(A/N: Hey all! Thanks for the reviews! Here's the next chappie! I hope I did a good job simulating the sixth period math class experience! Enjoy!)

The Naru-tachi walked down the hall, all but Sakura re-dressed in their borrowed uniforms.

They were a bit sweaty from P.E. so the cramped halls seemed warmer than usual.

"What's next?" Sasuke muttered.

"…math." Akane growled ferally.

"Don't like math I take it." Kankuro snickered.

Akane rounded on the puppet master, an aura about her so reminiscent of Gaara that he truly feared for his life.

"I hate mathALMOST as much as I hate all of YOU!" she snarled.

She stormed ahead.

"Don't worry, Kan-chan." Sora said weakly, patting his shoulder, "She'll...calm down after sixth."

To herself, she thought, "After all, she'll be able to smoke all she wants then!"

"Yeah." Hinode said in an unconvinced manner, "She just…needs to blow off some steam, that's all."

Privately, she mused, "After all, then she'll have total access to the liquor cabinet!"

"Somehow…I'm not too convinced." Kiba said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Sixth period.

Math.

With Wakabayashi Hiro: The most boring human being on the face of the planet.

Dull, mud-puddle brown hair.

Thick wire rimmed glasses.

Face like a bloodhound

Voice identical to Ben Stein: Monotone and Guaranteed to put ANYONE to sleep at the end of a school day.

Around the classroom, students were dropping like flies, soaring off to dreamland in harrier jets.

Even Gaara, the insomniac, didn't last long, as soon his face and desk met up for a nice long chat.

Wakabayashi didn't even notice, and continued on with his lecture about right, acute and obtuse angles without looking up from his Teacher's Edition.

"Ughhh…soooo boring…" Sakura thought, lids drooping, head sliding off of her palm.

Her eyes snapped open and she slapped herself a couple of times.

"No!" she chided, "Gotta stay focused! Just like Sasuk-HUH?"

Sasuke's head rested on his folded arms; he was snoring rather loudly.

Hinata had flitted off to dreamland five minutes ago.

Shewas currently in the middle of a rather pleasant dream, and by pleasant, I mean pleasant for her.

She was a housewife, not a ninja, a housewife, and Narutowas her loving husband(hey, her dream, not mine)

He had just returned from a long daysworkand their children (all FIVE of them) ran out to greet him.

But what was strange about the dream was that Naruto didn't look like Naruto.

Naruto looked like the Naruto plushie.

Shino was in the midst of a nightmare.

A figure swathed in black was chasing him down with the world's largest can of insecticide.

And Shino's chakra flow, I.E. life support, depends on his kikaiinsects.

So this is arather bad sitchy-ation he's in (hey, it's only a dream, dope) ((...shut up))

He managed to get behind whoever it was and remove the black robe.

It was Sasori.

He laughed at him maniacally as he sprayed him down with the insect killer.

"Nnn…geddaway…" he mumbled in his sleep.

Sasuke's dreams were predictable enough.

He found Itachi.

He confronted Itachi.

He killed Itachi.

He did a dance on Itachi's dead body.

He played soccer with Itachi's severed head.

Played knife games with Itachi's disembodied hands.

You know.

Predictable shit.

GAARA on the other hand, was slightly less anticipated.

Actually…the Kazekage's "dream" was more along the lines of a nightmare (for him!)

Poor insomniac.

The one time he actually falls asleep, he dreams of that of all things.

He groaned as though in pain, tossing in his sleep.

"St-top…don't…"

Naruto loomed over him…shirtless.

"Don't be such a tease, Tanuki-chan."

"I don't swing that way, Uzumaki!"

Naruto grinned down at him cheesily.

"Tanuki-chan! You're sucha kidder!" he snickered, "We've only been together for the past year and a half!"

Gaara's eyes snapped open and he shot out of his desk, flipping it as he crab walked into a corner.

The rest of the class, who had long since dozed off, snapped to attention and shot puzzled, drowsy looks at the former Shukaku holder.

He shot a murderous look at the still slumbering Naruto, who, until just seconds ago, he had been seated next to.

Naruto snored and burbled out the word, "Raaaaaaameeeennnn…"

Wakabayashi continued with his lecture as though nothing had occurred.

Kiba was having a wonderful dream.

He was playing in a field with Akamaru (normal sized), when Shino came along and challenged him to a fight.

HIM!

The All Powerful Inuzuka Kiba!

That baka had the balls to challenge the new Hokage of all people!

Naturally, Kiba took him down in a matter of seconds.

He grinned sloppily in his sleep.

"That''ll teach ya...mess with me." he mumbled happily.

Kankuro's dream wasn't quite as pleasant.

In it, he was being chased by Minagawa, who was laughing crazilly and whipping twoEnglishtextbooks as they galloped along (how do text books GALLOP?)

"Trying to ESCAPE are we?" he cackled.

"STOP IT!" Kankuro screamed, "WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?"

Laughing insanely Minagawa somehowcreated a tsunami of homework papers to roar towards the pupet master.

"DOUBLE HOMEWORK!" Minagawa howled, "A-HAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Kankuro woke up screaming, causing even more of a commotion than Gaara, but still not disturbing Wakabayashi from his private revelie.

Akane had her headphones on and hadn't heard the noise.

She continued to sleep peacefully, dreaming that she was in the comfortable setting of a mosh pit in one of her favorite dance clubs.

As she stumbled out of the mass of bodies, her lip bloodied, and made her way to the bar, the usual bartender greeted her with a cold one.

She now had a beer in one hand, a cig in the other.

Life was good.

She sighed contentedly in her sleep.

The majority of the class awake now, now stared with the glazed, unfocused stare of a dead fish.

The air room was muggy, stagnant, and heavy with the stink of sweat.

Why Wakabayashi refused to let them open the windows was a mystery.

Maybe the man just didn't possess sweat glands.

Even Temari was sweating and she was a desert dweller.

Akamaru couldn't stand to be on or near Kiba right now.

The extra heat was too much.

Kiba was about ready to keel over.

Sora doodled a picture and flashed it at Hinode across the room.

It was of random anime charas like Excel Excel, Miroku, and Jin destroying the wall clock as it begged for mercy.

Hinode covered her mouth as she held back a laugh, then held up a finger, indicating that Sora should hold on a minute.

Hinode quickly sketched out a doodle of her own and flashed at Sora.

It was a manga version of Akane, pumping the clock full of lead.

It was all Sora could do not to laugh.

Akane growled in her sleep.

The entire class stared at the clock.

Ten minutes…oh god.

It was too much.

Ten more minutes of THIS?

Of listening to this Ben Stein wannabe drone on-and-on-and-on without realizing how utterly and completely boring he is?

-Tik-Tok Tik-Tok Tik-Tok Tik-Tok Tik-TOK!-

"Come ON, ya stupid clock!" Kankuro thought desperately.

"Hurry up, hurry UH-UP!" Sakura thought wildly.

-BNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG-

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Akane snapped awake, guns drawn.

Naruto shot up, shouting, "HEY! WHERE'S MY RAMEN!"

Sasuke awoke screaming, "NOOOO! I DEFEATED HIM, GOD-DAMNIT! I DEFEATED HIM!"

"Come on, guys!" Sora smiled, grabbing Akane's headphone's and popping them out of her ears, "Schools out!"

"Yay!" Hinode cheered, "We're done! All that's left to do is kick back, relax and-"

"Do the mountain of homework Minagawa, Shiranui and Wakabayashi assigned you." Akane drawled.

"WHAT? OH NOOOO!"

(A/N: Just when they thought the torture session was over, they have a pile of homework the size of Mt. Everest! R&R!)