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So, third period history class was pretty much a warzone.

A very imbecilic, one-sided, warzone, all thanks to a single testosterone filled brunet who could singlehandedly put to shame any and all idiots who had graced the planet earth before him.

Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad, but Sasuke didn't like him. That much was for sure.

Ever since class had started (five minutes ago) and even before that, 'Kiba'—Sasuke was quite proud of himself for remembering his name, considering the mutt was nothing but a belligerent fool—had spent every waking moment giving Sasuke his 'I'm-constipated-aren't-you-intimidated?' look. Sasuke had long since perfected the art of ignoring those of lesser importance (i.e. everyone), but after five minutes and twenty-nine seconds of it straight, it was starting to get annoying.

He did not need Naruto's little buddy watching his every move. Especially when Naruto himself was sitting beside next to the brunet and Sasuke was busy trying to watch him. This was proving to be a difficult task due to a certain mutt's damn oversized head that kept getting in the way! Not to mention Naruto was busy ignoring his him and his existence as a whole.

This day was not shaping up to be a good one for the Uchiha, and it was only 9:20.

Fucktarded brunet, blonde who obviously wanted Sasuke back in his life (he just didn't know it yet), and of course the freakin' redhead who was the reason for his nose swelling up to the size of a golf ball. Thank god for Neji, who had seen him bloodied-up as he headed off to find the bath room and aided in making the swelling go down with ice and some medical concoction. Sasuke didn't really know what it was—it could've been crack for all he cared, as long as it fixed his face.

Not to mention his roommate was a dick who hadn't woken him up this morning, leaving him to scramble to get ready when his alarm clock decided it was going to malfunction and not go off. Naturally, he had gathered himself with classic Uchiha composure by the time he walked out of his dorm, but the guy could've at least helped him a bit (Not that Sasuke would necessarily accept it, but he could've offered).

In truth, Sasuke had gotten but a glimpse of the teen that was his supposed roommate. By the time he had gotten his nose cleaned up by Neji in the bath room, and double-checked by the nurse in the infirmary, all he wanted to do was go and pass out in his bed. But, of fucking course, he had no idea where the hell his bed was, forcing him to go track down the other crazy redhead –and nearly gagged when he found Itachi trying to all but dry hump the other man.

Seriously, he choked back a bit of vomit.

He'd arrived at his dorm, roommate nowhere in sight, and quickly unpacked his things into the proper drawers before collapsing into bed. He had been too exhausted to even brood over how small the dorm rooms were for two people, or the fact that he was actually expected to coexist with someone else in the same room over the course of the entire year.

In the morning, he had woken up just in time to see a glimpse of long hair flowing behind a slim body before the door to their dorm slammed shut and he had an 'oh shit' moment.

And it was his mistake to think it would be possible for him to make it to class without a ravenous mass of girls on his trail.

Sasuke hated his life.

"Kiba, I don't know what on earth you're staring at, but I advise you to pay attention, as I am currently going over some things that will be very important to you this year," Iruka said in an irate tone, though not unkind.

Yeah. The teacher of their class just happened to be Naruto's legal guardian. Fucking hell. It was just his luck. Maybe he had done something to miss off some all-knowing deity. Whatever it was, he hoped the prick hidden the sky would get over it soon.

Perhaps they weren't too pissed off, however, because Iruka didn't seem to be glaring daggers or brewing thoughts of failing the youngest Uchiha. Countless times when they were younger, Sasuke had gone over to Naruto's house and had been greeted by the man, and looking at him now he hadn't change the slightest bit in appearance. He still pulled his brown hair back into a spikey pony tail, had the familiar scar across the bridge of his nose, and greeted people with a kind smile and warm chocolate eyes. By nature, Iruka was a benevolent, altruistic man. But everyone who knew Naruto knew that Iruka had the ability to turn into a ruthless, blood-hungry mother hen in an instant.

And it was scary as fuck.

So far, however, things seemed to be going good. And Sasuke had his genitals still intact. That was always a good thing.

The young Uchiha suspected that Naruto hadn't told his guardian in the first place. For one: Iruka wasn't about to stab him (as aforementioned), and two: Naruto wasn't the type to do something like that. In the years that he had known the blonde, Sasuke was quick to discover that Naruto was one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but hardly ever one to share his problems with others. Apparently, the red-headed dorm advisor he had met yesterday (Naruto's supposed cousin, tcch) was an exception to this. Of course, Sasuke had been as well, back when he and Naruto had been on better terms…

Everything could go back to normal if Naruto would just suck it up, quit being a baby, and talk to him, already! Really, it was something that had happened when they were fourteen. Fourteen! Who the hell held a grudge that long? Apparently Naruto did.

Sasuke honestly did not understand why he had his panties in a wad over what had happened (ignoring the mental image of Naruto in a pair of frilly women's underwear, he tried to suppress a shudder. Naruto in frilly underwear? No. Naruto in silky black boxers? Ye—No. No).

The dark-haired teen would admit that he had been stupid—in court of law, sworn under oath, he would never say such a thing—when he had said those things to the idiot before he left. And, on top of that, he had just walked away. Yeah, it had all been a big fucking mistake. But what was to be expected of him? He had been four-fucking-teen. Raging hormones just starting to kick in and all that shit—most of the time his emotions were switching every few hours. Not that anyone ever could tell, his indifferent mask always perfectly in place. But Naruto was one of the few people who had learned to interpret what Sasuke was feeling, even if he didn't brandish it out in the open. That's why he was…

Whatever.

It didn't matter anymore, because Naruto was ignoring him and Sasuke was busy brooding like a little girl because of it.

It had been nearly three years since he'd seen the blonde, yet the moment he walked back into life, Sasuke went to pieces. Complete and utter bullshit.

And in the next ten minutes he was going to walk across the room and punch Kiba if he didn't stop staring at him. Thankfully, Iruka did it for him, thwacking the brunet with a stack of papers nonchalantly as he passed.

Stopping at the front of the room, he turned around and smiled, "Like I was saying, this year we will be going much more in-depth than you have gone before in history. As you are all second-years now, it's to be expected, of course. This isn't going to be like other years, either. There's going to be a lot of self-study involved,"

A collective groan at this.

Iruka laughed, "Oh, come on, it's not that bad. You can always work a partner—it makes things more fun as long as you don't get side-tracked. And there will be quite a few projects this year in which you will be allowed to work with a partner—"

Cheering.

"But I will pick these partners—"

Groaning again.

Quite frankly, Sasuke didn't give a rat's ass.

"If you guys show you can handle it though, and aren't too disruptive," he looked pointedly at Naruto and Kiba, the blonde grinning sheepishly as the other simply looked proud. "Then perhaps I'll let you pick your partners yourselves. But for today we are…"

Drumroll, please.

"Watching a movie,"

It really was a sad thing that a bunch of sixteen and seventeen year olds got excited over this.

-.-.-

Naruto leaned in close to the goop that was heaped onto his plate, eyeing it from all directions. There was the slight fear that it would jump up at any moment and start hissing and attack him, but whatever. Dying was better than having to eat this crap. Gensoka actually had pretty good food most of the time but, of course, he just had to be late to lunch (He blamed his evil math teacher) and by the time he got there, all the food was gone and he was stuck poking at some plastic looking…stuff.

Really, there wasn't anything else to call it.

It was just stuff.

He glanced to his left where Sai was eating his perfectly normal looking lasagna. That didn't look like it was about to start spraying venom out of its pores.

"Hey, Saaaii," he started hopefully, giving the dark-haired teen his best attempt at puppy-dog eyes, ignoring the fact that Kiba had once told him he only looked like he had taken a 'really big shit' when he made that face. Whatever, what did stupid Kiba know, anyway? Clearly, it was working, because Sai glanced down at his food and then back at Naruto knowingly.

Ha! That was true skill, right there. He didn't even have to ask, Sai was just putty in his hands. Take that, Kiba!

But Naruto should've known it was too good to be true when Sai got that smile on his face. And that smile was bad. The last time he had seen that smile was when they were at the pool back in July and Sai had somehow managed to hide Naruto's towel, just as the blonde was getting out of the showers. The damned pervert had been standing around the corner, too, waiting for his chance.

He shuddered at the memory.

Sai leaned forward slightly, his tight-lipped smile widening, "I'll give it to you if you suck my d—"

The dark-haired teen was interrupted by an over-sized fruit being chucked at his head. Across the table, Haku was rolling his eyes.

"Here," the teen said, tossing an un-opened sandwich across the table to an unsuspecting Naruto. "I'm not hungry anyway,"

"Fucking cockblock," Sai muttered his breath as he recovered, straightening up in his chair—which he had previously been knocked out of thanks to fruit travelling at high speeds

"I doubt you've even had sex before," Haku spat, fixing the dark-haired teen with a noncommittal stare.

"Why don't we have a go and you can gauge my experience level?" Sai slid back easily.

Before the more feminine teen could get another word out, however, Naruto had practically launched himself across the table and was busy squeezing the life out of Haku. "Ohmygodthankyousomuch. Iloveyousomuch, —Marryme?"

Haku gave a light laugh as he tried to pry the blonde off of himself and the trio was perfectly unaware of the seething Uchiha across the lunchroom.

"People are going to think you're a stalker if you keep staring like that, Uchiha," Neji commented dryly from beside him as he stirred a spoon idly in the clear broth of his soup. To Sasuke, it just looked like hot water, but he was too busy trying to burn a hole in the back of someone's head to notice.

Everyone always said the Uchiha glare was deadly, so if he stared enough at the blonde, maybe he would spontaneously combust into flames. That would be ideal, because if Naruto refused to talk to Sasuke, there really were very few options left.

"What's been up with you today, anyway?" Neji questioned, dropping his spoon. He tossed Sasuke a curious glance. "You're usually bipolar but, really, today I'd say you've reached PMS'ing levels,"

Sasuke made a mental note to plan the Hyuuga's bloody demise later, but for now, he couldn't spare him even a glance. He was too busy willing Naruto turn around.

Neji let out an uncharacteristic sigh, "Why don't you go talk to him,"

The Uchiha looked at Neji through the corner of his eye, "What?"

"Go talk to Naruto, it's not that big of deal," he continued, inspecting his nails. "You two were friends before, I don't think that much has changed over a few years,"

Of course the Hyuuga didn't get it. It's not like Sasuke had gone crying to someone about what had happened. Hell, he hardly knew what happened.

"Hn," Sasuke grunted, already turning his attention back to the blonde.

"Really, what has be—Where are you going?" Neji asked, interrupting himself when Sasuke stood suddenly. His was met with silence, however, as Sasuke was already stalking across the lunch room, toward the blonde's table. Neji sighed, once more. Damn Uchihas.

Sasuke was putting an end to this now. No more Naruto ignoring him (one day had been enough) and no more elusive words and automatically assuming that he should know why the blonde was so pissed off.

This ended here.

"Naruto," the Uchiha hissed, slamming his hand down on the blonde's table. Said blonde looked to him slowly, blue eyes narrowed.

"What the fuck do you want, Uchiha? I thought I made it clear I don't want to talk to you,"

"Too bad," Sasuke gritted out, grabbing the blonde by his wrist. "You're going to,"

A/N: I really don't like this chapter, at all, but I hope it was good enough for you guys.
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