Title: Ja Ne

Chapter: Dorm Advisors

Author: Hallucinating Skys (formerly known as Pocky Bandiit)

Warnings: BoyxBoy, Language, un-betad

A/N: It's been a while, but i'm not dead. It's a miracle, yeah? POLL up on my profile go and VOTE after you R&R. 'What shall i write next?'

I had fun writing this bit of ItaKyuu

Enjoy (:

Kyuubi searched the dorm commons slightly frantic as he looked for the student documents. They should've been on the studying carousel beside the window where he had left them after he had finished with the first batch of Konoha students. Or at least he had thought he left them there…no no no, they were definitely there. He had put them down, then went over to the vending machines to get a soda(which ended up spilling all over the place when he opened it up) and when he came back the stack of papers were gone.

He wasn't like his little cousin who lost something a moment after he put it down or went on a psychotic rampage looking for something, which ended up being in his hand in the end. (Kyuubi checked but only saw two empty, slightly tanned hands).

No, Kyuubi didn't lose things! Someone must've stolen them…but who the hell would steal student documents? Unless of course they wanted to sneak into the student's dorms and rape them in the middle of the night. Come to think of it, the Vice Principal of Konoha seemed pretty suspicious…. He turned on his heel to search the rest of the commons before he would go storm the office of the pedophilic teacher of Konoha—he needed those papers, damnit, he didn't want to have to deal with a bunch of bitching sexually frustrated teenagers—but was stopped by a petite dark-haired woman who stood before him.

She was obviously stressed, her brow slightly durrowed and her hand tapping agitatedly at her side, but still managed to smile up at Kyuubi. He smiled back, feeling her pain to the fullest. He had to wake up early in the morning to prepare for the bunch of new kids moving into the dorm, had to deal with the kids all morning, and had to show each and everyone one of them to their room. On top of that, he had no help, whatsoever. The two other dorm advisors had managed to get sick with the flu and left all of the work to him with a big 'screw you, buddy'. And that's why the hint of 'ginger' in their chicken soup was actually laxatives. Yeah, what now, bitch?

"Kyuubi-kun, I have someone I want you to meet," Oh god. Please no more Mergers. He already had a room full of them and he was going to suffocate from the amount of hormones packed into one room. "This is Uchiha Itachi, he's from Konoha, and the new dorm advisor until Hiro-san and Kenta-san get better,"

She stepped to the side to reveal the man behind her—well not that she was really blocking any view of him in the first place, really, since she was only three quarters his height. He was about five inches taller than Kyuubi, and had smooth pale skin-Like marble. Set into the metamorphic rock was two, sealed black orbs that held no emotion, a perfectly curved nose, and thin lips. He had short thin bangs that framed his face with a few loose pieces falling into his eyes, and long raven hair that was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, the ends brushing against the middle of his broad back. He wore a black shirt that stood stark against his pale skin and was just tight enough to show off the outline of the fit body underneath, paired with dark jeans that elongated his already long legs, and basic sneakers. The outfit was anything if not simple, but this guy made it look like each and every piece had been personally selected by some high-end designer in Paris. Kyuubi had long since admitted to himself that he was gay but…damn, even if he wasstraight, he would be doubting his sexuality after he saw the man before him.

"Uchiha-san, this is Namikaze Kyuubi, he'll show you how things run around here and—" Shizune stopped midsentence as a high pitched, cheery melody—that vaguely sounded like the opening to a familiar anime—blasted from her pocket. Her cheeks turned bright red and she pulled out the small phone, stabbing randomly at the buttons to get the music to stop. In the end, she merely pressed the talk button and held the speaker to her ear. After a few silent moments—in which Shizune's eyes got particularly wide and both Itachi and Kyuubi could here the distinct drunk rambling of the Gensoka principle—she said a quick 'Yes I understand. I'll be there as soon as possible' as if she was working for the FBI—she might as well be; couldn't be any harder than her current employer. She gave Kyuubi an apologetic look, "Sorry, Kyuubi-kun, I have to go take care of something. Hopefully you two will be able to handle everything,"

"Yeah, we'll be fine, Shizune-san. Go ahead," Kyuubi said, waving her off gently. With a quick bow she quickly hurried out of the commons and off to whatever crazy job Tsunade had sent her on.

Kyuubi watched until she disappeared around the corner then went back to looking for the MIA documents, completely ignoring the dark-haired man. It wasn't intentional or anything, he didn't have anything against him, he was just to busy to try and show some newbie the ropes—being dorm advisor was harder than it seemed. He would've forgotten bout the man's existence all together if not for the constant shadow that followed him wherever he went. And no it wasn't his own. He wasn't that stupid. This shadow was longer, more fluid, and moved silently.

Kyuubi whipped around—if not the slightest bit paranoid due to one to many horror movies—and knocked straight into Itachi. "Whoa, s-sorry," he stuttered, flustered, though it wasn't his fault in this least. Why was this guy standing so damn close? He started to pull away but a firm grip just above each of his elbows kept him in place. He looked up quizically and his gaze was met with two smoldering dark eyes and what he presumed to be a smirk, though he couldn't be sure since the lips were only upturned the very slightest bit. Kyuubi raised an eyebrow.

"You're pretty daring Kyuubi-kun," He drawled in smooth voice.

"What?"

"Just throwing yourself on me like that,"

Kyuubi felt a hand slowly moving down from his arm to his side. "No. Not really."

"Really, now? Then why are we in this position?" Itachi inquired. The hand was still moving.

"You're kind of holding onto me."

"Am I now?"

No dumb fuck you aren't! What the hell do you think? Kyuubi opened his mouth to retort when the hand stopped...The hell?

What the fuck? OH HELL NO. What was this guy? He'd followed him around the commons nearly on top of him, then caught him in some type of iron grip, and then dared to grab his ass! This guy must've been on meds. That had to be it. Or really, horribly stupid. Kyuubi didn't care how god damned good looking he was, nobody touched his ass!

"Hm? Something wrong Kyuubi-kun?" he asked as he looked down at the steaming man in his embrace.

Kyuubi took deep breaths. Very deep breaths. He wouldn't punch him. He wouldn't kick him. He wouldn't beat his ass then throw him in a landfill. And he wouldn't take out his switchblade and cut this motherfucker right here right now. No he would handle this in a very civilized way. "Listen here, bitch fuck, touch my ass again and I will fucking castrate you. Understand?"

"You want to get into my pants that bad?"

Kyuubi opened his mouth, outraged, but nothing came out. He merely froze; his eyes narrowed and slightly crinkled at the edges, his mouth formed in a small 'O' and his fists shaking with a restrained burn to punch this motherfucker—it would be such a waste of a good face, but he could make an exception for this guy. And of course there was still a hand firmly mounted on his ass. So Kyuubi did the only sensible thing: he shoved the guy away with a frustrated grunt and stormed off to the other side of the commons like a girl, all the while muttering very unladylike profanities under his breath.

Itachi smirked as Kyuubi began ordering around the new students and, of course, he did the only sensible thing. He followed him.

Naruto flounced down the hall happily, pushing past the few people that were in his way as he firmly gripped the pale hand in his own and dragged the other teen behind him. The eyes of other students followed them questioningly, but none said anything—it wasNaruto, after all, the same kid who had shown up in a skirt that morning and done a lot worse the previous years. All of the Gensoka students were used to it. They had to be by now.

"Naruto…" The teen said as he stumbled behind the blonde. "Where are we going?"

"I want cha to meet someone!"

"Could you…slowdown?"

"Ah!" Naruto stopped suddenly, causing the two of them to collide painfully. "G-Gomen," He smiled apologetically at Neji as he helped the teen up. The brunet smiled gently and brushed himself off, "It's fine."

Naruto grinned and started down the hall once more, this time much calmer.

Still, he could hardly keep the bounce out of his step—not matter how lame it sounded. He'd been surprised to find a familiar face when he entered his dorm room. He had expected someone he might mutually know—considering Konoha High was an escalator school, he had known mostly everybody, though he hadn't been on the best terms with some of them—but he didn't expect him. No not that him, a different 'him'…ya know? Long dark brown hair, milky pale skin, and the creamy, strangely pupil-less grey eyes of a well-known prestigious family; Hyuuga Neji. From what it had looked like, he had been putting the last of his things in the dresser when Naruto had launched at him from the doorway and tackled him to the ground. The two had been best friends since the third grade and Neji was the hardest person to leave when Naruto transferred—as far as Naruto was concerned, that other bastard didn't exist. Neji wasn't like Naruto in the least. He came from a wealthy family—even if Naruto did hate a lot of them for the hell they had put Neji through with their 'main house vs. branch house' fight—was smart, excelled in all his studies, and was calm and well mannered majority of the time. He was nice, but not in that suck-up or the 'I'm-just-going-to-go-behind-your-back-and-talk-about-you-after-this' way-he was genuine. If he were ever to get in an argument with someone, he would try to see the rational side of things without charging in head first. Still, he didn't bend to anyone's will, he did what he wanted.

Naruto was happy he didn't get roomed with some 'stuck-up prick'. He had gotten quite the opposite. Though it was funny, because that was exactly what Naruto had thought the Hyuuga to be when they first met. Eventually, when they had actually gotten to know each other, they stopped clawing at one another's throat and actually became friends.

And now, Naruto was dragging Neji off to meet Kyuubi, Naruto's elder cousin. He had been studying abroad since he had been in middle school, and had come back to Japan only two years earlier. He was the blonde's only remaining blood relative, and was more like an older brother to him, if anything. He sure as hell treated him like one, always watching over him from a distance and only getting involved when need be. He always had the blonde's best interest at heart and was one of the most…real people Naruto knew. It sounded cliche, but it was the truth. A lot of people don't know what that means. 'Real'. They say it all the time. "She was just so real, you know?"But they never really knew. Unless they had experienced the fake people Naruto had dealt with majority of his life; people who had shaped his childhood.

"Ah, there he is," Naruto said as his eyes landed on a man who stood out against the rest of the students. He was tall, around 5'11 or so, and was lean with a muscular build. His hair was an orangey-red hue, like the darkest orange merging with the fiery red in a dusk sky, and was dangerously spiked in the front, falling just past his shoulders everywhere else. His features were precise and smooth, covered by flawless ivory skin. His eyes were like that of a fox, sharp and a shimmering gold, fading into crimson near the pupil. He wore ripped jeans and olive green shirt that was covered by a mess of intertwining black designs. He was leaned over the back of one of the commons couches, talking to a freshman who sat there.

"Nice ass, Namikaze,"

Kyuubi, who had been bending over the back of a couch talking to a freshman, spun around to come face to face with Itachi. This time, he was just glad the Uchiha was a good couple of feet away from him.

"I know," Kyuubi said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile. "And if you touch it again, I'll kill you,"

"They're just empty threats," Itachi smirked, waving him off.

Kyuubi rolled his eyes walked across to one of the café tables where he had set the student documents (he had finally found them under a couch—how they ended up there he had no idea). Ever since the first ass groping, Itachi had followed with attempts as many more, along with lewd comments that were paired with him 'accidently' brushing his hand up Kyuubi's thigh or making some other move on him every few moments. And he seemed to only be doing it for his own sadistic pleasure, because every time Kyuubi reacted, he would just smirk. That damned smirk. Kyuubi wanted to smack it off his face. But that was bad karma…but maybe the Buddhists wouldn't mind this one time…

Cool arms wrapped around his waist and a pale chin rested on his shoulder as he was shuffling through the papers. He froze. Once he took several deep breaths, he spoke in a grave voice, "I thought I told you," Kyuubi elbowed the other dorm advisor in the stomach, forcing the pale arms to release him, and turned, a smile upturning his lips, "Not to touch me."

"So cruel, Kyuu-kun," Itachi smirked, showing no visible pain from the blow to the got he was just dealt. The name rolled of his tongue mockingly, and though Kyuubi hated it as it came from the Uchiha's mouth, he couldn't help but think his voice treacherously alluring.

"I'm gonna kill this fucker," Kyuubi muttered, raking a hand through his red locks.

"Kyuubi-nii!"

At the sudden call of his name, the redhead spun around and instantly spotted his cousin across the dorm. He wore an annoyed expression, standing akimbo—and he still had the nerve to say he didn't act/look like a girl?—beside a long-haired brunet.

"Who's that?" Itachi asked.

"My brother," Kyuubi snapped quickly, incase the Uchiha was getting any ideas—they weren't brothers by blood but they damn sure might as well be-Itachi however, had the same impassive mask on, but was calculating behind his dark eyes.

"Yo," Kyuubi said with a half wave as he walked toward the pair, keeping his back to Itachi.

"Shouldn't you be doing work for the dorm or something? You're such a slacker," said Naruto.

"Oi, I am working,"

"Doesn't look like it," The blonde looked past his older brother at the dark-haired dorm advisor.

"That ass won't leave me alone," Kyuubi muttered, a barely noticeable blush creeping into his cheeks. "But who the hell are you to lecture me, Kit? Why'd you come down here, anyway? You need something?"

Naruto ignored him, his gaze still fixed on the other man. "Isn't that Uchiha Itachi?"

"Yeah…What of it?" Kyuubi said, confused at his brother's sudden interest...Then a moment later, it clicked. Uchiha Itachi…Uchiha Sasuke. "That Uchiha? You mean he's thatbastard's brother?" Oh yes, Kyuubi had heard plenty about the infamous Uchiha Sasuke. He'd didn't known any of the details but he knew that the teen had caused his cousin to be distraught for quite a bit of time, and brought up some memories better left buried. "What was it? Sas-gay?"

The brunet chuckled while Naruto looked back at his cousin, slightly startled. He'd forgotten ever telling him about what had happened. But he probably had somewhere along the way, he couldn't keep secrets from Kyuubi. "Y-Yeah…"

"So I guess that whole prick-ish bastard thing runs in the family," the red-head nodded, mostly to himself, as if everything suddenly made sense.

"Hn? Talking about me?" A monotone voice said from behind Kyuubi, along with a tug to his long, fiery red locks.

He whipped around—soon enough he was going to get whiplash—ready to curse out Itachi (because only that ass would dare touch his hair) only to have his teeth crash painfully against the other man's, their lips meeting as well. Kyuubi gasped, ripping back immediately as he covered his mouth. He stared wide-eyed at the other man and willed his cheeks not to turn the same color as his hair—which, of course, didn't work.

"My, my, you courageous, Kyuu-chan," Itachi smirked, encircling the shorter man's waist and resting his chin on his shoulder, the same exact position they had been in earlier. This time, however, Kyuubi was too shocked to do anything about it.

Itachi then shifted his gaze to the other two teens, "Naru. Neji," He knew both boys from some time or another when they had been acquainted with his younger brother.

"Hey…well, uhm, yeah…" Naruto cleared his throat, feeling just the slightest bit awkward. He didn't want to know what kind of relation Itachi had to his cousin—though he already had a pretty good idea judging by that kiss. But if it wasn't confirmed any further, he could save himself from the mental images his hormonal teenage mind would instantly jump to, which would send him into instant turmoil.

"Well, Kyuu, I just came down here so you could meet my friend, who I got roomed with, too," He turned to the brunet beside him. "Neji, this is my brother, Kyuubi. Kyuubi, this is Neji,"

"I didn't know you had a brother," the brunet commented, glancing from Kyuubi to Naruto.

"Well he's actually my cousin, but he lives with me and 'Ruka. He used to study abroad; he came back two years ago,"

"Bunch a assholes at that school, I left," Kyuubi explained, snapping out of his dave and pushing Itachi away.

"You got kicked out," corrected Naruto.

"Same thing,' the redhead shrugged. He then moved his attention to Neji, "And you, keep your hands of Naru, got it?"

"Oi!" The blonde shouted.

"If he comes cryin' to me that you molested him in his sleep, I will find you. I have the key to every dorm and you can't hide,"

"Kyuubi!"

"You act like it's never happened before, remember our little friend Sai? I'm still gonna kill him…But you got that, Neji? Try something and I will—Eep!" Kyuubi exclaimed midsentence due to the fact that his ass had just been grabbed by one Uchiha Itachi. "What the fuck?"

The dark-haired dorm advisor smirked, touching his forehead with Kyuubi's. "Kyuu-kun, you're so cute when you blush," And indeed, his cheeks were pink and were steadily turning an unhealthy shade of red—again.

"Alright, then…we'll leave you with your boyfriend, Kyuu. See ya," Naruto said before quickly grabbing Neji and starting towards the door, away from the pair—ignoring the yelps of 'He's not my boyfriend!' and 'Get the hell away from me, Itachi!'

As the two were about to leave the commons, Naruto stopped, catching the sight of someone familiar out of the corner of his eye. He turned just slightly and his heart froze. Deep onyx eyes, beautifully pale skin, striking jet black hair, and a well-known indifferent mask. Uchiha Sasuke.

It's not Sasuke who is roomed with Naru! Ufufufu! You all got tricked (:

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