Glad I managed to update today. My exams are going well so far, so I hope it keeps up. Also, I don't own the name of the car. Here's part three!

~With Sasori~

"Sasori, it's time to get up, you're going to be late for your first day at work!" Chiyo called up the stairs. Sasori groaned and rolled over in his bed to look at the clock, it was 8:00 AM, so he had to get up. He yawned then shuffled to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror while he brushed his teeth. Sasori hadn't changed much since childhood; he still had his blood red, short hair and deep red eyes at age eighteen.

When he finished his teeth, he had a shower then brushed his hair. To look smart for school, he put on a white shirt, a red tie, black jeans and black shoes. He smiled at his reflection, then grabbed his shoulder bag, phone and wallet from his bedside table and proceeded to walk downstairs to his grandmother.

"Good, your food was getting cold!" his grandmother scolded. Sasori rolled his eyes and sat down at the kitchen table for breakfast. When he had finished his food he looked at his watch and saw that it was 8:15 AM, so he would take the car to get to work. "Goodbye Granny, I'll see you later." He said. "Good boy, tell me how your day was when you get home! Oh, and make sure you try and look for someone you might like!"The elder replied. Sasori whined "Grandma! I've already told you, I'm not looking for love! I don't need someone else to make myself happy."

Chiyo smirked and said "You don't know you need someone until you've already fallen for them, Sasori." Said boy rolled his eyes and groaned. "Goodbye, Grandma." He drolled, adding extra emphasis to "Goodbye", and proceeded to speed walk out of the house to his red Bugatti Veyron and drove to school.

On his way he saw a blond boy running down the street in the same direction as him, but he was running in front of the car so he couldn't see Sasori. When the boy stopped for a second to let a woman with a pram pass him, Sasori got a good look at his face and he felt his heart stop beating for a second. The boy had bright blue eyes that looked like they were shining and long blond hair down to his waist.

A moment later, when the pram had past, the boy sped off again out of sight and Sasori frowned. "Why am I upset about the fact I'll probably never see him again?" he thought. "I don't even know his name, so I'm better off forgetting he exists." He finally decided and continued driving to his first day of work.

~At The School~

Sasori arrived at his new job with a few minutes to spare and walked to the Principal's office to talk to him about where his room for the last month and a half of school would be. He was told it was in the art block, room four, all his students were eighteen, he thanked the Principal, then he and the Principal speed walked to Sasori's room before the bell sounded.

"Class, this will be your substitute art teacher while Miss Kurosei is away having a baby. Welcome Mr Akasuna, everyone." The Principal announced. "Good morning Mr Akasuna." The senior class chorused, and then they looked at their teacher properly. All the girls gasped and the boys glared. They could already tell the girls in their class were going to act like fangirls over him because of how he looked.

One student did nothing, that student was a blond with their head down, Sasori noticed. His eyes widened as he realized that it was the boy from this morning, easily recognised from the half-ponytail hairstyle. He quickly hid his surprise when the Principal said "Right, well now that that has been settled, I'll leave you children in the care of your new teacher." The second the Principal had left the room, the girls had started whispering, saying things like "OMG, he is sooo cute! And isn't he really young looking for a teacher?" After another ten seconds of this, Sasori had had enough.

"Be quiet, we have a lot of work to do, so what was the last project you have done in this class?" Everyone went silent at the red-head's question. Sasori sighed. "Fine then, you there, in the black vest, what was the last project you did?" Sasori asked, pointing slightly at the blond he saw this morning.

Deidara blanched at being spoken to directly, and when all the girls in the class turned to glare at him for having the new teacher's attention, and took a few seconds to answer. "… I-it was moulding an animal out of clay, S-Sir, un."

Sasori nodded, silently noting that the boy's voice was soft and airy, like bells chiming in a light breeze, despite the small speech impediment and stuttering. "Good, well I want you all to show me your finished projects, so that I can get an idea of how you approach art." All the girls immediately ran to the clay room and got their projects quickly then ran into a line towards Sasori's desk at the front of the room. All the boys but one grumbled and stalked slowly before joining the line. Deidara was the last to go to the clay room and get his project, and then joined the end of the line.

Sasori rolled his eyes at the girls, they were exactly the same as he saw while he was in both university and high school, and quickly decided that none of them had any artistic talent; their dogs looked like they had been run over by a car. The boys were a bit better, but they had only made simple animals, such as snakes, just a simple line of clay with some etchings of skin done by carving tools, so they only got a slightly better grade than the girls.

As the final boy left, Sasori saw the blond again. He was about to tell him the same grade as the others, but the he took an actual look at his work. He had made a sculpture of a dove, perfect in all ways, down to the feathers. Sasori raised his eyebrow at the boy, who simply hid his face behind his hair, looking ready to be told it was awful. "What's your name?" Sasori asked.

The blond looked up, startled, and stuttered out "D-Deidara Iwa, Sir, un…" Sasori nodded, then said "Well, Deidara, it looks like you are the only person with any artistic ability whatsoever in this class. Will you stay after class so I can talk to you?"Y-yes, un."Alright then, you may return to your seat, Deidara." Said boy nodded, then speed walked to his seat, trying to avoid looking in the eyes of the girls who sent him glares on the way for being noticed by the teacher again.

Sasori's heart fluttered and he told himself to get a grip; the boy was cute and amazing at art, so what? It doesn't mean that he would have anything else that Sasori was looking for, or what his grandmother had told him to look for in a so called 'partner', anyway.

"Right class, as you probably heard, none of you are particularly good at art, so I want you to redo the project, but this time you can sculpt anything you want to. Deidara, you can do what you what, whether it be homework or another sculpture, I don't mind considering yours is the only one that's any good. Everyone else, you have work to do; so get to it." Sasori ordered, taking a small glance at Deidara when he was mentioned. He noticed the boy's visible eye, not hidden behind his bang, light up at the mention of another sculpture.

While the class grumbled and moaned about having to repeat the project, Deidara got straight to work with a lump of clay. This time, instead of a dove, sculpting what appeared to be a spider. Sasori let a small smile grace his features before he shook himself out of his stupor and walked to his desk to some paper work about his life he had been given the week before by the school's secretary to fill out. He only wrote what he thought necessary while his class quietly whispered to each other and started moulding their pieces of clay.

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