I bring you chapter 2. I'm glad this story has gotten positive responses thus far, and I hope you will continue to enjoy my story. My beta wanted to personally kill me for this story, as it contains a little surprise about one of the characters, which you will either love me or hate me for :P Either way, I hope you will continue to read and review XD

Unexplained sensation, newly sparked imagination

When Itachi had taken art as a compulsory subject back in the 7th grade, it had been the one grade he had almost failed. Why, you might ask? Itachi had no art skills, and no brilliant imagination, simply because he chose not to think about things that might not exist because they were too exhausting.

And yet, when he had felt a twinge in his chest when he looked at that man, he found himself faced with a question; who is he?

It had bothered him in the very back of his mind, and while he attended his lessons and did his work, it still lingered. He did his work as normal, wrote down his homework in his diary and then looked over at Sasori as lunch time arrived. The red head glanced at him, and the two left the room to go outside for some quiet.

Their school was like most of the other traditional Japanese schools, in that it was large, had a very nice courtyard and three floors. The carpet and lino on each of these floors changed colours from dark red, to dark blue, to dark green, to indicate the level of high school that they were in. Itachi was on the top floor, being in his final year, and had a good view of the scenery. But he had eaten under a certain tree every day from the time he had been at the school, and he headed towards it when he got out of the building.

Sitting under it with a small sigh that only Sasori would notice, Itachi turned towards the other and put his bento to the side, looking at him. Sasori looked back, and stated, "You were looking at that new teacher rather intently."

"I know." Itachi answered, and thought back for the millionth time on that strange sensation that had gone though his chest at that point. "I felt something from him."

"What was it?" Sasori asked, taking a bite of his own lunch.

Itachi did not answer for a moment, but he said, "a twinge."

Sasori smirked and said, "Wasn't love at first sight, was it?" The red head had made a subtle point once that the Uchiha could very well be gay, not that Itachi had paid that comment any mind because, despite being as serious as Itachi, he could certainly be very childish when it came to arguments. The way he acted around Deidara was a clue to this.

"Definitely not." Itachi shook his head, "but it was something. Like I've met him before."

"Maybe your dad thought he was brilliant and invited him over once?" Sasori said, and watched as Itachi finally started on his own lunch.

The Uchiha thought this through, but eventually shook his head no. "I've never physically met him before. But … I don't know." Itachi occupied himself with eating his lunch before wrapping his box up and standing. "I'll see you in class." This required research.

Sasori waved him off, and the Uchiha gathered his books and walked away. He thought he might get a head start on his homework and get that over and done with before he went back to class. He walked down the passage ways until he ended up at the library, looking around. Good, not many people. Opening his books that he had taken outside with him as well, he did all of the drills asked in his subjects, and got that finished within twenty minutes. Once done, he went onto the computer nearby and searched up information on Hoshigaki Kisame …

Computers in the school contained files about the students and teachers at the place in question, but you could only access them with special permission … or via hacking. And Itachi did it the latter way. He was not someone who pretended to be a good boy, after all, despite being a favourite among the teachers at the school. He would go many lengths to get the information he needed, and after a couple of minutes of tweaking the system and his own settings, he pulled up Kisame's profile.

Name: Hoshigaki Kisame
Height: 195 cm
Weight: 83.1 kg
DOB: March 18
Sex: Male
Blood Type: AB
Home location: Yokohama (current is Tokyo)
Qualification/s: Teaching license, First aid level 3, bi lingual in Japanese and English

Itachi frowned when he didn't find anything that was really of use to him, but he did find it interesting that the man previously lived outside of Tokyo. He had no accent in his voice … and that he was bi lingual. But those were practically irrelevant when it came down to what he wanted to find out.

Hell, he didn't even know what information he was looking for.

Being that the library was a quiet place, when the door opened and closed it was fairly noticeable. Therefore, when the door opened a while after Itachi had entered, his eyes flickered up briefly before going back down to his research, but they went back up rather violently when he realised who it was.

Deidara, possibly the only one in the school who would intentionly cause a catastrophe if it inspired him enough, was walking toward the computers. However, he was also known as the best scouter for information on other people, with the exception of their Geology teacher, Zetsu. But the downside to that is –

"Hey, Itachi-chan!!" Deidara carelessly threw his arms around the other's neck as the ebony haired genius tensed at the physical contact. Apart from his family and occasionally Sasori's pat on the shoulder, Deidara was the only one who dared to touch him. For the reason that Itachi became incredibly volatile when people laid their hands on him. He supposed it was just how he was raised…

"Deidara…" he growled as the blonde looked at his screen, taking no notice of Itachi's stiff posture and rapidly depleting patience. "Get. Off. Me."

"Hmm? Why are you looking up Hoshigaki-sensei?" Deidara said, again ignoring the other's tenseness and obvious anger. He blinked at the screen, and then frowned, "are you looking for information, un?"

Another thing that annoyed Itachi. That stupid habit Deidara had of ending everything he said with 'un'. He pushed the blonde off with a glare and said, "It is of no concern to you."

Deidara finally stepped back and had a large grin on his face, saying "Of course not, but there is far better sources of information than the school's archive, un."

"Keep it down," Itachi hissed, his eyes sweeping over the library. Luckily, no one was paying them any attention, for who were in the place currently. The Uchiha stayed silent for a moment, and then said. "So you have a better way?"

"Of course! I can get information on anything-"

"Then find out who he is."

Deidara stared. Itachi smirked, and stood up, walking past and whispering, "I dare you, Deidara-san …"

For whatever reason Itachi didn't know about, when it came to the blonde, he could not turn down a dare from him. In the same respect that Deidara could not refuse a dare from him. It was a brilliant way to get what he wanted, but he had to admit to being guilty of doing a few very stupid things when the blonde had dared him to do at the previous school end of year party. And even before then, Itachi just could not back down from a dare that the other set for him, and he had no idea why Deidara affected him in such a way. It was their own rarely played game, but it led him to avoiding the blonde at all costs … but some situations needed to be dealt with … effectively.

Deidara looked at him when Itachi walked out, and smirked evilly, "I am getting you for that, Itachi-san, un."

After lunch, Itachi met back up with Sasori. The red head turned to look at his friend and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"No." Itachi paused, and then with a smirk, "Deidara's on it."

Sasori restrained himself from rolling his eyes with extreme difficulty. "Do you honestly think he would find anything that is useful?"

"Not really. But if he does, that is a plus." Itachi went to his home room to fetch his books for his next class; the highest maths class that was available at the school. Itachi didn't really have any ambitions currently, but he was good at maths. But he had mostly taken the class because Sasori had, and since he didn't particualy care about which maths he did as long as it was challenging, he chose the one where at least he'd have someone to turn to should he have a problem.

Class proceeded smoothly from then onwards, and Itachi focused completely on his school work and only a tiny portion on the weird feeling that had happened that morning, and the man who caused it. But there was nothing more he could do, and so, he let it be.

When they returned to home room, it was to find the new teacher waiting to send them home. It was then that Itachi faltered, looking at the blue haired man, and suddenly wondering if that colour was natural. And also, once more ... who he was.

Kisame looked over at the Uchiha, and Itachi blinked as those gold eyes looked at him. The older man could not have held his gaze for longer than a second, and yet, to Itachi it felt much longer.

After his teacher looked away, Itachi blinked before shaking his head violently. He should not be having these kind of reactions, at all.

And he should not feel familiar with a stranger.

When the bell rang that signalled home time, the Uchiha walked to the gates with Sasori. He was about to ask the red head if he wanted to go to the cafe nearby but found the other's attention averted. As was a large number of male students at the site before them.

A pretty, tall lady with long black hair was walking away from the school grounds, wearing a deep purple top and matching skirt and several books under her arm. Said lady was their chemistry teacher, Orochi, and had both destroyed the hearts of many men by crashing their dreams of ever wooing the snake charmer herself.

Sasori found himself staring as she came up to him, and said, "Hello, Sasori-kun. Finished for the day?" The red head could only nod.

Orochi only smiled slightly, saying, "Have a nice day, you two." She headed away from them, not speaking any more. Sasori followed her every move, and only awoke when he heard a quiet snicker from next to him. The red head snapped around and glared, saying, "Shut it, Itachi."

"Admit it, you like her." Itachi said with a smirk that was full of triumph in knowing that, no matter what Sasori said, he knew he was right.

"I do not!" The normally calm teenager was rather flustered, "I just find her to be very interesting,-"

"-As well as pretty." Itachi added.

Sasori folded his arms and looked away, muttering, "shove it, Uchiha."

Itachi only let out a small chuckle as their bus arrived.
When Itachi returned home, he greeted his mother with a nod and partial smile before going up to his room and flopping on his bed. Normally he'd get straight into homework ... but today was different. He was thinking about everything that had happened in his one day at school, and scowling at the ceiling.

'I shouldn't be thinking about that damn teacher,' Itachi thought, glaring at the off white ceiling of his room. 'But even so ...'

His thoughts were interrupted by a meow, and Itachi looked to the side to see his cat come into the room, tail held high as the pet noticed his master had returned. Itachi patted the bed and the cat jumped up onto it, and the young man picked him up, saying, "What do you think, Sharingan? Should I trust this teacher?"

Sharingan purred.

Itachi blinked at that, before smiling slightly and saying, "You've never been wrong before, so I guess I should trust him." He scratched the cat behind the ears.

And indeed, Sharingan seemed to be able to judge who a good person was and who a bad person was, and it was very clear that when the cat had followed him down the street once and saw Sasori for the first time, he had let the red head pat him. The cat normally allowed no one but Itachi to touch him, so the young man knew that Sasori could be trusted. This had been four years ago, when Itachi had only just met the other. It was then that Itachi decided Sharingan must have very acute sensors, and that he could trust those censors when it came to people. This was the first time since Sasori that Sharingan had purred at the thought of someone in Itachi's life. And so, the Uchiha decided to go along with it.
After all, this was Sharingan.