"Ummm…Sasuke? Are you okay?" The question almost didn't reach Sasuke's ears. Well, considering the source. Sasuke stared at the timid girl standing halfway across the room. Hinata had her script up in front of her face. The two were alone in one of the many rooms of the Amonha College theater, rehearsing. Sasuke rubbed his face in an irritated fashion.
"I'm fine, sorry. Back to the beginning." he said. He had been completely spacing off all afternoon. Sasuke hadn't really expected Hinata of all people to notice.
Hinata just stood there, motionless, only her wide eyes visible over the top of her script.
Sasuke tried a different approach. He forcefully (very forcefully) smiled at her what he thought was a friendly smile. On the receiving end, it was more creepy and possibly even a little maniacal. "It's okay, start over." he said.
Hinata almost peed her pants. Probably. At least Sasuke thought maybe her legs were shaking.
"You s-s-s…sm…." She appeared to be frightened that he smiled. Um…plan C.
"I SAID START OVER!" he yelled at her.
Hinata started spilling her lines faster than the speed of light, in the most high pitched, frightened voice one could conjure.
"Nevermind." he said, tossing his script on the ground and picking up his backpack. He left the room silently.
Sasuke traipsed through the big theater, almost directly through the scene that was being rehearsed there. All the other actors stopped and stared at him. The professor stood up from his seat in the audience.
"Uchiha! Where do you think you're going?" The large, white haired director called across the stage.
"Home." Sasuke said bluntly.
"You can't just walk out, Uchiha!" he protested.
"Watch me." Sasuke called back before he was out the door.
SLAM! Man, the doors in dorm 417 had sure taken a beating over the past few days. Granted, they did get slammed a lot by either of the boys a few times a week, but Sasuke was sure laying it on lately. Surely if any of them could talk, they'd positively scream "Geeze! Take some paxil you angst vampire!"
The bare, nasty truth was this; Naruto had been gone for three days. Sasuke himself couldn't decide which more he was pissed about. The fact that Naruto hadn't returned, or told him where he was, or the fact that no one else seemed to care that the blonde had gone missing.
There were expected calls from teachers, the Dean (who liked to keep tabs on Naruto since Iruka had gone), Sasuke's drama professor who had seemed to take a liking to the kid. Sasuke even suspected maybe the weird art teacher with the eye patch might check up on him, they went out and had coffee sometimes. Only Hinata had seemed to notice anything out of the sorts, and that was only within Sasuke's own attitude.
Normally Sasuke wouldn't even care if Naruto had left for a few days. It was a pretty normal habit of his after all. But every time he saw that note lying on the kitchen table, Sasuke's twitch syndrome kicked in and he couldn't concentrate for several hours.
It came down to two questions:
Where the hell is Naruto? And what the hell is wrong with me?
The raven-haired boy dwelled on these two problems, unnoticeably for several hours in the dim light of his bedroom.
The vibration of his cell phone alerted him like an alarm. Sasuke pulled it out of his pocket. A little envelope flashed on the front. Text message.
He flipped it open in almost discontent.
"I'm doing it on the roof. Want to come watch?"
Sasuke almost threw the phone like it was festering with slime. "What kind of sick-"
DUH.
He checked the sender. The missing roommate, of course. Trust Naruto to accidentally make a horrible innuendo when he meant something serious. Sasuke stared intently at the little blue screen and its black, blocky words.
Was Naruto really going to jump off the roof? No way. NO WAY.