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Kishimoto owns Naruto, not me. :D
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"Well Sasori, this is where I leave you, yeah. But Itachi and Kisame will take care of you. Good luck with the 'bitch,' yeah." Deidara sauntered down the hall, leaving Sasori in front of the classroom. He sighed. From what Kisame had told him, this class would leave him with a headache.
Surprisingly, when Sasori entered, he figured that it would be like lunch. But this room was quieter. The kids conversed in whispers, and there was no sight of gambling or anything going on. All Sasori could do was raise his eyebrows at the sight. Well, this is new...
"Sasori! Over here!" Kisame was waving his hands like a madman, like they were on other ends of the continent. "Kisame, stop being an idiot." Itachi was sitting in front of him, reading a book. "Right...sorry, Itachi." Sasori walked over to where the two boys were. "Hullo, Itachi...Kisame..." Kisame gave a quick wave, but Itachi made no show of acknowledgeing his presense. "Don't worry about Itachi...he doesn't talk much." Kisame whispered in his ear. "Ah."
Right then, the door flung open, and in walked the teacher. "Sit down and shut up!" The woman glared at her students. "So, where's the new maggot who's supposed to be my student?" Sasori stared, wide eyed. She's worse than Kakashi. He timidly raised his hand, and she walked over to him. "So, punk, you're the new one? Sasori?" He nodded. "Too bad I'm not calling you Sasori. I'm gonna call you red-head. Cause your hair is red." She smirked, seeing Sasori's face darken. "Got a problem?" At that moment, Sasori wanted nothing more than to smack her in the face, but remembered his grandmother's words. "No.." She stood up, walking away from him. "Good. I am Anko Mitarashi. Call me anything else, and you'll get a math book in the face. Now, solve these problems." Anko wrote down three problems on the board. Sasori groaned to himself. Math sucks.
"Uchiha, number one."
"42." Itachi stated, without even looking up from his book.
"Yamanaka, number two."
A blonde girl looked up, obviously confused with the problem. "Uhh...25...?" Anko shook her head. "Jesus, are you retarded? It's 30. Spend less time on looking like a whore, and more time studying, Yamanaka." The girl turned three shades of red, and looked back down to her paper. She is definately worse than Kakashi. Much, much worse.
"And red-head. Try to impress me." Sighing, Sasori stared at the board. "Mmm." "Mmm? What the hell, does it look yummy to you, red-head?" He gritted his teeth. Kisame's right. Total bitch. "...130." Anko nodded. "Well, at least I don't have to deal with another retard." The other kids seemed to glare at Sasori for a minute. "Back to the board, everyone. Now, solve these."
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"See? Didn't I tell you that she was a total bitch?"
Sasori nodded. "Deidara's wrong. That was not an exaggeration." They were walking out of math class, Sasori headed for the art room. It was finally time for art. His favorite class ever since he was a little boy.
Kisame looked over to Itachi, who hadn't said a word the entire class. "Itachi, looks like you've got even more competition. He's cute, smart..."
"Shut up." Itachi was now glaring fiercely at both he and Sasori. Not wanting to start anything, Sasori backed away. "Well, uh...I have to go to class..." Deidara had told him how to get to the art room, and Sasori was grateful. If not, then he was guessing that Kisame would have led him, which meant Itachi would have went as well. And Sasori didn't want to deal with the jealous bitch of a weasel.
He was happy to get away from the two. Sasori had time to think about his first day of school. All in all, it had been pretty uneventful, but he wasn't looking forward to the rest of the year. Psychotic teachers and idiotic students. I'll be lucky if I live through the year...
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The smell of paint and crayons filled Sasori's nostrils as he entered the small artroom. It was such a delightful smell, to him at least. He had always been good at art, and wanted to make one great piece of work that would be everlasting, keeping up with the wears and tears of time. He noticed that each kid was working on something different, ranging from simple coloring to sculpting with wire. At a table in the back, Sasori saw Deidara's blonde hair, bent over, deep in concentration on working with something.
"Hello Deidara." Sasori sat down across from the blonde boy, trying to see what he was working on. "Oh. Hullo Sasori, yeah. How was the 'math class from hell,' yeah?"
"Exactly as you said it. It was the Math Class from Hell. The teacher is a fucking psychopath, no lie." Deidara raised his eyebrows. "I've heard things about her, but never actually believed them. But the way you said it, yeah, it does kinda sound believeable." Sasori nodded. "She's the devil reincarnated, I swear."
"Really. Well then, you'll have fun this year, yeah. Especially with the super jealous Itachi, and the super flirty Kisame, yeah." Deidara smirked as he said it. It was always funny to make fun of the two. He leaned back in his chair, finally satisfied with his work. In front of Deidara sat a small clay bird, each intricate detail attended to. Sasori stared at it for a few minutes, before directing his gaze towards Deidara.
"That's good." It seemed that Sasori had finally found a fellow artist to hang around, and he felt himself overcome with joy.
"Mmm." And, with one quick, sweeping motion, the bird was demolished, knocked to the floor. It shattered into tons of tiny pieces. However, no one in the room payed any attention to it. They were all used to it.
"What the hell did you do that for? I told you, it was good!" Instead of being overyjoyed, Sasori found himself getting irritated. It only doubled when the blonde shook his head. "You obviously don't understand true art, yeah. It's fleeting, only there for a moment, before disappearing, yeah. That's what art is."
"You're crazy. Art is eternal, lasting forever." Where the hell did Deidara get an idea like that? Fleeting? Only there for a second? Feh...
"Sure, Sasori. Of course it is, yeah." Sarcasm dripped from the boy's voice as he rolled his only visible eye. So many stupid people that don't appreciate true art, yeah.
"Whatever. You'll see in time what real art is." He didn't exactly feel like arguing with anyone at this point. They were silent for a little while, Deidara picking up the pieces of his bird and Sasori staring on. He knew it was too late in the class to really start anything, so he would start something tomorrow, and attempt to show that blonde what art really was.
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Once art was over, Deidara walked Sasori over to his locker, which just happened to be almost next to the blonde's. He groaned to himself. Damn. But he wouldn't be around it much, he knew. He barely brought anything to school in the first place, so it wouldn't matter whether he had a locker or not. He looked over to Deidara, who suddenly looked sort of nervous. "Hey...I take it you'll want to...walk me out of school or something...?"
Deidara quickly shook his head. "No...uhh, I'm...staying...after, yeah." Sasori arched his eyebrows questioningly. Deidara didn't seem like the type to stay after for anything. "What are you staying after for?"
"Uhh...extra...help? Yeah, that's it. Extra help...yeah." Sasori could tell the boy was lying through his teeth. "I've gotta go, or I'll be late, yeah. See you tomorrow." He waved, and quickly walked off.
"I wonder...where's he headed off to? Might as well follow and find out...I have nothing better to do.."
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Hmm. I think I made Anko a little too harsh. But whatever. ;D