This has been something I've been working on for some time. I hope you all like it. Ita-sama is mine btw. Don't you even think I about it or I will destroy you.. *evil glare* Anyway, it's really good. I've got some more on the way. Probably will be very long. It's inspired by my lunch table. Thank you lunch table! xD

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN WE ARE GOING TO HIGHSCHOOL?" screamed the male. The paleness of his crystal blue irises seethed in anger. The blonde brows scrunched and with every other breath was either an obnoxious grunt or a moan in displeasure. The well-manicured black painted fists clenched. His lengthy charcoal cloak flapped wildly around during his performance. The red clouds outlined in white wafted awkwardly inches above the ground. Though the male's blonde hair was slicked back in a high ponytail and his bang was once neatly draped over his eye, the ponytail was coming undone and the bang was mussed up from being pushed back and pushed forward frequently.

"We Are Akatsuki Members, not some incompetent ninjas who can't perform the simplest of Justus. Do you hear me Pain?"

While he emitted his frustration, all of his colleges turn to their superior, or senpai. Pain laced his fingers as he stared blankly at the male on his comical rampage. Inhaling slowly through his nose, he parted his lips and slowly released the air before speaking.

"You are going to study the pain of the," he unlocked his fingers placing them in the air. The index and middle digits remained in the air as he curled them inwards to his palm. "Teenagers, Deidara. We must study our enemies without studying them. Remember, we've been "dead" for some months now. We need to strategize now if we must ensure peace throughout the lands."

The youngest of the Akatsuki members, Deidara, rested his hands on his hips. He frowned, scuffed, and groaned at Pain's response. The overdramatic act made a 5ft 8in male quite annoyed. His jet black hair swayed like the sail in the ocean winds when a slight breezed entered their hideout. The Sharingan eyes peer over to him; his face subtle but his eyes intense. A low grunt was heard as he rolled his eyes and turned and rested his eyes on Pain once again. From a sideways glace, Deidara eyed the red glance from his superior colleague. His anger swelled even more in his 5ft 4in body. Once more, the black well-manicured fist flailed animatedly around.

"Itachi, what the hell are you looking at?" he yelled, pointing in his direction.

"Humph... Just an idiot trying to cause a scene, that's all."

"Shut up! I am not causing a scene! And, you don't even know the true meaning of art. Art is an Explosion!"

"Whatever. You couldn't defeat me. That is sad because I'm a pacific."

"Damn you… I swear, one day—"His sentence was cut short from a radiant red head placed his hand on his shoulder. The eyes that met the crystal blue irises of Deidara's; the male's crimson red hair flowed as the smoke grey gaze pulled him to the conversation.

"Deidara, enough…"

"But Sasori, this idiot doesn't respect my art!"

"Your art isn't truly art. Art is supposed to be able to live throughout time, for everyone to see, like my puppets." Sasori walked off to his seat, luring Deidara to follow him and finish his argument. He followed yelling and grunting, defending his clay bombs as art.

Oh my! They are alive! What's going to happen? I'll hopefully write more. R&R porfavor? ^^