Hey there everyone. I'm sorry it has taken me so long to get another chapter up, but I had a week of hell at school because all my teachers have decided to cram everything in before midterms. Thanks for all the reviews so far. Here is chapter seven.

Uncharted Sectors of the Cerebrum

It was around 1:20pm now, and Sasori was currently lying rather impatiently on Sakura's bed smoking a joint. They came to the girls dorms so Sakura could change into one of her new uniforms before going to lunch. Technically, the dorm rules stated that guys weren't allowed in the girl dorms and that girls weren't allowed in the guy dorms, but Sasori was never really the type for rules.

"Come on Mary; it doesn't take that long to put on a dress," Sasori stated annoyed.

"I'm coming," Sakura assured him as she stepped out of the bathroom into her room. Sasori then tilted his head to glance at Sakura, as if he was about to make a comment on how long it took her to change, but instead found that he was unable to speak a single syllable as he stared at her with his mouth slightly agape. His eyes roamed up and down her new uniform that fitted to every curve of her body perfectly. She had on a classic Catholic school jumper with a short sleeved white collared shirt underneath it, a pair of regular old saddle shoes, and a pair of stockings that displayed her well defined legs. "What, do I look bad," Sakura asked unconfidently to the guy staring at her strangely.

"N-no," was all that Sasori could stammer out as he continued to fixate on the radiant girl in front of him. She was elegant and delicate looking, but was alluring and enticing as well. Sasori couldn't help but feel himself slightly loosing control of his body as he gazed at her, but couldn't force himself to look away, no matter what his mind told him. He had subconsciously promised her to Deidara, but felt his own needs kicking in. As he internally battled out his confusion on how to proceed he felt a pain of guilt and shame wash over him, not from the possibility of hurting Deidara, but from his own insolence. As he continued to gaze at the beauty across from him, he realized that she was far to divine of a creature to think of her being in any compromising position with him. He felt dirty for his body's betrayal, and soon enough found himself starting to compose himself courtly. Sasori had never felt bad about his body's desires before, but Sakura was different than the girls that Sasori was use to. Sasori unintentionally tended to leave the innocent girls alone, and he finally understood why. He couldn't bring himself to corrupt such a heavenly thing, nor did he want anyone else to, including Deidara.

"Are you okay Sasori? You look kind of out of it," Sakura stated with concern.

"Oh, yeah...I'm fine, Mary," Sasori assured her with a slight smile. He couldn't bring himself to smirk at her right now because of all the sorrow he was feeling about the day that they had in front of them. Sasori knew that the other boys at the school would look at her the same lusty way he just had, and this depressed him to no end. He couldn't help feeling a little like Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the Rye; wanting to do nothing but protect and shelter her from the cold world.

"Good, so what now," Sakura asked with a happy smile gracing her face as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to Sasori's lying form.

"Well, I was thinking we should go get lunch, but I'm not so sure anymore," Sasori stated sadly with an ever growing frown on his face.

"Why not," Sakura curiously asked raising a pink eyebrow.

"Ah, never mind," Sasori said as he sat up and gave her a fake smile, while he was continuing to frown on the inside. There was a reason to why Sasori was uneasy about going to the Cafeteria, but he wasn't about to explain it to her because he didn't feel she would understand.

"Okay...are you sure you're fine Sasori? You're acting a lot different than before," she pointed out with worry in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I just need something to ease my mind," Sasori replied honestly, losing the fake smile that was on his face. It was true, Sasori had slipped into a somewhat depressed stated due to the fact that he could definitely use a drink and some drugs. He had been smoking a joint while waiting for her, but his body was so use to marijuana by now that it didn't have that much of an impact on him anymore. Sasori had claimed that he used drugs because he enjoyed them, but that wasn't entirely true. He enjoyed them, but his main reason behind using them was a lot different than what he led people to believe. Deidara was the only one that knew the truth, and that was how Sasori had planed to keep it. Sasori had a very complicated life that many could never begin to understand. He had subliminal scars that ran deep, and he chose to mask them from the world. He was a screwed up person, and continuously suffered due to it. Sasori was constantly high because he would other wise sink into a deep depression. He feared his ingenious mind and its ability to understand concepts that humans shouldn't ever be able to comprehend. He feared the radical thoughts that constantly poured out of his mind. He feared the ghosts of his past. But, mostly he feared complete and utter loneliness.

It was a few seconds after Sasori unsuccessfully assured her that he was fine that Sakura leaned over and kissed Sasori on the cheek while pulling him into a friendly embrace to comfort him from the look of distraught that had found its way onto his angelic face. She wasn't sure what was bothering Sasori, but she did what she could to help ease his inner torment. He smiled at her kindness and returned the hug. They broke apart after a minute or so and neither one said anything as they sat there just staring at one another in a comfortable silence. Nothing needed to be said because Sakura could see the appreciation in his eyes. She didn't know him well, but she could tell that he was a good person underneath whatever pain it was that he held.

After a little while of just looking at one another, Sasori was the first speak. "We should go before we miss lunch."

"Yeah, you're right," Sakura responded, but kept her eyes locked on Sasori the whole time she said it. He was a truly fascinating person, but she could tell that he held many dark secrets that she would never come to know or understand. It was good to be able to trust someone and share personal things with them, but some things were best left in the darkness of whence they came. Sakura understood this, but couldn't help her feelings of curiosity and empathy for the redhead. She promised herself that one day she would figure some things out and help him to her best ability, but that day wasn't today and she didn't want to dwell on the subject any longer. She slowly rose to her feet and reached a hand out to help Sasori up. He gladly accepted it, and they quietly headed out of the room.

I liked this chapter because it was sort of different, and it was definitely inspired by Coldplay. It was more serious and we got to see a tad bit more into Sasori's mind. But, we have only scratched the surface on him. Also, incase your getting confused by Sakura and Sasori, they're just friends but Sasori is very much attracted to her, and feels bad because of it. I'll try to update soon, and incorporate more characters. Please review!