...Summer Camp...

Chapter one: Matriculation.

Parings: Naru/Sasu. (pshhh like I write anything else.-_-)

Rating: K-T (first) M-NC-17 (later)

Disclaimer: I do not own the sheer genius "Naruto". Shippuden of other. The honours go to Masashi Kishimoto.

Summary: Remember the summer camp you went to; that quaint place out in the woods, by a lake, sitting around a campfire telling ghost stories and eating s'mores? Well this summer school, sure as hell, isn't that. Three months, a military camp chock full of teenage delinquents, illegal alcohol, pharmaceutical drugs, annoying shrinks, escape plans, a Shitzu from hell, and new relationships; welcome to camp. NaruSasuNaru.

A/N: I really watch too much 'CSI', 'Criminal Minds', 'Law and Order', Criminal Intent' and waaaaaaay ... I mean waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy too much 'Prison Break'...like every frikin' episode.-mumbles; 'need a life'- .

Un-beta'd for all chapters.

"Sasuke."

No answer.

"Sasuke." The person tried again.

Still no answer.

"SASUKE!" was shouted combined with a tap on the forehead; finally a reaction.

"FUCK, WHAT?" the black-clad seventeen-year-old shouted, ripping the earphones that were screaming Shinedown out of his ears. "What the hell, Itachi?"

The older Uchiha just sighed, shutting of the car. "We're here."

A grunt.

Itachi looked over his younger brother and wondered what he did or didn't do to make his sweet little baby brother turn into this black-clad, gothic, sadistic, juvenile delinquent. Sasuke Uchiha, seventeen-year-old, recently convicted of multiple arson and petty larceny.

On his last court hearing of his burning down the chemistry lab at his High School, the judge, trying to be lenient even after all the testimonies of five credible teachers who firmly maintained he was crazy, obscenely brilliantly (even if his recorded grades were a bare mark above complete failure) but decidedly crazy and the report of the seasoned crime scene investigator who firmly stated the fire wasn't an accident because there was blatant evidence of an accelerant used to start the blaze; she ordered an additional psychiatric examination on the youngest Uchiha. Not even twenty-five minutes into the examination Sasuke came out a bland bored look on his face and the poor shrink came out, tears in her eyes, looking manic and delivered her results.

"H...He's," the poor woman said stuttering, "a clinical pyromaniac, a misogynist and has underlying but very present anger issues."

The judge face hardened like stone and ordered the jury to deliberate. Not even thirty minutes later the verdict came back 'guilty'. Sasuke didn't even blink; he just stood there, hand shoved into his pockets, eyelids lowered over dark eyes and popping his gum. The judge face hardened more and ruled that he spent five to ten years in a maximum prison and go under serious psychotic rehabilitation. Again the Uchiha didn't blink; considering the twelve places he had set fire to and the four he had successfully burnt to the ground, five years was nothing; he could be done and out by he was twenty-three years old, if not...well, whatever.

But his defense lawyer had immediately rebuffed the decision, pleading for leniency and stressing the fact that he was an 'misguided child'; lost his parents in a fire at nine years old and maybe the mental scarring and wounding loss was his reason for doing those deeds, something about 'retrograde psychosis'(1) where criminals compulsory acted out a deed that they witnessed or was done to them as a way of coming to terms with the experience; that he was raised by his working older brother who didn't spend enough time with him growing up and a whole host of other things the youngest Uchiha really couldn't care less about.

Aside from that, Sasuke had to give it to the lawyer, Hayate something; he really knew how to work a crowd. The judge face was softening with every plea he made, and she eventually asked the lawyer if there was a proactive alternative solution. Even if the judge didn't see it, Sasuke's sharp eyes did; a small smile on the face of the attorney.

"There is a military facility in Iwagakure, run by a former member of the Japanese Special Forces, and over the last five years since opening, has been proven to successfully rehabilitate juvenile delinquents and made them exemplary additions to the military. The new semester is starting next week your honour, but I believe they accept late applications."

The judge brows furrowed and she took a minute to think it over. Sasuke just stood there half of his mind wondering and weighing his dining options of where he was going to eat after the woman finally made up her mind and the other half reflecting on the blood-curdling shrieks the fire produced.

He grinned.

"Three full months at this institution is his temporary sentence if he successfully passes the course and upon the advice of the facility's supervisors, he will be available for parole on the condition that he reports to the corresponding station twice every week for six months for reports and evaluations. If not the full sentence of five years in prison will be carried out. He is to be immediately released to his current Guardian and Brother Itachi Uchiha. The case is dismissed."

That was four days ago and now the Uchiha was looking up to a building that immediately revolted him. For one, the walls were way too green, second it was surrounded by everything also way too green and third it was built like a fortress; needless to say he had a...slight... problem with cages. Black eyes carefully scanned the walls that were built with actual buttresses and intervals of chain link fences.

"Don't even try it," Itachi said knowingly.

"Try what?" Sasuke said absently, doing some quick calculations to judge the strength of the thick walls.

"Try to escape." The red-eyed man sighed, "Sasuke...this is your last chance. All the towns we've gone through-"

"Yeah, yeah." He cut in, "Five towns, three cities, and the mountain lodge...yeah I know."

It was true, every time the last Uchihas had tried to settle down some action of Sasuke would make them leave again. Acerbically, Sasuke thought they were just like the 'Cullen's' from 'Twilight'; couldn't stay one place for too long or else they would be found out and hunted down.

"How long am I here for again?"

"Three months."

"Hn." He grunted knowingly while getting out of the car before securing his iPod in a pocket. "Well let's get this shit over with."

The sun was shining down on him and needless to say, that was one thing he also hated. Sunlight was enemy; it always amazed the Uchiha how he could go into it and not be burnt to a crisp or evaporated on spot. Grabbing his duffel bag out of the trunk he popped the SkullCandy earphones back into his ears, deftly drowning out Itachi's sermon.

The receptionist was clad in full white, (another thing that Sasuke hated) and had a cheery smile on her face.

'What the hell does she think is going on here...a party? It's a place for psychotics' idiot.'

"Name?" she asked brightly not looking up from the fashion magazine she was poring over.

Sasuke just stared blankly at her, noting her retina melting bubble-pink hair. He glanced down to her name tag and snickered internally, 'Haruno Sakura.' No wonder.

A sigh, "His name is Uchiha Sasuke." Itachi informed.

"Oh." She said, scanning the list in front of her, "Uchiha Sasuke...r...right."

She glanced up and just like every other specimen of the ovulating female sex, paused for small eternity and stared at him, wide eyed and emotionless, her lips parting a bit to form a small 'o'. Sasuke could practically see her brain going into overdrive.

He slowly arched an eyebrow.

"O...Ohhh...r...right." she stuttered finally fiddling with a drawer and took out a passkey, and some papers.

"Ok...here is your room key, your dorm is in the Athens quadrant and your room is number 14. This," she said indicating to one of the papers, "is your map, and this," she said again handing over another slip of paper, "is your schedule, classes, period breaks, psychiatric sessions, meal times, extracurricular activities and prep time."

Sasuke cocked his head and asked darkly, "...prep?"

"Oh." She giggled twirling a short strand of violent pink hair, "It's short for 'preparatory', and it's when you can access the library for research to complete your assignments."

Sasuke nodded solemnly and turned to Itachi and hissed voice deadly than an Egyptian cobra's, "Get... me... the... hell... out... of... here."

"No." Itachi said blithely, red eyes steady, "or let me put into other languages, Japanese 'iie', Russian 'niet', French 'non'; you are staying here."

"I swear, brother of mine," he said sweetly palming the documents, "you are going to rue that day you left me here, I promise you I wil-"

"YOSH!" was shouted to cut him off. "You're here at last."

Sasuke spun around to behold an eyesore he would never get out of his mind; a man with a hideous bowl cut, tight spandex green tights, orange boots and a megawatt smile that could, if aimed properly, would outshine that frikin' sun.

"Gai-san," the pink haired girl acknowledged.

The man ignored here all his attention focused on the black haired Uchiha. "Sasuke-kun; we've been anxiously expecting your arrival; welcome to The Maito Gai Rehabilitation Institution."

Sasuke slowly pinned Itachi with the patented Uchiha Death Glare© and grated out behind gritted teeth. "I swear if I get out of here alive, watch you back, brother."

Itachi just smirked and waved, "Have fun, foolish little brother."

Sasuke turned to the green beast in front of him and glared. Gai, seemingly to ignore the amount of poisonous and homicidal vitriol laced into the look, clapped a hand on the teens' shoulder, leading him to the doors on the other side of the hall, blathering off about something.

"... ommate is about your age I thin-"

Something in the raven's head slapped him; Sasuke stopped, "What?" he asked incredulously. He was pretty damn sure he heard something about a 'roommate'.

"Your roommate," Gai said, "he's from Kohona like you, here we believe in teamwork so your roommate is going to be your partner for every activity this summer. You will work together as one!"

Sasuke revaluated his decisions for what he was going to do to Itachi. Murder was merciful, he'd be lucky if his older sibling survived with the majority of his skin in place.

"Ah," Gai said, "here we are."

The door was mahogany wood and the '14' gold burnished number on the door was glinting at him.

"Who did you say was my," he swallowed, "...roommate again?"

"Meet him yourself...bond." He was answered with a push into the dark chasm of the room.

'Oh I'll definitely 'bond'; I'll bond my fist to his face if he pisses me off.' Sasuke thought entering the room. It was dark, shutters closed, and extremely chilly, the air conditioner was on to the max. Sasuke relaxed a bit, the ambiance was passable. He spotted a bunk on the other side of the room and made his way over to it and dropped the duffel bag on it promptly.

"Hey!"

He shifted around and saw a pair of lightning storm blue eyes cutting into him, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Sasuke regained composure, "I was going to rip out the bed springs and stab myself." He glared, "What the hell do you think I was going to do on a bed, baka?"

"You bed bastard," a deep voice spat, "is over there." With a vicious jab, he indicated to the other side of the room. Between the beds were two study desks, wooden chairs and a square of dark carpet; at the back of the room were two small closets.

"I suggest you stay on your side."

"Whatever, dobe." The Uchiha said, hauling his bag over to the other bed and scanning for a bathroom. Ripping a small face towel out of his bag he went to the bathroom, spun the knob and ducked his head under the faucet, letting the freezing ice cold water batter his nerve endings.

Dabbing the water away he looked up into the mirror to the striking visage in the mirror; black messy hair, falling into smooth chunks around his pale angular face, haughty black eyes which hinted red sometimes sat below smooth black brows, patrician cheekbones and slender nose with pale thin lips reflected back at him.

Pale hands, nails painted black smoothed his wet bangs back and drifted down to the swirl tattoo on his neck; supposed to be a curse sign. Before he could think of it he smashed his hand into the reflection. Predictably the glass was bulletproof.

"Hn." He snorted and went back to the room to unpack.

"You're Uchiha Sasuke...aren't you?" The deep voice came from the shadowy other half of the room.

"Who wants to know?" he returned snidely while carelessly throwing his duffel bag in the corner beside the bed.

"Uzumaki Naruto."

"Yes, Uzumaki, I am." He replied succinctly.

"...I heard about you on the news." The dark voice said, the form shifted up and as Sasuke glanced up he saw a tall form emerge out of the pervading blackness and switch on a lamp. The rays fell on the form to reveal that Naruto was tall, brushing six feet or more, tan skinned, clad in a wrist length dull orange shirt and aggressively blond. Sharp blue eyes peered at him from under rough cut bangs.

"Gai- sensei says we should get to know each other." He said slowly, "...but I really don't want to."

"Same here." Sasuke retaliated, thanking whoever was directing his destiny for small blessings.

A paused, "...you're here for arson, right?"

"Hai." The Uchiha said cautiously eyes lowered in suspicion.

A low laugh, "I'm here for attempted murder."

A/N; Remember those 'stalker rabid bunnies'... yeah... this is a product of one of those AND after watching the four seasons of 'Prison Break' back to back in one week. It's a shout out to all those people who haven't had the 'perfect' life you wanted. Life is really, I mean absolutely, positively reaaaaalllllyyyy messed up.

Oh and the posting schedule for this is maybe like a chapter every two weeks until I finish "Wild Card' then every week.

'Retrograde psychosis' is total BS. I fabricated a mental disability for my own dastardly ends.

TBC.

*Black Prodigy*