.

Sasuke was, for once, incredibly relieved that Naruto was so dense. It made things harder for him, yes, but that also meant it made things harder for Neji, too.

He couldn't help the anger from rising in him as he glared at the Hyuuga boy. Hadn't it been Neji that had convinced him to make a move on Naruto? What the heck was he thinking?

Sasuke planned to find out.

"What the heck are you thinking?" Sasuke hissed, pushing the Hyuuga against the wall outside of the cafeteria.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Uchiha." Neji growled, trying to pry the pale hands from his shirt. For goodness sake...he was making wrinkles.

Neji hated wrinkles.

"Don't play dumb, Hyuuga!" The burst of anger was definitely not something Sasuke was used to, meaning he didn't quite know how to handle it. He decided to just strengthen his hold on the other boy and press him harder into the wall.

Neji growled when he felt the gritty brick digging into his back and scraping some skin. That would be a bitch to clean...

"Listen Uchiha," he said, his voice low and dangerous "I'm simply just acting on my feelings," Neji managed to rip Sasuke's hands away from his shirt. He made a show of straightening out the article of clothing, tsking as he did so.

"I thought you wanted to help me," Sasuke grit out, glaring angrily at the boy in front of him. Neji carried on sorting out his clothes and Sasuke felt anger broil within him at being basically ignored.

"Tch. Don't be an idiot, Uchiha; it doesn't suit you," Neji smirked and Sasuke had to literally grip the wall to stop himself from leaping onto the Hyuuga and beating him to a pulp. "You simply took too long to claim him. It's my turn to gain his affections now," At this moment, he locked eyes with Sasuke and his smirk grew ten-fold. "And I'll show you how to do it right, Uchiha."

With that, and a flip of brown hair, Neji was gone.

Sasuke punched the wall. Hard.

Sasuke had reached his quota of patience for the day.

Standing outside of Kakashi's room for the last 20 minutes had been excruciating. He had even been late himself, but that still didn't cut down the waiting time.

He had grown fairly used to the fact that Kakashi was not exactly punctual. Far from it, actually. His personal psychologist was the very definition of 'late'. Not that Sasuke really cared, because the more late he was, the shorter the therapy sessions.

It was a bonus.

Not today, though. He growled as he paced outside of room 1B, clenching and unclenching his fists. He needed to vent: badly. The bad thing was, he only really knew one way how...

'Fuck this,' he thought before crashing down the hall and arriving abruptly outside of his and Naruto's room. Almost clumsily, he made his way to his draws and pulled the top one open with a strong pull. The draw came out of the chest with that pull and, with it, all of his jeans fell to the floor in a heap.

Hurriedly, he sorted through the clothes until his hands found the pair of jeans he was looking for. He wrenched the clothing upward, bringing them to his bed with him. Reaching into the back pocket, he felt around hopefully.

His heart soared when he felt the cold bite of a blade beneath his fingertips. He had kept the broken razor blade in that pair of jeans for a long while, and was surprised that Itachi (being the genius that he was) hadn't found it.

Slowly, but with new resolve, Sasuke pulled the blade from his jeans before throwing the denim away and onto the floor. He sat there for God-knows-how-long, just staring as his miniscule reflection in the shiny blade he held in his hands.

It was such a delicate thing. With the right amount of pressure applied at each end, the thing would certainly just snap in half. Sasuke saw his eyes reflected back at him through the shine of steel, blinking when he blinked and an emotion that the raven couldn't quite place swirling within them.

He pushed back his sleeve and held the blade to his skin, relishing in the feel of the blade biting into him. Air passed his lips as he let out a contented sigh, his heart rate increasing from the adrenaline. Sasuke dragged the blade across his wrist, watching as the crimson blood bloomed underneath it.

Sasuke felt his knees becoming weak and he collapsed with dignity onto his bed. He was grabbing his arm tightly, sending more blood to the wound on his wrist. It pooled at the edges of the clean slit before dripping down his pale arms. Where he gripped his arm, his knuckles were growing white.

He felt himself shudder as a pleasurable euphoria washed over him. Sasuke bit his lip hard and tightened his grip on his arm. He could tell that where he was gripping himself, there would be bruises; but he didn't even care anymore.

It wasn't enough.

He took the blade to himself again, slicing through his skin with ease and grace. Blood was such a beautiful thing, in his eyes. The image of crimson against porcelain skin was etched deep into his mind: a picture of magnificence and pure beauty. The pain associated made him feel so alive and real.

God, he'd missed this feeling.

When he saw the corners of his vision becoming blurry, he could tell he might have taken it a little bit too far. There were several long gashes on his arm, each one pouring blood onto pristine white bed sheets. This feeling was new entirely. Normally, he would just bask in the pleasure-filled glory and then wash the wounds and sleep soundly; but he could feel his consciousness slipping. Instead of the intense pleasure he would normally feel, his arm felt itchy and raw...

Part of him was panicking, trying to clasp bed sheets over his arm and stop the blood, but another part of him was telling him to wait, and the pleasure would come in a minute.

In the end, Sasuke couldn't sum up the energy to even move. He sat there on his bed, staring, horrified, at his arm; unable to think about anything else.

It was at this point that the door opened. There was a pregnant pause where Sasuke tried to identify the person that had come into the room. Unfortunately, he couldn't focus his eyes.

"What, in God's name, do you think you're doing, Uchiha?"

Not a lot of things make me confused; but the way Neji was acting with Naruto this morning definitely threw me.

I suppose one could say that I was the jealous type; but all I knew was that when I saw Neji's hand on Naruto's waist, I was so angry. I just wanted to pick that stupid blonde up and throw him out of the window. Which, might I add, is just wrong because Naruto is one of the nicest people I know.

It was an idiotic emotion to feel: jealousy. I decided that I certainly hated it. It was a hindrance and made people weak.

Still, I was curious as to what Neji's motives were. As far as I knew, Neji held no attraction towards anyone but himself. If he was capable of love, then that made things much easier for me; but if he was in love with Naruto...?

It didn't make sense to me; Naruto was far from Neji's type. However, I knew I wanted to get to the bottom of this whole situation.

When I saw Neji, alone, in the hallway, I decided now was my chance.

"Hyuuga," I said in my monotonous voice "I need to speak with you," I didn't pose a question: that would give him a way out of it.

"Oh yes, Subaku?" Neji asked, quirking his eyebrow up along with the corner of his lips. I loved Neji's smirk. I wanted to kiss it.

"Yes," I said, hoping my voice didn't convey any of the emotions I held inside. "About Naruto,"

At this, Neji's smirk fell and he looked away.

"It's none of your business," Neji mumbled and tried to walk away. I wouldn't let him off that easy.

"If it concerns Naruto, it's my business," I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to face me. He shrugged my hand away, so I pushed him against the wall and held him there. Even though I'm not the largest of people, I was still quite strong. He was finding it difficult to get away.

"Get off me, Subaku," He growled lowly. I didn't like angering him, but I could really see no other way of finding out the truth. So I could help Naruto and made the blonde smile. Naruto's smile made everything better, after all.

"No," I said simply. No one can argue with that "I want to know what your intentions are. If you plan on hurting Naruto, I can't say that there will be a happily-ever-after for you, Hyuuga," My voice was cold and unemotional, but level and calm. He knew that I would be able to go through with the insinuated threat.

"I said get off me, Subaku," Neji's voice was dangerously low and the snarl added on at the end made me let go. He brushed himself off, which made me feel quite angry, like he thought I was dirty or something "I don't want to hurt Naruto; I want him to be happy. Now leave me alone," With that, Neji flipped his hair over his shoulder and stormed away.

It seemed that, since the arrival of a certain Uchiha, life at K.A.M.S was just getting more and more interesting...

So sorry for angst and shortness of this chapter! I honestly tried, but the horrible Writers Block demon was rearing its ugly head at me and I also had a bunch of other stuff I needed to do...and I feel that, for the next few months, I'm going to have to start uploading once a week rather than twice.
*dodges rotten fruit being thrown*
I'm so sorry! But it's either one 4,000 word + chapter a week or two 2,000 word + chapters a week. I'll let you reviewers decide! Leave a review stating which you'd prefer and then I'll go with a majority vote.
How democratic of me!