"Hurry up Sasori!" a slightly irritated Deidara yelled from outside the auditorium. When he received no response, he huffed and leaned against the wall, gently banging his head against the vertical surface.
Moments later, Sasori calmly moved out into the hallway, standing in front of the blond for his response.
"Took you long enough, un."
Sasori remained silent and handed him a thin thread wrapped around a penny (that he'd just found on the way out) so Deidara couldn't loose track of it. "Patience is a virtue, Deidara," he said in a mocking tone.
"Like you have room to talk, Mr. Impatient, un!" The shorter sophomore only shrugged.
"Well, everything's set up for your art," Sasori told him, stressing art in such a way that showed his difference in opinion. Deidara peaked around the corner into the auditorium, which was the lucky host of his new project.
A first glance told that nothing was out of order, but in reality, clinging to the walls like spider webs were a long chain of needle-thin threads. Sasori had strung them up in a way that they wouldn't be in anyone's way, but also functional to his friend's purposes. They were also positioned that no one would see any of the strings unless they looked directly at them at the right angle, watching the individual lengths capture the light as it came into contact, yet even then it was hard to see them.
Deidara stared in awe at how well Sasori had set it up, but was determined not to let the redhead know this. "Oh, thanks, I guess, un," he said slowly, his face blank and unreadable.
"Uh-huh..." he murmured in response, though odd behavior wasn't something uncommon for Deidara. "Well, just give that thread your holding a good tug and everything should set off as planned. Exactly what are you planning, if I may ask?"
"I'm going to liberate the students of this school, un."
"Liberate?" He sighed. "I always knew you were insane."
"I am not, un! The school always calls on those stupid assemblies that nobody cares about, and pretty much bores the student body to death. I'm just going to... interrupt that process today."
"That settles it, I'm not going."
"You never go, un."
The actual case was that Sasori had no idea the school was holding one of their assemblies during sixth period, he hadn't been paying attention to the morning announcements, but what Deidara had said was true. He always managed to find a teacher who'd let him hang out in their class for the duration of the presentations.
The bell rung and interrupted his thoughts as the halls began to fill with high schoolers all heading in the same direction, all bearing the same less-than-enthusiastic expressions.
"Time for the fireworks," the blond stated as he rubbed his palms together with a manic look in his eyes. The half-alseep eyes of his friend rolled in response and began to drift away as Sasori turned to leave. "No Sasori no Danna! You must stay, un!"
The eyes rolled again, but he obeyed and came back to watch the events play out, though mostly out of boredom.
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Once the auditorium had been filled in by the students for the first wave of the assembly, the principal of the school, Tsunade Bakuto, a blond, noticeably large breasted woman, with an odd, diamond shaped birthmark in the center of her forehead and her hair in two adjacent ponytails, took the stage. She settled herself behind the podium and faced the students who were still talking. The assistant principal Shizune Hosa, a quiet woman with short black hair, silently stood in the background.
"Alright settle down!" she yelled out over the noise. There was no need for a microphone, as Tsunade was known for being quite loud when she wanted to be. The teenagers hushed themselves and awaited whatever she had to say to them.
"Alright students, as you know, the school district requires these assemblies every so often, or else I wouldn't be doing this right now, so you all are going to listen to what I'm about to tell you whether you like it or not." The principal sighed, and readjusted some papers that were sitting on the podium. "Today-"
She didn't get another word out because Deidara, still watching from outside, yanked on the string and set off a loud explosion. A small firecracker launched through the far end of the stage, blowing up a second later in a beautiful array of reds, blues, greens, yellows, and whites, only to fade as soon as it appeared. The students stared in awe and shock, mostly the later. As the brilliant colors faded, the smoke the came as a result did not, and drifted up to the ceiling where it set off the sprinkler system.
The students decided it was a good time to exit before the got soaked. On the other hand, their principal simple stood there in the downpour, fuming. Shizune scrambled out and held a plastic notebook over their heads as some protection. Tsunade glared in the general direction of the door, currently flooded with wet teenagers escaping the artificial rain, and yelled out.
"DEIDARA!"
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The blond's single visible blue eye went wide.
"Shit!" he cursed, and grabbed Sasori by the arm, whisking the two of them down the hall. "Run for it!"
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Huffing, Deidara and Sasori collasped in the back of the art room, (which Deidara had reopened with his pilfered key) out of view of anyone peeking through the door. He locked it from the inside just to make sure she wouldn't come in looking for them.
"You're gonna get us both killed one day," Sasori scolded. "And where'd you get that key from?"
"Hey, at least we escaped from Tsunade Kouchousensei, un. As for the key, never you mind." To emphasize his second statement, he shoved the key into his pocket and stuck his tongue out at Sasori, who decided not to reply.
After a few moments, Deidara spoke again. "Anyway, it was worth the risk, wasn't it, un? To have such a beautiful display right before your eyes, then watch it fade into insignificance, only a moment to enjoy it's wonders, un. That's true art."
"But it doesn't last. What's the point of creating something if you can't admire your work, if it's taken away in a heartbeat?" Sasori argued.
"But where's the fun in that? There's no desire for more, no adrenaline rush when you watch, un. It's just there!"
"It's also not a health hazard."
Deidara smirked. "You have to admit that was enjoyable, especially the look on Tsunade Kouchousensei's face, un."
Sasori stared silently, but slowly let a smile creep onto his face. "Yeah, it was."
Before either boy could comment, a bell rang followed by a brief announcement.' All students are to be in class within ten minutes. Any student who arrives tardy to that deadline, unless with a pass, is to be sent to the front office upon arrival to class.'
The two sophomores looked directly at each other, then, unlocking and locking the door again, rushed off to their sixth period class.
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After school, after the final bell had rung and most students were either on their way home, in their after school activities, or loitering outside, a small group began congregating towards a lone classroom on the far end of a barren hallway. Soon, eight figures were present in the dimly lit room. The door clicked as it was locked and two more figures appeared. One stood on a podium, facing the perviously gathered while the the other sat to their side.
The standing figure spoke. "The meeting of the Akatsuki Club will now begin."