No Dance On Roses. Chapter 4. A new day! Luck awaits, or…?
A little more violently than usual Sasori shut the door into his room. The slam made the lonely window tremble slightly. Sasori couldn't hide he was in a grumpy mode, but on the other hand, he was completely alone in the cramped room so who was there to hide it from? Even though the room was small and narrow, it was well organized. The books were placed in proper piles beside the clean bed and the small kitchen, which only contained of a small oven, three cupboards, and a not full-sized but not yet gnome-like fridge, were extremely clean. With another groan Sasori threw off his shoes, and began to strip out of the other clothes.
He just wanted some sleep and wake up in a new day, so he could forget this night. He knew that he needed a shower before he slept, or he would regret it in the morning. Sasori hated being dirty, and Hidan always claimed that he was unhealthy addicted to be clean and well-organized. Even though Sasori maybe never admitted it, a part of it was true. Sasori's greatest fear was chaos; a life where nothing was planned or you'll never knew what was going to come. Sasori needed the safety of routines to live, since his childhood had been very unstable.
Off he went to the shower, to cool himself down and clean that sweat away from his body. It didn't took long though, he was finished within a couple of minutes. With a developing headache dried himself with one of the identical towels, before putting it back where he had taken it.
Finally he got in the bed, and fell asleep almost immediately. Unaware of his luck not to have the room next to Itachi's, since their sound and noises kept their neighbours awake.
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Careless as Sasori been last night, he had forgotten to pull the curtains down. Which now resulted in bright morning sun right against his tired eyes. He groaned irritated, and pulled the pillow over his head. Sometimes he just wanted to turn that freaking sun off, like he could with his own lamps. But he realised it was time to get up, the clock beside his bed announced that it was already 9 AM. And yes, Sasori thought that was way too late.
Sundays, Sasori loved them. Last day of the weekend, where he just could relax, and no one would bother him since Hidan probably had a deadly headache, and all the other people Sasori knew could actually understand the word 'no'.
But it felt as he had forgotten something, something important. He rubbed his head slightly to remember what it was. He glanced at the clock again. 9.14 AM. It was then he realised what he had forgotten.
Blast! Today was today!
That didn't even make any sense for anybody who wasn't Sasori, but since Sasori actually was himself, he understood that he was in trouble. He knew that Kurenai, a professional dancer who a couple of years ago won the championship in 'Creative dances' and now was Sasori's personal teacher, was waiting for him in dance studio 3. Sasori was going to participate in Creative dances, but the only way for him to do so, was to find a partner. They didn't take in anybody under 21 in the solodances, but as long as you were older than 16 they let you dance in pairs.
Sasori was already late, and he hated being late. Kurenai had told him to be at studio 3 at 9.00 AM. For the preparations. The auditions would begin at 9.30.
Sasori hastily ran through the corridors, did a sharp turn and burst through the door.
"I'm sorry" He breathed heavily, but the black haired teacher didn't seem mad. She actually smiled against him. Probably she thought it was healthy for the young man to be late sometimes, he was otherwise very strictly at times. She thought that he might needed to loosen up a bit, have some fun. So, she just smiled and told him that he shouldn't worry, and take his seat instead.
It felt weird for Sasori, he never expected himself to develop so greatly that girls was waiting outside to compete to be his dance partner. He sighed and nodded against Kurenai, to show her he was ready. She smiled and tiptoed against the door, opened it and called in the first participant.
Sasori wasn't sure why Kurenai wanted him there; Kurenai was the one who had the last word. She could point at anybody and say ' Dance with her! ' and Sasori would do so. Regardless if Sasori hated the bitch or not.
After the seventh girl Sasori began to wonder where Konan was, she was the one he most likely would compete with. A talented female dancer with blue hair and piercings. Kurenai liked her, and Sasori could bear with her, she already had a boyfriend so she wouldn't bother him at least.
"Kurenai, do you know which number Konan has?"
Kurenai's face suddenly stiffened, and she clenched her teeth.
"She can't compete. She's pregnant."
Sasori suddenly choked, pregnant? Why!? He assumed that Pein was the father, an orange haired guy with piercings all over his body. But, then again, why? Why wasn't the world on his side today? He sighed heavily, but felt sorry for Konan too. Teen pregnancy, isn't very good when you reaching for the top.
Hours later Sasori stilled hadn't found a worthy partner.
"Sasori, if you want to you can leave" Kurenai told him, with a small faint smirk. " I won't tell anyone, I call you if I found someone interesting." Sasori nodded gratefully and rose up, to find a lonely place where he could study. Finally he reached the library, and he opened his book to read. The minutes started to flew away, and just after what felt like a couple of seconds he could feel his phone buzzing. He hastily leaved the library and answered.
"I found your partner, come here quick!"
She hung up right after that announcement.