Meant to post this on SasoDei Day, but I didn't have enough time. I was dragged away from my home I call a computer to go visit the real world with...people. I suppose it wasn't all bad, but yanno, SasoDei Day :C very important to me! Anyways, here's a short, already completed, story for you guys. Yes it will be a couple chapters, but it's nothing major like my other two stories.

Naruto © Kishimoto

Rated: M

Story © Happii Haden

"Blue...blue...blue..." a redhead muttered, sitting alone at his desk. "No more blue?" He frowned and slid the scattered colored pieces around on the wooden surface.

A knock at his door startled him, causing him to jump up and hit his knee underneath the furniture. "Shit!" he grunted. "Whattya want, you old hag?" he snapped harshly.

An old woman cracked the door open. "Scorpling, dear, dinner is ready. Will you be joining us?"

The redhead sighed, "Do I really have a choice?"

The woman cackled, "Nope!"

The redhead stopped his sorting before quickly putting away his colors in a ziplock baggie. He stepped away from his desk and began to follow the older woman upstairs.

"Oh, so he does live!" An older man laughed upon seeing the redhead emerge with the woman. "I feel like I haven't seen you in years."

The redhead rolled his eyes and sat at the end of the table. "I was only down there for a few hours..."

The woman sat down next to the old man and began to pass the food around.

"Nonsense! As soon as you got here you ran downstairs, jellybeans in hand. I honestly don't understand why you buy him so much candy for. He only ever eats a quarter of it," the old man complained, waving his fork around.

"I never get to stay long enough to eat all of them," the redhead corrected. "And by the time I'm able to come back, the candy already goes stale."

"You know he's right, Ebizo. We never eat them on time, so we do have to buy new ones," the woman said to the older man, Ebizo, next to her.

As the two elders bickered back and forth, the redhead sat at the table, playing with the foods on his plate. It wasn't that he was a picky eater. In fact it was his favorite meal. However, he had spent the whole afternoon sorting through his candy and specifically eating the blue ones. He usually could contain himself and save them for later, but he hadn't anything sweet in about a month.

"Scorpling, aren't you hungry? Your mother and father-"

"Adoptive mother and father," he corrected, interrupting the old woman.

The old woman rolled her eyes and nodded, "They told me you hadn't eaten all day."

The redhead shrugged.

"Don't tell me," she cracked a smile, "you're excited about attending that summer college program."

The redhead's immediate reaction was a scowl. "I am anything but excited for that. I never said I wanted to be a part of that stupid program, but they'd do anything to get rid of me."

"Now, Sasori. You know that's not true."

"Isn't it though? They're starting their own new family and they want me out of the picture. I get it," Sasori huffed. "I honestly don't even know why the adopted me when they did."

The old woman frowned and looked to the older man beside her.

The redhead sighed before standing, "I'm going to bed. I have to be at my counselor's tomorrow at six." He left the table, ignoring any request that his elders asked of him.

The next morning, Sasori and his grandmother drove downtown to a small building.

The building was cement gray and reminded Sasori of a hospital. There was only four rooms; three out of four of them being actual counselor offices.

"Ah, Sasori! Welcome back!" a girl, with long pink hair and bright green eyes, greeted him.

The redhead gave a simple nod in acknowledgement, but said nothing more to the girl.

She frowned as she was practically ignored, but forced herself to smile. "Are you here for another session with Tsunade?"

"Obviously."

"Yanno, I'll be attending the college summer program too. Maybe we can hang out if you get bored. Or if you don't know anyone else. I mean you don't have to if you don't want, but I think-" SLAM

The girl jumped back, startled. She frowned at the slammed door in her face. Perhaps she would need to try harder with the redheaded boy.

"Good morning, Sasori. How're you feeling?" a woman with a large bust and blonde hair asked, smiling an almost forced smile.

"I feel tired as fuck and I'd like to go back home and sleep forever," the redhead grunted.

Tsunade sighed and dropped her smile. "I know you don't want to go away for the summer, but both me and your parents-"

"Adoptive parents," the redhead almost hissed.

Tsunade rolled her eyes, "Your guardians and I both agreed it would be beneficial for you. You'll attend classes of your choosing, meet other students from different schools, make money, gain experience for the future, and maybe make a few new friends."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Sasori sighed. "I'm not good with people."

"Too bad you don't have a choice, huh? This will be good for you," the blonde insisted. "Your bags are all packed correct? Your grandmother can take you to the university at anytime and you can get settled in." The woman handed the redhead a slip of paper and pointed to the writing scribbled on it. "This is your dorm number and roommate. When you get there, you'll meet the men and women who work on the campus. They'll give you your keys and enrollment forms. I'm sure they will have some sort of conference as well."

Sasori folded the paper, not bothering to look at it, before slipping it into his jacket pocket. "Is that all?"

Tsunade nodded, "You can leave now, Sasori."

Immediately, the redhead stood and turned his back on the woman almost rushing out of the room. Before he exited the room and slammed the door shut, he heard Tsunade call out to him.

"You should lose the jacket, Sasori. You'll die of a heatstroke."

Sasori snorted before letting the door shut behind. As if he would get hot. Unfortunately for him, he grew up in a desert and was actually cold 80% of the time. However, the heatstroke idea wasn't so bad. Perhaps he could fake it and- Sasori sighed. It would work on his adoptive parents, but not on the old hag. She raised him right beside his real parents when he was younger.

"C'mon, Chiyo. She said we could leave whenever, so I want to get there before anyone else does," the redhead stated walking past the woman to the exit.

He felt a fist hit him hard on the back of his head. Muttering curse words under his breath, he rubbed his now sore head. "What the hell?"

His grandmother frowned at him and hit him again. "You should know better than to not refer to me as granny. And no cursing unless you wanna eat soap, young man. Don't be an ungrateful brat, because you're not getting your way."

"I'm not being a brat," Sasori growled, defending himself.

"Are too," she smirked. "You're throwing a fit about leaving like a child. Even your face is getting red," Chiyo laughed, pinching one of his cheeks.

The redhead swatted at the woman and scowled, "Shut up. I am not." He grabbed the keys out of her hands and practically ran to the car. The old woman shook her head and followed him at her own speed.

When both had settled in the car and taken off, Chiyo raised an aged hand to her grandson's head and ruffled his hair gently. "You should be happy, Scorpling. It'll be fun and something new."

Sasori knocked her hand off his head and glared out the window, arms crossed. "You all keep saying I'll have a good time and that I'll love it, but I know I won't. No one even asked me how I felt about all of this. You can't just force someone into something. It's wrong…"

"You're just making it seem worse than it really is," Chiyo stated. "You're going to be by yourself."

The redhead raised an eyebrow at that. "What do you mean? There's going to people and-"

"You won't have anyone to watch over you anymore. It'll be as if you're actually in college. No one is going to baby you. You'll be your own man, Scorpling. Whether you chose to interact with people is up to you."

He went quiet at the statement. He hadn't thought of that at all. Maybe it wouldn't be all bad. Hopefully his roommate would let him have his space and he wouldn't have to associate with anyone. A small smile graced his lips at the thought.

Chiyo smirked and gave Sasori's shoulder a firm squeeze. "I told you, you were making it worse for yourself."

"Shut up," the redhead rolled his eyes, feeling much better than he had previously. "How long will I be there anyways?"

"Until the end of summer. You can still come visit us of course, but you will stay there all summer," Chiyo stated.

"Super," the redhead said in a sarcastic way.

When they reached the campus, Sasori was delighted as he saw only a few cars in the parking lot. He took it as he was one of the first people to arrive. Perhaps he could tour the campus without the hindrance of people.

"Will you need any help, Scorpling?"

Sasori shook his head and took his one suitcase into the building, gesturing a small wave at the old woman in the car. She yelled out "Love you too" to the redhead before driving off and leaving him by himself.

The steps to getting his keys was a bit of a pain, as the workers made him fill out a bunch of paperwork and made attempts to talk to him. He ignored them for the most part and completed the papers in no time. Soon enough he was upstairs, searching for his room.

His dorm room was B406 that he shared with another male named Uchiha Itachi. Upon finding his room, he discovered that his roommate had already beat him there. When he walked in, the other male was sitting on his bed reading a book. He didn't even bother to look up, but still asked, "Akasuna?"

The redhead nodded, although the boy didn't look at him. "Yeah," he muttered. "Uchiha?"

"Mhm."

The redhead sighed contently. His wish came true after all. He might've possibly received the best roommate ever. Rolling his suitcase to the end of the bed, he got a better look at the room.

The room was almost entirely symmetrical. There was a plain single bed, simple wardrobe, and wooden desk on both sides. Down the middle was a mini fridge and microwave on top and a large full length mirror hung on the back of the dorm door. It wasn't the prettiest, but Sasori didn't expect much.

After putting away all of his stuff and setting up his bed, he attached the room keys to his lanyard and left the room without saying a word to his new roomie. It wasn't like they even agreed to be friends, so it shouldn't matter if they didn't talk. Besides, he wanted to explore the campus.

Wandering the halls aimlessly didn't seem like a great idea to the redhead, so he headed downstairs to look over the campus map in the directory office. On his way down, he came across a bunch of girls heading past him. They were giggling when he spotted them, but when they spotted him they immediately went quiet and stared in what seemed to be awe.

This annoyed the redhead. He held his head down lower and quickly strided away from the group. Sometimes he cursed his scarlet red hair that his birth father had gave him. It attracted attention, when all he wanted was to be invisible.

When he made it to the directory, he noticed a rather large male towering over the map. If the tall male hadn't been so indulged in the map, he would have thought he was a RA.

He wasn't sure if he should wait for the big lug to move or not. However, Sasori was not a patient man, so he decided to leave and explore without the knowledge of the map.

As he mentally mapped his way through the campus, more students began to arrive. He was outside in the parking lot, ready to return to his dormitory, when he heard someone curse loudly.

Sasori turned his head and took a step back. Behind a car was a blond picking up clothing that had seemed like it had fallen out. He contemplated whether or not to help the person, but eventually decided against it and left to return to his room.

When he returned to his room, he found that his roommate hadn't even moved. He was still on his bed reading.

Without sparing Sasori a look, the raven monotonously said, "Orientation is at 10."