Even before the students entered the class, the sleek, black haired man was silent at his desk. He drummed his fingers on the table, looking over the students who had made it in time. Some seemed scared, and others seemed nervous, and then there were the nonchalant ones. Itachi could tell the emotions of each and everyone of them by every single movement they made. That was just how the human mind and body worked.
With her laptop in one hand and her itinerary in the other, Sakura scanned the sheet for her next class. "Oh boy, it's all the way down this hall. Thankfully, it is more fascinating than English," she thought. Her pink locks flowed back as she dashed to her Psychology class. Glancing at the schedule perpetually, Sakura understood that today's session taught Freud's view on mental disorders. Once all seats were filled, or most of them, Itachi opened his mouth, but made no move to stand up.
"Today we will start the semester off with mental disorders, but first; you do not want to break any of my rules. If you do, I'll have no mercy on you," he said to start off intimidating the students. He didn't particularly use fear, but his dark eyes made you not want to disobey him. His soul-piercing eyes kept every student attentive, including regular troublemakers. Mellow yet fierce conclusions of the mind entranced the pupils, from the violent behavior of psychos to the torment schizophrenics face. In fact, the lesson was rather successful, pupils believed they had one of the diseases. Right when Itachi shut his book, the bell rang. Coincidence? Maybe...
"Alright, that concludes today's class. Tomorrow will be a little different, but please pretend it's the same old class," he warned, beginning to tap his fingers on the desk as he read a few documents. That pink haired one, he thought, seems to have quite the head on her shoulders. Perhaps she's Naruto's new student... He shouldn't have a problem, then. She seemed well-behaved.
Convinced that the teacher was a medium, the class dazed out, filled with spectacular thoughts. Sakura, however, could not understand the outlandish concepts. She figured that tutoring would be necessary.
Itachi didn't notice that Sakura hadn't left, or at least, didn't lift his head to ask why she was staying. He signed off on a few papers, flipping through a folder, the boring part of being a psychology teacher. Sakura paused at his desk, unaware of the cute face she wore.
"Sensei, please don't take this the wrong way. I tried to pay attention," she held up scribbles, "and write notes, but this class is way over my head. Would you please explain it again?"
Itachi looked up from his papers, and then looked back down. After a moment's pause, he leaned back a little and brought his attention back to the student. "Well, let's see... The only time I don't have a class in here is at 6:30... If you come then, I'll go back over it in bigger detail. If you don't show up, I won't offer these lessons again," he finally answered.
"I'll be here! Thank you!" Sakura bowed, relief flooding her brain. All of her items were gathered in her arms, and she exited merrily.
"Good luck," Itachi muttered to himself, continuing to write down lesson plans for the future and maybe some extra homework to make sure Sakura had the lesson down.
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Naruto exited his classroom, for he didn't have another class for about four hours. Around this time, he'd usually hang around the school in the teacher's lounge, eating whatever he had packed for today. But today was a bit different, because he hadn't packed anything. That's what you got for having a bad memory... So, he found himself at a snack machine, scoping out the best looking treats. He could get three, but that was all he was allowing himself to eat! No more than three snack foods! Well, actually, that sounded really unhealthy anyways...
"Debating on your lunch? Geez, this place has terrible food," a voice remarked. Shika slyly leaned on the machine, with a disgusted look for its contents.
"Well, I usually take a lunch, but I forgot today. So, to the snack machine I went," Naruto explained while still searching for some good snacks, "Which three would you choose, if you had too?"
Honestly, Shikamaru would rather starve, but he pointed out three decent snacks.
Trusting his decisions, he ordered the three foods and hobbled back to the teacher's lounge with Shikamaru, He collapsed in a seat around an oval table and opened up one of the bags. He ate a chip and began a conversation, "I think I'll have more of a problem with every other student than the one I was anxious about..."
"Already?" With fiery eyes and a sinister look, Shika whispered, "It's pop quiz time."
Naruto looked at him with anxiety, tilting his head the other way. I don't want to though..., he thought to himself.
