Okay so this is the new story~ Also there in Present day Riga, Latvia. I'm notsure if they had trains or cars so sorry if you are latvian (I think that's what its called) but if it makes anyone feel better Lavis is my fav coutry alonge witth Canada, Russia, And Lithuaia. (that's saying something…. Well to me it is)

A red head bobbled in the large, noisy, buissy, croud. This was how the Riga train station usually was and the red head hated it but he didn't own a car so this was the only way to get to work. His job was teaching at local librarys about art. Sasori, the red head, was 18 and just barly got out of high school. He usualy hated when the high schoolers would look down on him because he was short and just about theyre age, but today might just be a day he will never forget.

Today he was teaching a art class from The Latvin Acadamy of Arts. The group was made up of all age groups and it was the same school Sasori came from. But being the unsosial bastard he usualy was he knew he wouldn't know any of them.

He walked in through the large duble doors that led into the public library in the south side of Riga, which was the city he lived in. He walked to the part of the library where he would do the lecture till he saw the most stunning blode hair.

Ablonde boy a little taller than himself was walking by carrying 3 different books on art. One was a zentangle book, another was one on realistic animals, and the other was different forms of art. On the cover of the third book, one picture stood out. It was a marianette, in which the red head smirked at. Instead of stoping to ask the blonde what he prefedeed to do as art, witch was obviously drawing (you don't know how wrong you are), the red head kept walking.

When he reached the place he was to teach at he saw a few, well crafted, wooden chairs, been bags, and other lounging chairs. The lecture was about to begin…

"Art is what any author wants it to be, wether that's wrighting, drawing, singing, or wood carving. Art is one of man's best creations. It shows feeling, emotion, and motion. To name a few people from each catogory, theres Erin Hunter who wrote the Warriors seires, I'm just guessing but most of you draw, There's Kaito shion and his brothers who sing, and myself, I make puppets out of wood." Sasori stated, as a younge blond boy raised his hand. "Yes you." The red head said pointing to the blond

"Wouldn't molding clay be art too, 'cause you forgot to mention that, un." It was more a statement than a question coming from the blond.

'un? Who says un?' sasori thought "well yes but I am yet to know any famouse sculptors that do that in anyway."

"What about the greeks and romans, un?" man that boy was persistant and really getting on sasori 's nervise.

"Yes I guess so… Anyway back to the lecture. Art is almost always something that lasts forever or for a long time like said roman and greek scultors-"

"Nothing ever lasts, un." The red head scowled at the said blond who interupted him…

"Art is enternal and lasts for at least an enternity…"

After several arguments the lecture was finally over. The class scatterd over going back to the bus but a few lagged behind. One was the younge blond who was getting shoved about by two bigger and stronger guys that could have been on the football team.

"Haha look at him he's so pathetice he just lets us shove him around." The taller one said shoving the blond towards the other kid. The taller boy carryed a small dog and had brown hair when the other had long more deep brown hair and white eyes.

"Yeah hes pathetic right akamaru!"

"af af" the dog barked his repliey.

"Just leave me alone, un. Don't you have anything better to do than shove me around?!"

"Hah what cha' going to do about it blonde, turn us into your oh so fleeting art! Oh yeah I forgot you can't carry around that stupid clay of your's"

"Yeah that stupid art is nothing but a harmless firework without all those beautiful colors. Its not even hot in anyway!"

"That's becouse my art is super flat! And call my art stupid one more time and you'll be dead on the ground, un!"

"My art's an explosion, and veary stupid UN!" the Taller boy with the dog teased mimicing the 'un' and in a instand the guy lay unconious on the ground

"kiba!" the other boy said neeling by his fallen comrade..

"Ha talk about yourself lossers!" the blond sneered walking away and sitting down at a chair and pulled out the book of drawing realistic animals. "You all an go fuck yourselfs for all I care, un"

"Let's get out of here befor he explodeds again, Neji," Kiba said waking up from unconiousness and getting up following Neji to the front door.

Sasori looked back at the blonde who wasn't even reading the book just stairing out at space looking sad.

"Hey, brat what was that all about" The red head asked walking over to the said blond.

"What do you want? Get out of here like the rest of them, un." The blond sneered, glaring at Sasori.

"What's your name, brat?" Sasori asked ignoring the blond.

The blond's glare lessend but stayed there, "Deidara, but why does it matter?It's not like we're ever going to meet again."

OMFJ cliffhanger (oh my F***ing Jashin lol since im a jashinist ya know?) Anyway review plz! And a word from my co workers

Deidara; I have a bad feeling this storys going to lead to lemon some where and Mpreg and gay merrage, un..

Sasori: I feel the same

Yami: Why do you two always ruin my plots! Shees, ne….