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Freshmen Chronicles	By : afficek7 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Thank you RussleKun, I can always depend on your review. I also want to thank maxridelover and cutiepie88 for consistently reviewing. To anyone that has left me a review in the past, thank you, too! As stated before, I'm going to try to bang these out as quickly as possible, so even though I do edit my work, there will likely be more mistakes. If I see them, they will be corrected!
Chapter 8
I can't believe that it's almost Christmas, and that this semester is just about over. I swear it seems like Thanksgiving was just yesterday. As trying as that was, seeing Sasuke go through hell was quite fun. First, Temari's eight-year-old nephew, Gaara, turned the poor bastard into his Mike, and wouldn't go to sleep unless he was practically inside of Sasuke's pajamas. Then, Gaara's older brother, Sasori, nicknamed him "the living doll," and put all sorts of paint and makeup on him whenever he caught him unawares. Oh yeah, then Ino somehow forgotthat he was taking a shower, and saw the dude's whole package. Uncle Inoichi grilled the shit out of him about his father's company, and his intentions with his daughter. My mom deemed him "like family" and decided that it was okay to walk through the house in her underwear. Kuro ripped ass every time he got within two feet of the bastard. My cousin Nagato, his wife, Anko, and all of his piercings came over for a moment. Then, my cousin Yahiko and his brood of seven stopped by. Good times man, good times.
Strangely, though Sasuke seemed a little lost, I got the vibe that he liked the hell my family gave. I was kind of hoping that he would give me an excuse to leave early, but every time I had asked him whether he was ready to go, he would just say that he was fine, and then go back to hell. For the first time since I met him, he seemed happy. Hell, he even slept like he was happy, hugging that damn blanket all the while. I don't get it. I really don't get it. But, me taking him home with me seemed to be a real icebreaker.
I still don't know a hell of a lot about the guy, but I did learn that his father is a self-made millionaire, his parents are still married, and that he has an older brother named Itachi that is severely estranged from the rest of the family. For some reason he was really tight-lipped about him, but from what I could gather, Itachi was greedy and arrogant, put his own goals before his family's, and nearly bankrupted them. Sasuke seemed bent out of shape over it, but it just sounded like father, like son to me. Then again, who am I to judge?
I guess, on some level, I do consider the bastard a friend, which is really weird, because every single friend that I have, I met through or with Ino. This is the first time I made a friend outside of our clique, and Ino is actively trying like hell to change that. I don't know what she saw when she walked in on him, but whatever it was, she liked, because she shamelessly flirts with the dude. Usually, she won't back off until he is visibly distracted and I have to step in and save him. I don't have the heart to tell her that he only takes pure Japanese girls seriously. Sorry, sis!
"Owatta," I hear Sasuke mumble, effectively stopping my Greatest Moments Ever reiteration. He looks beat, and he doesn't even bother to climb into his bed; he just stretches out on the floor.
"Jeez, man, what did they do to you? You didn't run into, Ino, did you?" I joke from my desk, and just barely catch the obscene hand gesture directed at me. I'm tempted to keep going, but I'll cut him some slack today.
"Well, how did it go? I'm using you as a scale to see how I did, so start talking," I say after a minute or so. Fugaku requested that Sasuke's grades be released immediately after each exam, so although I have to wait another week for my final exam grades to post, that bastard gets put out of his misery right away. We don't have any classes together, but if he bombed, I already know that I'm screwed, because he studies three times as much as I do.
"I got an A in Economics, an A- in Engrish, an A- in World History, an A in Calcurus, a B in Philrosophy and a B+ in Business," he rattles off, and I can't help but to cringe at his grades. If I showed those grades to my dad, he would be buying me a new car. But, Fugaku wants a 4.0 and nothing less, and that sure in the hell wasn't it.
"How did you get a B+ in Business Law? You studied like hell for that class. Hell, I thought you over studied for it," I exclaim in shock, and Sasuke's face does a great job of personifying my incredulity.
"He wanted certain keywords in my essay, so eben though I explrained the concepts, I onry got half credit for my answer. That brought my exam grade down to a 71," he explains, before placing his arm over his face in anger and exhaustion. I truly feel for the dude. There's nothing like applying yourself, and still coming up short. Believe me, I know all about it.
"Hey, let's hit the arcade, and then come back here and get shit-faced. If you're going to walk around feeling like shit, you might as well have a good reason for it," I suggest even though I'm a little apprehensive. Besides going to the cafeteria together a few times, we haven't truly hung out together. However, I keep getting a vibe that he knows how to have a good time even though all I ever see him doing is studying or fucking. Wait, that came out wrong.
"I hab to pack. My dad is sending a driber over at 8 in the morning," he replies with minimal energy, ending my thoughts, and making me visibly flinch all at once. You would think I would be used to these incidents after living an entire semester with the guy, but all I can do is shake my head as I walk over to our dorm phone, and press the play button.
"This call is for Uchiha Sasuke. Sasuke, I rescheduled your flight for Friday at noon. There's no need for me to pay top dollar just for you to get here a day earlier. I also cancelled the driver, so you'll have to catch a taxi. I don't like to waste money, so if you wind up failing or quitting school this year, I'd like to know that I kept my costs to a minimum."
With that, the message ends, and Sasuke continues to stare at the machine as though in a trance. I really don't know what to say, so like my mom, I just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
"I saw that there was a missed call earlier, so I just pressed play without thinking," I quickly say in explanation. You see, our answering machine is ghetto. If you press play, it will not stop until every message is finished whether you want it to play them or not. Either way, Sasuke doesn't care much. He just nods his head numbly. Damn it, why am I always a witness to this shit!
"Look, I was going to head out around 10:00am on Friday, but I don't mind dropping you off at the airport, and then leaving a little later. Besides, it fits in great with our plans. We can get hammered today, recover tomorrow, then be ready to go on Friday morning," I say, and a few signs of life emerge on Sasuke's face. He appears to be really contemplating it, so all I can do is stand by. But, he's taking so long to answer that I'm tempted to rescind the offer. It doesn't matter to me much either way.
"Lret's do it," he says abruptly and with resolve, which throws me off for a second. What a minute, what?
"Hell Yeah!"

"I can't belriebe you're eating that. It's a kiro of sugar and oilru," Sasuke says with visible disgust as he looks over at my fried pastry. I follow his gaze and see nothing but perfection. There's drizzled chocolate, powder sugar, warm cherries and of course the fried dough itself. It doesn't get any better than this.
"I don't know what you're talking about, because what you're over there eating is nasty," I say with confusion and similar discuss as I look at his pile of lettuce, tomatoes and anchovies. That's the equivalent of eating shit to me. Besides, if you eat that on a date, you're not getting a kiss, let alone any ass. Ugh!
"You don't know good food. You think boxed cheese and noodles are healthy," he replies as he begins to eat his pile 'o shit dinner. Ugh, better him than me.
"Whatever, dude. Easy Mac is the shit. Look at these guns," I say as I flex and kiss my muscle. I saw some girls looking at the table across the room, so I had to add that in. Sasuke follows my line of sight, then gives me an amused smirk when he turns back around.
"Guns? Those are slring-shots at best," he announces quite loudly, and the trio of babes just have to overhear it and laugh at me. I'm actually quite tempted to kick his ass. What the hell is his problem? He can't get all of the action, damn it!
"You wouldn't stand a chance," he adds on as though he can read my mind. Of course, this leads to an intense stare-off, before we wordlessly head over to the laser-tag section. I have already kicked his ass in every video that we played together, so I guess it's time for me to put him in his place once and for all. Fucking amateurs.

No. Fucking. Way. I don't know what's going on, but he's on some matrix type shit. The first time I tried to shoot him, he flipped backwards, dropped low, and then did a spin before running off. Then, he practically inverted his limbs to avoid the hit on my second attempt. Now, he's running UP the wall. WHAT THE FUCK?
"Oh my God, that dude kicks ass!"
"Did you see what he just did?"
"Cute and athletic, huh?"
"I wish my boyfriend could do that!"
"Do you think he's single?"
Great, just fucking great. Not only has the dude attracted every guy and girl over to our tournament, I'm now going to be known as the shmuck that got his ass handed to him for weeks, if not months to come. I am not coming back to place again. No way!
"Gibe up?" Sasuke asks arrogantly as he lands next to me. I hate to admit defeat, but I'm not going to beat him as I am, and I really don't want even more people witnessing this. Fuck! That's it, I vow on my full name that I am going to learn all of that fancy shit he just pulled, and give him the biggest public beat down of his life.
"You wish I would just give! You're lucky that we still haven't started phase two of the night, or I would spend the next two hours wiping up the floor with you," I say with false confidence, and the crowd is looking between us as though we are hired performers putting on an act. Sasuke doesn't look even slightly convinced, but who gives a shit about him. I'm trying to save my reputation here.
"Tch, moron," he finally says, before walking over to his coat and scarf, the crowd cheering and applauding along the way. I give a grin and a deep bow, before joining him. I'm now feeling quite confident, because I KNOW that the bastard can't out drink me. I do have my mom's and Granny Tsunade's blood after all.

"Ha, you're feeling it already? You've only had three shots," I laugh and tease when Sasuke gets the Asian flush. Almost immediately, he takes another, before looking a little sick. Like I guessed, he may be a "nidan black belt" in karate as he so arrogantly informed me, but no one can out drink a Namikaze, so ha! Oh no, is he gonna hurl? Whew, false alarm!
"Deidara is gonna be so pissed when he sees that we drank all of his whiskey. Hell, Kiba is gonna be pissed that he wasn't invited," I speak offhandedly as I swirl the small corner of liquid remaining in the bottle. It was only a pint, so I'm kind of glad that Kiba didn't know. He can drink his ass off!
"Hmmm, to crack open the six pack, or to not crack open the six pack? That is the question," I say as I lay on my back, and stare at the ceiling. I've already had six shots, so do I really want to add a few beers on top of it? Hmmm…
"To crack," Sasuke says as he removes his shirt, and just like that, the decision is made. With great laziness, I grab two cans out of my mini-fridge, hand Sasuke to one, and then sit on the floor with my back resting against the frame of the bottom bunk. It takes too much effort to support all of my weight, so I'm letting the bed assist me. I'm content with sitting here for the rest of the night, and I think that it shows with me letting the silence mount.
"I'm rearry not lrooking forward to this," Sasuke finally speaks as he rests the cold can against his head. I'm not quite sure what he's referring to, so I just sit back and wait for him to elaborate. It doesn't happen, and I don't press the issue.
"Why the fuck is the heat set to hell now after they froze us for nearly half of the semester? Are they trying to show us what we could have had?" I say after several minutes, and Sasuke groans in agreement. With the 80-degree room and heavy liquor, his skin is starting to resemble a boiling lobster. I'm almost certain that he would be naked, if I wasn't in here, and I can't say that I blame him. Hell, if it goes up one more degree, I'm going to get naked whether he's here or not.
"Parents willru be here tomorrow and Friday. They don't want them to know our libing conditions," Sasuke replies as he stretches out on his stomach, drawing my attention to his back. A few months ago, I noticed that he had a bunch of faded scars on his back, but I never had the chance to really study them. Now, that he's spread out before me, I see that though they are very slight, they cover at least 70 percent of the skin from his shoulder blades to his tailbone. It almost looks like he had skin grafts. Damn, did he get burned? Should I ask him? Shit, he's looking right at me!
"I made a stupid mistake as a child," he says once our eyes meet, before closing his, marking the end of the conversation. That's the most of an explanation I have ever received, so I'm content, and don't expect much more. But…
"I did a lrot of dumb things as a child," he adds while flexing his back and simultaneously giving me a wry smirk. I'm trying to think of what dumb things he could have done, but I'm drawing blanks. I just can't see Mr. Study-Nine-Hours-a-Day going out Naruto style. The look on my face gives my thoughts away.
"You think you're the onry one that can raise hellru? Ha! I'm just smarter," Sasuke brags, and then starts rattling off his own list of escapades and mishaps. Some of the shit he claims to have done is either pure fabrication or pure genius, because if I had tried even a fraction of that, my ass would still be raw from the lashings my mom and Granny Tsunade would have given. There's also my dad. It takes a lot to piss him off, but when he gets mad, it gets ugly!
But, lies or not, Sasuke's stories are entertaining as hell. I don't even notice when the sun comes up, and we're still sharing, laughing and comparing.
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