He leaned into the white porcelain, his palms placed at both ends of the sink. The soft blues of his eyes came to rest upon his own reflection, and with a grimace he stared back at the person he had become. The change hadn't taken place over night, but simply had accumulated over the years and after their break up he no longer cared about anything, much less his appearance. After they split he allowed the blonde strands of his hair to grow considerably, to the point where it passed his shoulders. And stubble now lay against his once clean shaven face. His roommate, Iruka, often tossed snide comments at the boy, comparing him to a nomad. The older man felt that Naruto should consult a professional, coming to diagnose his friend with clinical depression but he was against the idea of having some stranger pry into his very thoughts. So he continued on with his usual routine, such consisting of lounging about until the evening where he often drank himself to sleep.

He lowered his gaze from the mirror and instead focused on the pills that lied to the side of him. It was Iruka's prescription drug, pills that supposedly would ease his anxiety. Only once had Naruto tested them out himself, and it was after Sakura had left. He had run to the bathroom, blinded by rage, and unscrewed the cap, filling the inside of his palm with all that was left. After he had emptied the bottle of its contents, he jammed the pills into his mouth and forced them down. To his dismay Iruka had arrived just in time, and saved the boy from his own suicide. For a couple weeks after the doctors had placed him on suicide watch, and afterwards he no longer felt the need to take his own, for it seemed like too much work.

He moved from the bathroom to the front room, and glanced about for something to occupy his time. He could watch television, and flip through the channels for something of interest, or he could go through the older man's room, and dig up some sort of dirty little secret. He thought better of it, and began to head towards his own room when a knock sounded against the door. Naruto glanced over at the clock lying against the wall; its arms reading 1:23pm, far too early for Iruka to arrive home. He approached the entryway, and peered from the peephole, staring in disbelief at the man who waited on the other side.

He unlocked the door, and gripped at the cold metal knob, twisting it slightly until a click sounded. Then he tugged it open, and found himself standing directly in front of the Uchiha himself.

Surprise registered upon his face as he stared at Naruto. Never in a thousand year could he ever imagine the blonde to look as he did now. But in a sense he felt a sudden attraction, yet a repulsion towards the boy, and soon regained his composure.

"What brings you around here?" The blonde's voice held no contempt or empathy, only a deep sense of loneliness that Sasuke felt he perfectly understood.

"Is that any way too greet an old friend?"

There was a silence that followed, and the two averted their eyes to something else, in an attempt to distract themselves from the tension that had arisen. Naruto began to fidget about uncomfortably, hooking his thumbs into the fabricated pockets of his denim jeans and Sasuke began to wonder if this had been a good idea. Clearly Naruto hadn't wanted to see him, and he didn't want to humiliate himself any further.

"Maybe I should just go?" The statement itself had arisen in the form of a question, and he found himself looking to the blonde for a form of conformation. If Naruto agreed, he would walk away and never venture down this road again, but if he told the boy differently, Sasuke would stay and try to make amends.

"I just wasn't expecting you to drop by." He answered, feigning a look of utter enjoyment, as if he had waited for this moment his whole life. "Is there something you wanted, needed, anything?"

"I just came to see you."

Naruto tensed at the answer, and his smile soon became strained. His eyes narrowed into a look of disbelief as he stared at his once former friend, "And what can I do for you?" He asked in a tone that felt rehearsed.

It had been a terrible idea to appear unannounced, he knew, but he couldn't simply allow this opportunity to slip from his grasp. He chose his next words carefully, weighing each possible result. "Hang out with me," He tried, "It'll be just like the good old days."

Naruto was skeptical of the whole situation, and as his thin eyebrow rose Sasuke knew he had lost. Naruto let out a long exasperated sigh, and folded his arms against his chest, his once soft blue eyes now burning a hole through the Uchiha.

"I really don't have the time to hang right now. I have things to do."

Sasuke took that as his que to leave, and nodded in a sense of defeat, turning on his heels to leave. Naruto saw him off, and watched his figure walk further into the distance until it vanished altogether, again leaving him by his lonesome. Upon seeing him Naruto felt various types of emotions hit him all at once, those ranging from anger to sorrow and despair. He retreated into the sanctity of his own home, and decided to continue on with his routine a couple hours earlier than it usually began. He hurried to the fridge, and rummaged through its drawers for a can of beer. Upon popping the cap he placed the metal to his lips, and tilted his head back as the liquid ran down his throat, resting in the pit of his stomach, filling the void that was his own. Masking the sense of longing that had emerged shortly after seeing the Uchiha.