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Freshmen Chronicles	By : afficek7 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14

“Well, what did you get? Did you get a 4?” I ask as I look over Sasuke’s shoulder in an attempt to view his final grades, but can’t see past his damn hair. I don’t know why he puts so much product in it. I guess Edward Scissorhands is more popular in Japan than I thought.

“No, I got three A’s and three A minuses,” he says after pushing my face away from his screen. I laugh at his irritation for a minute, but then I process what he said.

“Are you going to take those classes over,” I ask, slightly in disbelieve. He just looks at me and smiles slightly, while shaking his head.

“No,” he replies casually, and I can’t help but to notice the change in him. He looks happier than I’ve ever seen him, and apparently, Itachi too, based on how he just stares at Sasuke in awe whenever they meet. I can’t shake the feeling that Itachi lives through Sasuke in way. They’ve both made sacrifices in their childhood, but Itachi lost the most with him not being able to express his emotions clearly. What a hell of a life.

“Can you believe this year is just about over?” I ask after reflecting on everything that happened. I remember when I first walked into this room and now Deidara’s graduating after making up some classes this summer, Sasuke is leaving on a flight to Japan later today, and I’m being officially kicked out of the dorms tomorrow. Wow!

“It seemed so lrong, but now that it’s ober…” Sasuke replies, letting the sentence hang. He doesn’t have to finish it; I feel the same way.

“Dude, I fucking hated you,” I say while laughing about it. Sasuke finds it even funnier.

“The feelrin was mutualru,” he replies with a devious look on his face, and I don’t even want to know what he’s thinking about, because I did everything to him. I used his toothbrush to clean the mini-fridge, I hid pens in his clothes so that they could washed and ruined, I accidentally spilled juice on his bookbag… man, you name it, I did it.

“It’s going to be strange libing in Japan again. My Engrish is going to suck when I come back here,” Sasuke announces, and I burst out laughing with my hands held out in the typical why pose.

“Wha? You mean more than it already does?” I ask through the laughter, and don’t even bother to block when Sasuke hits me upside the head.

“Fuck. You. How’s that Engrish for you? Did you understand that?” He replies quickly, and it just causes me to laugh more. He then elbows me, and I almost fall off his bed, but I keep laughing.

“You two are fighting to the end, I see,” Ino says as she walks in. Within seconds, Sasuke is standing by the door beside her, and I’m left on the bed by myself. I’m cool with it. In fact, I would be a little concerned if a man chooses to stay seated with me and his woman is standing a few feet away, especially if they’re going to be separated for months on end.

“Don’t forget that I’m still sitting over here, damn it,” I warn before they start talking. They have a bad habit of acting as if no one else is around when they’re together, and will not think twice about making out in front of you. It’s to the point where Deidara refuses to hang around both of them at the same time.

It’s strange to think about, but they wouldn’t be anywhere near where they are now, if they had not been forced to spend spring break together. Believe me, the two-week interval between their break up and Miami was unbearable for everybody, because Sasuke avoided Ino at all costs, and wouldn’t meet her gaze when she was around, and Ino tended to act like he didn’t exist, even though you could clearly see that she was hurt when she thought that no one was looking. It was just a tense and awkward atmosphere to be in, which only got worse in Miami.

At first, they stayed away from each other, but then Ino started flirting with every guy she saw to piss Sasuke off, only to get pissed off herself when he acted as if he didn’t care. So, of course she had to take it a step further, and make out with a dude right in front of him, which caused him to leave altogether. That night ended with Ino getting shitfaced and crying, Sakura on vomit duty, Shikamaru trying to talk Sakura out of murdering Sasuke, and me just wishing that it would end. It didn’t get any better when I returned to a trashed room, and had to pay three hundred dollars in damages. Where were Deidara and Kiba in all of this? Off fucking girls, quite loudly, considering I could clearly hear what was going on when I walked by their rooms even though their doors were closed.

The next day we were slated to leave, so I pulled Sasuke aside and told him to talk to her. I remember that conversation quite clearly.

“Alright, dude, this shit is ridiculous. Neither one of you are happy, and it’s sucking the life out of everybody. Fucking man up, and go talk to her,” I say in exasperation. Now, Sasuke isn’t even looking me in my face, and I know that if something isn’t done soon, the situation is only going to deteriorate further.

“Do you really want me around your sister?” Sasuke asks self-deprecatingly with a slight laugh, but the look on my face remains serious.

“Do you care about my sister?” I rebut with a question, and get no response. So, I ask it again. Once more, Sasuke doesn’t respond, but he finally meets my gaze, and I can see straight through him.

“Go talk to her, man,” I finally say after several quiet seconds. Sasuke is hesitant, but minutes later, I see him pulling Ino aside.

He told her everything, and I mean everything. She knows even more about the situation than I do, and I was directly involved. On top of that, he told her damn near every detail of his life that he could recall which is a hell of lot more than I know or even want to know. That marathon conversation started three hours before we left the hotel, continued through texts all the way back, and finished at our dorm. I was seriously wondering if Sasuke’s vocal chords would have stretch marks on them, because that was probably the most talking that he has done in his entire life. But, I guess it was worth it, because she did take him back. Though she also slapped him with the three-month rule, so he’s either going to spend lots of time rubbing some out, or he’s going to be rocking smurf balls until summer starts.

“Are you really going to be gone until school starts back up?” Ino asks dejectedly, and you can see her displeasure quite clearly. Sasuke doesn’t look happy either, but he still nods yes.

“I’era be back to bisit for a few days in Julry,” he replies after a moment with a hopeful look on his face, but Ino continues staring at the floor. Once he sees that Ino isn’t perking up, his face falls, too.

“I hab to take care of my dad,” he finally says in sadness, and even though it is only two days before May, the room goes cold. You see, after Itachi removed Fugaku as president, he tried to attack Itachi, and was escorted off the Uchiha Corp premises. Once he arrived back at his house, he had a nervous breakout, and tried to commit suicide. He took every pill that Mikoto owned, and she found him hours later on the bathroom floor, unconscious. After his stomach was pumped, they did a psychiatric evaluation and deemed him clinically insane. He was committed upon his hospital release, and has been living in an asylum ever since. The first two weeks he spent fighting, but now he has completely shut down. He does not talk even when he’s being spoken to, and spends most of his time gazing out of the window. Itachi refuses to see him, and Mikoto only breaks down in his presence, so Sasuke is truly the only one left.

“Do you think he’ll speak to you this time?” Ino asks softly while trying to meet Sasuke’s gaze, but now he’s staring at the floor.

“No, but I hab to try,” he says quietly after giving a full body shrug. Even though I’m all the way over here on this bed, I can see through his eyes that he’s not here anymore. Ino senses it too, so she learns forward and rests her forehead against his. Instantly, his eyes close, and you can tell that the contact keeps him anchored while he’s sorting through his thoughts.

Sasuke has been flying back and forth to Japan every weekend since Fugaku’s breakdown, but no matter how often he visits him or what he says, Fugaku doesn’t respond. He’s just the visage of total blankness, and to be honest, though I will never say it to Sasuke, I don’t think there’s any saving him. He died the minute he walked into that house and saw those bodies, but the desire to raise his family’s name kept him animated, and one step above complete insanity. Now, that the control of his goal has been stripped from him, the darkness has caught up. I’ve never liked Fugaku, but it still makes me sad. Sasuke recently showed me a picture of Fugaku and Mikoto’s family that was kept hidden away. Everybody was laughing and seemed so carefree that it scared me. It reminded me so much of my family that I couldn’t sleep any that night or the next. I can’t help but to wonder if Fugaku and I are one tragedy removed from being the same person.

“I’ll be waiting for you when you come back, and you better come back. If you don’t, I’ll be on the first plane to Japan to drag your ass back here,” Ino says after a tense moment of silence and after Sasuke fully returns from his thoughts. Somehow, he comment causes Sasuke to laugh even though he’s clearly worried about his dad, and once again, his forces morphs in a way that makes him look much younger than an 18 almost 19-year-old guy. For a long time, I thought that I was going crazy, but Ino mentioned him looking creepily younger than normal at times, too. Of course, this was said in front of Sakura, who had to comment on how weird it be if it happened while Ino and Sasuke were fucking. I really didn’t enjoy that image, and Ino didn’t appear to, either.

“Why not sabe a trip, and come with me now? It would be fun. You can alrso meet my mom. She’s been asking about you,” Sasuke informs, but Ino shakes her head no. I already talked to her about this, and her reasoning was that she didn’t want to be a distraction and that Sasuke and his family needed to work on themselves before she comes barging in, her word, not mine. She told Sasuke the same thing, but he continues to ask her to come with him. I know that a part of him probably truly wants her there, but I also think that he’s just afraid to face all of this on his own, and I don’t fault him for it. No 18-year-old should have this much responsibility.

“I guess I’era see you when I get back,” Sasuke says after being refused for the umpteenth time. I can see that Ino wants to change her mind. Don’t do it, sis. You know that this is for the best.

“Yeah, I’ll be here,” she says after a moment, and I let out the breath I was holding. She then helps him carry out a few of his bags. I could get up to help, but I let them have this moment together. They won’t see each other for two months, and then after a few days together, it will be another two months. Naw, I’ll let them have this time to themselves. Besides, I do NOT want them making out in front of me.

“Well, he’s off. Deidara is dropping him off at the airport now,” Ino says after Sasuke’s portion of the room is clear, and it’s just me and my things. Besides a nod, I don’t reply, because I honestly don’t think I am expected to. My hunch is confirmed when she sits next to me on the now bare bottom bunk and smiles slightly. Yup, she was totally talking to herself.

“Naruto, do you think Sasuke’s the one?” She asks after a long pause, and the question surprises me so much that I turn to look at her.

“You’re trying to become an Uchiha?” I ask in slight jest and slight seriousness. Immediately, Ino’s face scrunches up.

“Yeah, right! I was asking if you think he’d make a good Yamanaka someday. Pfft, Uchiha!” She replies, and I can’t help but to laugh at the thought. I then remember Sasuke interacting with our family during Thanksgiving break, and can’t help but to smile.

“Maybe, his family is fucked up enough to fit right in with ours,” I state, and Ino laughs as she bumps into my side. We’re silent for a few more moments, but then she stands up, and does a full feline stretch.

“Well, I’m off. Let me know if you need any help,” she says, and I nod, before she heads out. I still have more packing to do, but I don’t budge. I’m in awe that I have completed my freshman year. So many things happened that I truly thought were going to break me, but I survived. For so long, I thought the word freshman simply meant first year. Now, I realize that the word freshman marks a time where you think you know so much, but in reality, you don’t know shit. So, though I have finished my freshman year of college, I still feel like a freshman in life, and that worries me. Oh well, I’ve been making an ass out of myself all of this time, I might as well continue to do so. But, know that I will be raising hell all along the way.
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