Hidan would most certainly argue that the well molded rituals that took place between the gong of one class ending and the ring of another beginning was nothing short of an artistically arranged experience. Deirdara believed otherwise.
It was in the methodology of it; the strategic placement of students and teachers that took the same designated paths day after day. The shuffling of shoes and the hum of chatter low and melodic in comparison to the sharp tinging of locker hinges. It was magnificent and fleeting, gone within moments of it beginning, but then replayed multiple times a day.
Oh yes, definitely art. Art of a societal structure, of a social norm, but still a well crafted thought out design.
Still, Deidara held no interest in Hidan's musings of it. And today was no exception. In fact, Hidan imagined that any mention of it would have been blown off briskly, as the young avant-garde artist was beaming with an upmost urgency.
"Please tell me you're not doing anything tonight, un." The blonde said, blue eyes wide and hopeful as he leaned into the locker beside Hidan's. Doing anything? It was a Friday night!...and no, he wasn't doing anything.
"Why?" Hidan replied, leaving himself ground room to lie to his friend if whatever Deidara was about to propose sounded otherwise un-enjoyable. Hidan plucked his books out of his locker, tucking them under his arm pit, then slammed the door shut in perfect unison with about 5 other lockers. A moment later 10 lockers slammed, and a moment after that, 20.
See, melodic. Crafted. Art.
Hidan turned away from his friend, preparing to make the truck down the hallway.
"Well," Deidara began, pushing through people to take a stride alongside Hidan, "You know that guy, Sasori, I was telling you about?" He asked. Hidan scoffed. How could he not? For months, it seemed like that was the only name on Deidara's tongue.
"Your tutor?" Hidan inquired in a rather mocking tone. Deidara paid no mind to it.
"He asked me to meet him at a club in town tonight, un." The boy said. Hidan stopped walking, staring down at Deidara with a bewildered expression on his face as people began to navigate around them. "I really don't want to go alone!" He said. Hidan let out a thoroughly annoyed sigh.
"Isn't he like, in college?" Hidan asked, once again resuming their walk to class. Deidara rolled his eyes,
"Yeah so?" He bit sharply, "We're seniors anyways. We'll be in college next year too, un!" He argued. Again, Hidan scoffed under his breath. "C'mon man," Deidara pleaded, "I'm just scared to go by myself ya know?"
The bell that signaled the beginning of the next class resonated through the hallways.
"What time?" Hidan asked, the defeat obvious in his voice. Deidara grinned happily,
"I'll meet you at your place around 8. We can go from there!" He chimed, then quickly made his exit to his next class. As Deidara left, Hidan stood in front of the door to his classroom, watching as the final students made their ways into their designated classes and the doors began to slam shut. Sun beamed radiantly through the windows, pouring its rays over the silent lockers and still tiles of the floor. In an instant, all was serene.
No doubt about it. Fucking Art.
It's no secret that Friday nights in a college town have a tendency to be a bit wilder than normal places. There are a few nights of the year though that are particularly worse than others. The first weekend students get back from summer vacation is a mighty crazy one, and of course, the final weekend before graduation is always epic. Halloween and St. Patrick's Day tend to be a bit out of control; and midterm breaks and spring vacations are categories of their own.
This Friday night was the beginning of the weekend before the fall semester midterm break. It was 7 p.m. and the campus security had already broken up 3 underclassmen parties, diffused 2 fights, and put out 1 fire.
"Kakuzu! Are you coming out or what?" called the deep, throaty voice of one of Kakuzu's roommates, Kisame.
"No." The 3rd year business major hollered.
"Oh...and by no you mean yes, right?" Kakuzu buried his face in his palm, rubbing his temples in an attempt to regain his focus. Despite over 2 years of the college lifestyle, Kakuzu still hadn't learned to tune out the constant noise that came with living on campus.
He'd hoped that moving into one of the university owned townhouses (which were mainly only occupied by upperclassmen) , rather than a dorm would lessen the racket. However, it seemed that was the contrary, as everyone was suppose to be over 21, and therefore, campus security held little interest in busting their parties; even if it was no secret that underclassmen would often crash the townhouses.
"Dude, what are doing?" Came the angered voice of Kisame, once again.
"Studying." Kakuzu replied shortly. He heard Kisame scoff from behind the door, then heard the soft thud of his friend leaning his weight on the flimsy wood. He must be drinking already.
"Kakuzu, that's what midterm break is for!" said the 3rd year Marine Biology major and ROTC cadet. "C'mon, don't you want to see Sasori go to jail?" he blurted, which was followed by a distant 'fuck you', from said roommate. Kakuzu lifted a brow, now slightly interested. Only slightly.
"Jail?" Kakuzu repeated, still refusing to get up and open the door for Kisame.
"Yeah," he replied, "He invited that student of his to Level tonight." He said. Like most of his friends, Sasori had picked up a part-time job while at school. The 3rd year Visual Arts major was doing private tutoring for a few promising students in the surrounding districts. Apparently he'd received the same type of tutoring early on as well, which is something he believed made him a cut above the rest.
Of course, the abundance of interaction with one student in particular had not only been a topic of interest lately, but also made him the butt of quite a few jokes.
"He's 17 damnit! It's perfectly legal!" It seemed Sasori had joined Kisame outside Kakuzu's door.
"Why Level?" Kakuzu interrupted, that name having a bit of distaste on his tongue.
"They allow 18 and up." Sasori said. Kakuzu sighed, lifting off his chair with a grunt and trudging his way over to his door, opening it ever so slowly. He first looked to Kisame at his right, who yes, was most certainly drinking by the looks of his glassy eyes and the way he was using the doorframe for support. Then he looked to Sasori.
"You just said he's 17..." Kakuzu said dryly. Sasori broke their eye contact, glancing briefly down at the floor. To Kakuzu's right, a small chuckle escaped Kisame's lips. Another moment of silence, and Sasori gave a heavy sigh,
"Nhe as is brthrs id..." He mumbled. Again, Kakuzu lifted an eyebrow,
"What?"
"He has his brother's ID!" Sasori said again, and Kisame irrupted into a whole-hearted fit of laughter. Sasori scoffed, shoving his way past Kisame and out into the shared living room.
"C'mon Kakuzu," Kisame said, placing a hand on his roommate's shoulder. "I'm going, Pein, Zetsu and Tobi are coming. If anything it'll be funny." Kakuzu sighed. It wasn't likely he would get much done with all this noise anyway.
"Alright, let me change," He said, giving the blue-tinted man a small shove out of his bedroom.
