"What . . . are you doing?" Kakuzu asked, slowly walking towards the masochist standing on a roll-y chair.
"I'm scheming!" Hidan shouted with enthusiasm, almost falling of the chair. He continued to position the puny camera into the top corner of the room. "Now I can watch what happens!"
"Watch what?" Kakuzu wondered, moving a few steps to his left to get a better look at Hidan's figure. Damn he looked good in formal clothing . . .
"Sasori always blabs about all these hilarious things that happen in Grammar class between him and Dei-chan so I'm recording it . . . for my own pleasure," Hidan mumbled, biting his tongue while connecting the last wire.
"You really think our teacher won't notice?" Kakuzu chuckled lightly.
"Our teacher," Hidan said, turning around on the chair, "Is a fucking dingbat; the day she notices that I scratch out my test scores and write a 100 is the day when I ditch this dump forever."
Kakuzu stared at the wheels of the roll-y chair, raising his eyebrows. "You're going to fall, you know," he said.
"Am fucking not, asshole! Roll-y chairs are perfectly stable!" Hidan stated, rolling his eyes.
"Except when it rolls . . . ," Kakuzu mumbled, smirking at Hidan's middle finger.
Seconds later, Sasori came strolling in, whistling with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his navy blue polo shirt not tucked in. He caught sight of Hidan and stopped whistling.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sasori asked, taking off his belt.
"Nothing, nigriv," Hidan said, sticking out his tongue. Sasori smirked at his new nickname and sat down in a red roll-y chair.
"Roll-y chairs are for sitting, not standing, Hidan," Sasori chuckled, throwing his belt and shoes at Hidan.
"Well maybe you stop stripping, bitch," Hidan grumbled.
"I can strip all I want," Sasori said, unbuttoning the two buttons on the top of his polo.
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm sexy."
"Ho yeah, undyingly sexy," Kakuzu said sarcastically.
"You know it! The next person who walks into this room is the luckiest person in the world," Sasori sighed.
"And why is that?" Itachi asked, striding inside followed closely by Kisame, their hands interlocked.
"Because you get to see my sexy body," Sasori grinned, dancing slightly in his chair. Kisame laughed but Itachi rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile.
"It's not like you don't walk around the apartment half naked all the time, Sasori," Itachi said, chuckling softly. "I've had the 'honor' of seeing your body on several different occasions."
Sasori laughed as Itachi's eyes traveled up to Hidan, who now seemed to be trying to find a way jump off the roll-y chair.
"What in the blazes are you doing, Hidan?" Itachi said in a disbelieving tone.
"Trying to get down, weasel, shut it," Hidan mumbled, bending his knees as if to jump.
"You're going to fall," Sasori snickered.
"Am not, basterd!"
"Yeah you are, idiot," Itachi said. "You don't stand on a roll-y chair."
"Whatever, dipshit," Hidan murmured, glaring at the ground. Itachi smirked at Hidan, whispering something to Kisame, who burst out laughing.
"What?" Kakuzu asked, a dominant note of curiosity in his voice.
"I wanna know!" Sasori shouted, rolling toward the two.
"Hidan just looks like how he did when he was little," Itachi laughed. "You know, when his parents made him dress so formally all the time."
"SHUT UP, BITCH!" Hidan yelled, almost dramatically falling to the ground but caught himself at the last second.
"You had so much gel in your hair, it was adorable," Kisame snickered, eyeing Hidan for a reaction.
"SHUT IT! I'M GOING TO WRING YOUR LITTLE NEC-!" Hidan began to shout, but was cut off abruptly by the roll-y chair underneath him flying away, his body hovering in the air for a split second before starting to plummet toward the polished, marble floor.
Moving in a swift and easy motion, Kakuzu reached out both his arms and caught Hidan bridal style, smirking down at the petrified looking Hidan.
"H-Holy mother fucking shit, dude . . . th-that was pretty freaky . . . more like damn scary . . . ," Hidan whispered, his arms locked around Kakuzu's neck, clinging to him for dear life.
"Aw, is big bad Hidan afraid of falling?" Itachi snickered. Hidan tried his best to glare at Itachi as everyone erupted in laughter, causing a pink tinge to appear on his pale face.
"Sh-Shut it . . . there ain't nothin' wrong with being afraid of falling . . . ," Hidan grumbled, fighting to get Kakuzu to let go of him. "Drop me, damnit!"
"You were pretty locked on to me a minute ago," Kakuzu whispered, smirking.
"Yeah, you two look good like that," Itachi laughed, dodging quickly as Hidan launched himself at him, speeding down the hallways, Hidan's curses still distinguishable several minutes later.
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"Hey Dei," Chris said, smiling widely as he walked past the blonde, thumping him lightly on the head.
"Hey, jerkwad, un" Deidara grumbled, rubbing his head.
"Whatchya doin'?" Chris asked in a sing song voice, leaning in closer to Deidara to look at his computer screen.
"H-Homework, un," Deidara stated simply, pushing the brunette softly away from him. Chris smirked, leaning back in his chair. They sat like that for a while; the only sound in the room was the continuous clicks of keys on Deidara's keyboard.
"Ya know," Chris said, interrupting the silence, causing Deidara to jump slightly. "That Sasori guy . . . ."
Deidara stopped typing. He stared down at his fingers, which were resting softly on the keyboard, for a minute before pressing the save button on his document and turning towards Chris. "Wh-What about him, un?" Dei asked, his voice coming out much shakier than he would have liked.
Chris observed him for a few seconds before clearing his throat and saying, "Well, I was just thinking, ya know . . . he's kind of annoying."
"You just noticed, un?"
Chris chuckled softly, his courage building up, now sitting up straight in his chair. "No, but, what I'm trying to get at is . . . well, he obviously lik- no lov- no, I know, he's obviously obsessed with you."
Deidara felt his cheeks burn and quickly shook his head. "H-He's not . . . not obsessed with me, un. . . he just kind of-."
"Talks to you every time he sees you? Stares at you in all of our classes? Talks dirty about you in the locker room? An-."
"Wait, wait, wait, un! What was that last one?"
"You mean, talks dirty about you in the locker room?"
"Yeah! Wh-When th heck does he do that, un?" Deidara asked in bewilderment.
"All the time, it's easy to overhear him, though he's only talking to his friends, ya know, the weird ones," Chris scoffed, "Like the emo one, the blue one, the crazy religious guy, the guy with all those stitches, and that dude with way too many piercings . . . Damn, I hate all of them."
"You only hate them because a couple of them beat you up, un," Deidara responded, pouting slightly.
"Hm, yeah, I wonder why?" Chris said sarcastically.
"But they're all really nice, though, un . . . ," Deidara trailed off.
"All of them, eh?"
"Yes, un. All of them."
"Even Sasori?"
Deidara paused, opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, and then shut it once more. He knew his answer. Sasori actually was the kind of person that Deidara would like to be around, but to tell that to Chris would be equal to slapping him in the face.
"S-Sasori . . . has a weird way of showing it . . . but I-I can feel that he's actually . . . a very well mannered per-."
"Well mannered? Deidara, seriously . . . think of what he's done," Chris said, leaning towards the blonde.
"What do you mean? He hasn't . . . done anything, un," Deidara mumbled, chewing on his lip.
"Hm, oh yeah, you're right, except the fact that he's failing all his classes-!"
"He's not failing art, un-!"
"Beats people up!" Chris stated firmly.
"Oh Chris, really, you've got to let that go-."
"And has sex with everything that moves without a care at all!" Chris almost shouted, causing Deidara to clamp his mouth shut. Chris stared into Deidara's eyes, shaking his head. "C'mon Dei, think about it . . . ."
"I-I don't want to think about that side of him, un . . . ."
"That SIDE of him? Dei, that's all he's about!" Chris said, throwing his arms in the air.
"No he's no-!"
"He parades around the halls like he owns them and talks continuously about all of 'his bitches' he's banged! Geez Deidara, listen to what I'm saying! It's disgusting!" Chris half shouted.
The blonde sat there, the awkward silence stretching on to an almost unbearable length. Deidara felt like speaking several times before choosing not to. Maybe Chris was right . . . .
"Just think about what I said, okay?" Chris whispered soothingly to Deidara, rubbing his hand against Dei's arm before smiling and getting up.
"'Kay, un," Deidara murmured, his eyes locked on the ground. Chris paced out the door, closing it quietly behind him with a small 'click'. He smirked, pulling out his car keys.
"Perfect," Chris whispered in a satisfied tone, opening his car door, grinning back at his reflection.
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"You can do it, man," Kisame assured Sasori, patting him on the back.
"Are you sure?" Sasori asked for, once again, another confirmation. Hidan rolled his eyes.
"Dude, it's going to go so right that's it's wrong, no worries, cool it," Hidan said, leaning back in his chair.
"How is that supposed to make me feel better?" Sasori groaned.
"It's not, it's supposed to make you get off your prissy ass and go tell him you love him, dick head!" Hidan said, whacking Sasori on the side of his head.
"Okay, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it," Sasori chanted to himself, slowly rising from his chair. Right at that moment, Deidara walked into the room, laughing and chatting with some of his guy friends.
"I can't do it, I can't do iiittt," Sasori whined, falling immediately back into his chair. Itachi sighed, chuckling and rolling his eyes.
"My fucking JASHIN," Hidan growled. "Stop being such a damn pussy!" Hidan continuously whacked Sasori, standing up and beginning to beat him with a History book.
"Are-you-a-man-or-WHAT?" Hidan yelled with each hit, people in the room starting to stare and giggle at the scene.
"Hidan! HIDAN! Get in your seat and stop beating Mr. Akasuna with that book!" the teacher screeched.
"But he's being a damn pussy!"
"DETENTION!"
"Ah, fuck," Hidan cursed under his breath, getting off of Sasori and sitting in his seat.
"Now," the teacher began, eyeing Hidan and Sasori, "today we will be asking each other questions that we are interested in knowing about our peers."
"Why?" Hidan blurted out, raising his eyebrows. The teacher sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Because the principal-."
"Child molester," Sasori whispered to his friends, who chuckled underneath their breath.
"-asked all the Literature teachers to do this so peers may get along better."
All the students nodded, laughing and chatting with each other, already starting to think up questions to ask their fellow classmates. After the ten short minutes ticked by, the teacher hit her little bell on her desk and all the students turned and faced toward their teacher, waiting for her instructions.
"Now, I will choose two names out of the bowl, the first one is the asker and the second one is the one who answers. Okay?" the teacher said; all the students nodded, and she began.
The first few couples were slightly interesting, the one involving a girl in their class named Niko and Hidan was hilarious, and the last one was a really lame question, obviously resulting in a really lame answer.
"Chris . . . and Sasori," the teacher said, placing the scribbled on pieces of paper on her stool. Hidan 'oooh'ed quietly, snickering when he was hit playfully in the arm by a grinning Itachi.
Chris turned around in his chair and smirked at the also-smirking Sasori. Not even waiting a second, Chris asked, "In what way would you prefer to die?"
Sasori raised his eyebrows way up, laughing quietly along with everyone else. Though odd the question was, Sasori thought about it for only a few seconds before a way too satisfied smirk spread across his lips, causing Chris' face to fall slightly.
"Sweet death*," Sasori answered simply, his smirk broadening as the class erupted in fits of laughter.
Chris rolled his eyes and the teacher shouted another 'DETENTION!' as Sasori chuckled lightly.
Deidara stared quizzically around the room at the students giggling and chuckling at what Sasori had just said. Deidara turned around in his seat and asked towards Sasori his question.
"Wait, what's sweet death, un?" Deidara asked.
Sasori's eyes widened slightly before he and his friends burst into hysterical laughter. Deidara, not understanding anything at all, simply sat there quietly and blinked innocently, still not getting why everyone was laughing.
Sasori smirked at Deidara, licking his lips before saying, "Why don't you just come over to my apartment and I can show you."
All the guys except Deidara and Chris laughed again, Itachi saying, "Except for the dying part."
"I . . . don't get it, un," Deidara whispered pleadingly to his best friend, who just shook her head and laughed a bit before patting his head softly.
"Just forget it, Dei," Chris said behind Deidara, who turned back frontwards in his seat as Konan played with his hair.
"But I wanna knooow, uuunn," Deidara whined, kicking Chris' chair leg lightly.
"No. You. Don't," Chris and Konan said together, Konan giggling as Chris glared at her a turned back around in his chair.
"He's just jealous, Dei," Konan whispered in Deidara's ear, tying Deidara's signature ponytail on his head, combing her fingers through the soft locks.
"But I don't get it, un!" Deidara whined again, glaring slightly at Sasori's group as they erupted in laughter yet again.
"Good," Konan said simply, chuckling as she leaned back in her seat.