x. Teach me, Sakura-sensei! .x

Summary: Sakura had originally thought that tutoring a bunch of boys afterschool would be an easy and simple way to earn extra credits for university. But she soon realized that, being constantly molested and harrased wasn't exactly what she would describe as fun. All the more when she discovered there was a teacher and a tensai student hot on her trail too. Well, isn't her life just exciting?

Pairings: Various Sakura pairings.

Rated: T

A/N: Sorry, no replies this time, I'm exhausted. D:

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NOTICE:

BECAUSE I AM HAVING A (...sort of, kind of...) WRITER'S BLOCK, SO. I would like some more feedback from my dear readers, you, to enable me to continue this story in a way/tilted towards a way you would like! :D Therefore, I've put up a poll (which is in my profile), please go and drop a vote! Oh, in fact, it's two polls... but that helps me to get an even better idea of your opinions. You'd really help me continue this story by voting. It's only two clicks away~!

Of course, a review along with your vote would be absolutely lovely, but a vote is the least you can do for me! Now that all the (main) male characters are up, you have a nice idea of each pairing, which is also why I decided to put up the poll now instead of earlier or later.

Of course, if you'd like me to add another character into the story, you are completely welcome to say so; however, until I assess the plotline and character-relationships, I cannot guarantee that your character will be added into the fic. Especially not with my writer's block. D: But oh well, it's worth a try, right?

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Sakura took a step back gingerly, rubbing her wrists.

Puppet wires can actually kill people. It's not funny. Sakura was absolutely not happy that she had to experience that personally to come to this conclusion.

She stole a cursive glance at her bag, lying about a meter away from her; all her books were scattered out of it. Now, that's going to take some time to clean up. No way she can just grab her bag with half of her books out on the floor. But, it's not like she can escape the classroom even if her bag was securely in her hands anyway; the person called Deidara was blocking the doorway. In addition to a certain Sasori standing no more than five inches in front of her.

Maybe she can jump out of the window?

And die probably. It was the second floor after all. Well, perhaps she can't die, but at least severely injured anyway. Now, that wouldn't be a nice thing.

Sakura dismissed the notion of escaping through the window and glanced at her wrists, the marks made by the cords were clearly visible, and they were almost a shade of purple. She wouldn't want anyone to grab them in this state; they hurt enough already. She inched back again, trying to put as much distance between her and the boys as possible... which, really, wasn't much.

While Sakura was having all this inner struggle about jumping out of windows, Sasori and Deidara were having a heated conversation. They aren't enemies, no, but they really aren't the best of friends either.

"Whatever could you mean, Sasori," Deidara's lips were forming into a rather smug smirk, "Just interrupted your fun, hn?"

Sasori didn't seem to be affected, though, "By that, you've just announced your death wish."

"Have I, hn? My soul isn't one easy to reap, Sasori."

"We'll see about that."

Deidara, to Sakura's surprise (she couldn't help but overhear their conversation), leaned casually against the door frame, completely dismissing Sasori's threat, "You really shouldn't tempt my wrath, Sasori. Hn."

"I'll direct that sentence right back at you."

Deidara placed his hands in his pockets and merely smiled, "Your puppet materials," he paused, seeming to take his time to savor the change taking place on Sasori's face, "And some of your puppets, are in the art storage room, hn?"

"You wouldn't dare do anything to them."

"Oh dear," Deidara feigned alarm, "I'm afraid I already did?" He then smiled again, smirked, rather, and it wasn't exactly pleasant, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Just minor damage, maybe, but really nothing valuable was destroyed, hn. Hopefully."

Sasori bristled, "Deidara…"

Deidara laughed, "Don't put on such a scary face, Sasori, there's no need to get so angry, hn."

Sakura winced at the darkened expression on Sasori's face; she watched as his eyes flashed with piercing malice. Sasori stepped towards Deidara and the door. Deidara merely smirked and stepped aside, unblocking the doorway; it was like an impromptu act right out of a typical shounen anime. Sasori stormed past Deidara with a deathly aura engulfing him, and shot Deidara a very, very dangerous glare. Deidara merely tilted his head, seemingly amused.

Very very typical scene out of a shounen anime indeed. To add more to this shounen anime effect, Sasori decided to mutter "You'll pay for this!" and shook his fist as he walked through the door past Deidara. But this is not some typical shounen anime, so the above line could be ignored. It would make Sasori kind of OOC anyway. Well, not that Sasori wasn't kind of OOC already… but that really isn't the point here.

Anyway, disregarding the irrelevant details pertaining to typical shounen animes and whatnot, Haruno Sakura now, however, sensed trouble. Being alone in a classroom with a guy was always trouble. So, Haruno Sakura quickly weighed her options and decided that it was either to jump out of the window and die, or stay here and… well, basically, die. Die mentally at least. At least. But then again, jumping out of the window did not seem to be a very appealing option, and besides, Sakura was scared. Who in their right mind wouldn't be scared of jumping out of a window on the second floor? What if she didn't die? She'd at least break some bones, and that certainly would be painful. But if she did die, was it really worth it? And dying on the school grounds? How unsightly! If this person called Deidara didn't care to care and just left her corpse there, would she be left there the whole weekend? Crows or insects would probably come to feed away on her decaying dead body and she wouldn't like that. Besides if she really couldn't die, but broke bones and teeth instead, her life would be ruined anyway; what's left of Haruno Sakura if she has to be disabled for the rest of her life?

So, all in all, Sakura finally decided that jumping out of the window really, really wasn't an option, and stood rooted to her spot instead. Her heart was racing and cold sweat broke out over her. Deidara was blocking the door again and was currently scrutinizing the classroom. Well, she wan't going to get out of this anyway, so why bother troubling herself with revolting images of her own dead body?

"So, um," Sakura decided that standing there wasting time wasn't an option either and broke the uncomfortable silence first, "Ueda Deidara? What was your… subject?"

Deidara finally 'acknowledged' Sakura's existence and fixed his gaze on her (and, Sakura felt, began scrutinizing her as well), "Subject, hn?"

"Subject, you know," Sakura tried not to let her voice crack, "Your tutoring?"

"Oh," Deidara smirked in realization, "Chemistry, I believe, hn."

"Chemistry," Sakura nodded, "What is it that you're struggling with?"

"Hn…" Deidara seemed to ponder, "I guess it's because I keep blowing things up in the labs. Hn."

Sakura wondered how someone could admit blowing things up with such an indifferent tone; it was almost like exclaiming, "I create explosions and blow things up! YAY!"

Anyhow, Sakura was glad that she didn't have any science classes with this boy. Or any classes with him, for that matter. She decided to attack the acdemic topic right away, before they get distracted by… erm… certain elements.

"If you're blowing things up, that must mean you're not too familiar with atomic bondings?"

Deidara almost laughed in amusement, but he let out a quite chuckle instead, "Quite the contrary," he shrugged casually, "I'm afraid I'm too familiar with atomic bondings and chemical relations, hn."

Sakura was being mind blown inside. She now wondered more than ever if people were still sane in this world. Now, what Sakura understood from Deidara's statement was equivalent to him exclaiming, "I actually know how to create explosions and enjoy making them to blow things into tiny little pieces and destroy the world! YAAAY!"

All the abnormality aside, Sakura now wasn't sure how, exactly, to approach this topic since her 'student' just claimed that he understood the topic he was to be tutored on. So, she decided to make sure that this boy's brain was actually normal, that he didn't really just enjoy blowing things up, or so she fervently hoped.

"Are you implying that," Sakura tried to keep her voice calm (for she still held the imposing belief that she might be attacked), "You are creating the explosions intentionally?"

"I try to."

That wasn't really the reply that she was hoping for.

"Then what are you struggling with in Chemistry?"

Deidara tilted his head haughtily, "I'm an expert in chemistry, I must say, dear Haruno-san. I specialize in explosions and chemical bondings and reactions, hn."

Sakura actually wanted to jump out of that window now, "Then why would they schedule you for an after-school lession?"

"To annoy Sasori? Hn."

Sakura was completely dumbfounded. She could not think up an appropriate response to this reply. Her so-very-intelligent mind could not accept this sort of, well, illogical, (shall we call it?) reply. It by all means defied all definitions of intelligence and logic and, really, Sakura couldn't think of any description to attribute to it except, well, stupid.

Deidara shrugged again, "It was just a perfect coincidence," he swished the door close behind him, "Sasori always ruins my clay carvings; I love tampering with all of his puppets. Hn."

Oh, but to Sakura's dismay, her imposing belief that she will be attacked started to materialize before her.

Sakura tried taking a step back, but slammed right into the edge of a desk, which made her flinch and stumble off her balance. Deidara's movements were swift, very swift. Sakura couldn't help but let out a quiet yelp as he painfully closed his fingers around one of her injured wrists. She couldn't move her legs—they were pressed against the edge of the desk, which wasn't the least bit less painful than her trapped wrists. Sakura could hear her blood pounding in her ears and she stared up at the blond male warily.

"Don't make such a scared face, hn," Deidara leaned in close, so that Sakura stared straight into his blue orbs, but she was in no mood or state of mind to admire them now.

"Let me go," Sakura muttered through gritted teeth.

"Hn," Deidara smiled wryly, "I guess it's time to teach you some chemistry, then, sensei?"

Sakura swallowed hard. Where was that window when she needed it?

First it was that seductive caress at her ear, then across her cheek. Sakura was about to jerk away when a sensual caress up along her thighs made her gasp hoarsely and wince. Deidara smirked, although Sakura didn't see it, as he moved his mouth to her ear and licked it, sending a cold shiver down the girl's spine, which, Sakura obviously did not enjoy at all.

"This is called, saliva," Deidara whispered as he removed his tongue from the tip of her ear, "It contains ptyalin."

Sakura was going to point out that he's explaining biology rather than chemistry, but decided that it was stupid thing to do, and that right now it really wasn't the time to worry about such minor, insignificant things. There really were much more important and dire consequences to worry about right now.

Putting her hands in front of her and attempting to push the imposing male away, Sakura struggled to defend herself from being robbed of her innocence again. "Get away from me," she muttered in what she hoped was a dark and menacing voice. The edge of the table cut into her skin and she was eager to get away from it. Besides, she was eager to get away from the classroom anyway. How she really, really hated her life.

Deidara, on the other hand, didn't budge; of course, not that Sakura really thought he would. "But the lesson's not over yet, sensei," Deidara whispered with amusement and mockery, "We've still a lot to cover, hn."

Sakura wanted to scream, but not that it would help much, and she'll be deprived of all her dignity then. Ha! At a moment like this, she's thinking of dignity? Sakura doubted that she'll survive in society and that really, she wasn't as intelligent as she thought she was, or she claimed to be.

"Feel the surge of adrenaline?" Deidara continued, moving his fingers along her thighs, savoring the soft sensation.

Sakura gave a mighty push and broke free from Deidara and that table, but the blond was faster; he stretched out his arm and circled it around the girl's waist, hugging her from the back. Sakura drew in a sharp breath. She was in deep trouble now. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut hopelessly as she felt a caress along her thigh again, this time at the back, and finally the pressure settled on her womanhood, separated by the thin layer of fabric of her underwear. Cold lips pressed onto her bare neck and the deep voice of the male whispered again, "Do you know the cardiac cycle? Your heartbeat is now increased by epinephrine, hn."

Sakura fought to hold back the tears that threatened to form in her eyes. SHe raised her voice to prevent it from cracking, "Let me go! NOW!"

With her arms trapped tightly against her sides by the firm embrace of the blond male, Sakura squirmed to free herself; to no avail, of course. Her knees turned into jelly instantly as fingers pressed against her womanhood. She felt Deidara draw in a deep breath and shivered involuntarily. Cold fingers came in touch with her skin and Sakura felt them slip under the soft fabric that shielded her vagina; those slender fingers felt their way to her tender spot and teased her gently.

"Ahnn…" Sakura gasped, the sensation now too familiar to her, her legs were wobbly and she actually leaned onto the arm that held her captive to prevent her knees from giving away.

The boy was silent now as those fingers continued to press against her, caress and push softly. Sakura couldn't believe it, she was panting, and as she bit her lower lip, she felt lips and tongue passing over the base of her neck, teeth nipping her skin gently. He was teasing her, and she hated it so badly. She hated his touch, his invasion of her privacy; she hated his teasing, the soft touches that teased her, never fully pushing into her tingling womanhood; she hated it, Sakura bit her lip harder to stop the moan, and she loathed herself for wanting to cry out, "More!"

That was when the door swished open, and as Sakura rested her gaze upon the doorway, a very angry-looking and fuming Sasori stood there, looking ready to skin someone alive.

Sakura had never felt so relieved.

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Finally finished! *drops dead* I really really hope you enjoyed it! D:

I don't think I can deal with the stress anymore. That's probably why I haven't been updating. D: Too much work. ARGH.

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