Shinobi Highschool for Gifted Individuals Chapter 6: Waving in red, Weapons, and YOUR MOM!, a naruto fanfic

Okay! My computer got a virus so my mom rebooted it and I lost ALL MY INFORMATION!!! OH MY GOD! Reveiw in pity for this foll who took their comp for granted. I reall regret it. And the option of uploading it unfinished was not open since the internet closed the moment I clicked the icon. So, as the pitiful fool who would be even more of a fool because of self-pity, I need you to pity me for me. Also, my comp is old so some of the buttons are REALLY broken, please do not mid the grammatical errors. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I appologize to the people who read the words at maximum size becuase my lines are actually three or four lines big, I can't measure it correctly and I'm too lazy to fix it. Flame me for it and I will ignore, people who lurve! I will reward you with cakes!

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Deidara had finished slaving over painting and molding Sasori's hair. It was a beautiful shade of red, almost like her favorite food.

Dei's POV

It looks almost like blood... BUT! I can't eat it. It'd probably blow up at the first touch of water, being dry right now. Now on the body, I can expect at least part of it is a puppet since I knocked off his arm. Okay then. I'll make him a puppet. First I veeeery carefully put Sasori's face onto the frontal portion of the face. Then I made the stringy thingy things I saw on his neck and I made the round joints, like the elbows knees, and ect. that looked like they had screws going through them.

"So cute, un!" I said unknowingly. Sasori ignored my comment and continued on his sculpture. Aaaaalmoooost dooooonee. I placed his head on the topmost part of the neck, and finished! It looks great. I hope he likes it, but it's far from Valentines day... ah well I might as well keep it till then. I just sat there staring and my perfectly and newly finished Sasori sculpture. It was SOO beautiful. But then, SOMEBODY took my mini statue!! I stood up and turned around.

"Hey! Give it back dumbshit, un!"

There stood the group of idiots that shoved Sasori in my locker. Why they have art, I shall never know. It seems that their group looks bigger in the classroom than the hallway.

"Hey! It's that little girly that punked you up Buster!" a guy said as they tossed my sculpture around. The assholes.

Sasori's POV

The same imbeciles that picked on me today were now tossing around what Deidara had made. I finished up the clay doll I made of her and placed in a safe place called: under the desk. I could almost see her emotions, murderous intent that was steadily building up due to serious idiocy of others. I felt bad for the group. She stuck both her hands in her pockets and took out crumb sized pieces of clay. Her hands glowed blue for second, then returned to normal.

"You have five seconds to give it back, un. Or ELSE!"

"Or else what pansy?" Buster taunted. " You gonna give us clay pimples?"

The group laughed and high-fives went 'round. Deidara crossed her arms over her chest, almost like she was controlling a puppet with chakra strings, and flung the clay at them. Each piece stuck firmly on each one of their forehead.

"KATSU!"

Each one of their head made an explosion twelve yards in diameter.

"ARH! WHAT THE FUCK!"

I smirked. What an interesting day. I picked up my half-dried possession from the floor.

Author's POV

Kurenai apparently had seen the explosions, but not who caused them. All she thought happened was that somebody had lit one of the clay pieces on fire.

"EVERYBODY OUT OF THE CLASSROOM!" she yelled shoving a couple students out the door. Deidara took this chance to to grab her prized possession from the hands of the bumbling idiots and then followed Sasori out of the classroom. They all grouped up in front of the smokey classroom and waited for Kurenai to exit the room. When she finally came out, she was coughing and trailing out the after affect of Deidara's bombs.

"Everybody, art class is cancelled until further notice under my authority. You are excused, but if your next period teachers alert me that you are absent, it's a Saturday class with Anko. Whoever became burned or injured, take yourself to the nurses office."

The art class split up to get ready for their next classes. Deidara and Sasori went down south of the hallway to get to their lockers, which happened to be right in front of the foreighn language classroom. They took out their Japanese translation dictionaries and waited outside of the classroom for the bell to ring, and class to start.

--about twenty minutes later--

The bell rang, the elder highschoolers filed out of the foreighn language classrooms, Deidara and Sasori walked in the Japanese classroom, and sat at two seats in the back. Itachi came in soon after with a group of Itachi fangirls trying to glomp him. He sat down on the other side of Deidara. (From the teacher's view, it went left to right, Sasori, Deidara, and Itachi.) In a few minutes, the classroom filled up with boys and girls. The teacher was a black-haired lady wearing a dress with some kind of fan on the back. She waved at Itachi with a big smile on her face. Deidara giggled as she set her sculpture inside of her desk, and Sasori smirked as Itachi just lay down his head and pounded into his desk.

"Good evening students!" the teacher said. "I am Mrs. Uchiha! It's nice to see some of you again, I will take roll call. And I remind you, ANY misbehaving will be swiftly and PAINFULLY taken care of." She added when a girl crept up behind Itachi.

Itachi took out a kunai and mischeviously sharpened it under his desk.

"Sai-kun!"

An Itachi look alike raised his hand.

"Deidara...san?"

She raised her hand.

"Sasori-kun?"

He raised his hand.

"Ita-chan!"

Itachi's forehead and elbow crashed through his desk.

"Okay!" Mrs. Uchiha said. "Everybody is here. Now, take the reading book out of your desks. Read through chapter nine. I expect you to memorize it. Tomorrow we will have a quiz on it. For homework, each one of you will have to translate an assigned sentence."

Everybody, including the crazed Itachi fangirls took out their books and started reading. Well, except for Itachi and Sasori. Itachi ran his kunai through his hair, a wonder that none fell to the ground. Sasori took out a different book and started to read. Deidara however, obeyed the teacher and read from her textbook.

Deidara's POV

This book is SO BORING! I mean, yeah, I'm learning, but how? So boring...Romanji..Kanji...manji..MANGA! A great way to learn Japanese. I turned to Sasori...He was reading a manga, so I guess I should be fine. Then I took out the book the he gave me from my pocket. How it fit in there..I dunno. Skip Beat... Kyoko wants to join the business, so she tries to get into LME. After blackmailing and threatening, she finally gets the application sheet for the try-outs. But as she is exiting the building, she bumps into the Ren Tsuruga guy again. Kyoko tells him she's joining for revenge, but then Ren says guts aren't everything. She walks home and can't stop thinking about wht he said. The next day, the day of the try-outs, she asked her tai-sho for something and heads off to LME. She meets this REALLY strange lady that's REALLY mean and weird. Turns out that the same person could read and memorize a whole book within seconds! When it's Kyoko's turn, she took out the knife that she asked her tai-sho for that morning and a daikon radish and did a Japanese cuisine technique only known by the master chefs and amazed LME's president. She got to the next test, but failed because she lost an important emotion called love. Kyoko goes home and did something that she hasn't done in years. She cried. Cried like when her mother left her, all alone. Like me. All alone, mom and dad both gone. AAAnd Skip Beat volume one is finished! I closed the book and put it down. Then I absentmindedly stared at the back of the book. Until Sasori stabbed my shoulder.

Sasori's POV

I peeked over at Deidara. Skip beat was face down on her desk, her face was so.. so.. forelorn. It kinda disturbed me and I couldn't help but poke her shoulder when Mrs. Uchiha called her name.

"DEIDARA!"

"Huh, un?"

"Geez, pay attention." she said. "For homework, translate the following sentence: Flowing, spikey and red, it reminds me of something."

"Flowing, spikey and red.. it reminds me of something, un. Got it."

"Moving on. Sasori-kun." Mrs. Uchiha continued. "Your sentence is: Gold and glowing, like the sun, it brightens up my day."

"Yeah." I replied. "I got it."

Then she continued to call on people and assign them random sentences from her teacher's guide. Soon, class was over. Itachi bade us a short farewell, he was going to woodshop. Deidara and Sasori, however walked through the hallways and somehow ended up at the school entrance.

"Woo! Free period, un."

"Yeah. What now?"

"I don't know, un." Deidara replied. "I'm not having a problems in any classes. I COULD pay Iruka's detention early, but I don't wanna, un."

"We could ditch the campus and go to the museum." Sasori said. "You want to go?"

She put up a thoughtful pose.

"I dunno. If it's recommended by one of the smartest kids, then I guess so, un."

They started walking out the door when Deidara asked a question.

"How far away is it, un?"

Sasori put a finger on his chin and calculated.

"About half a mile I guess."

"But that's to faaar" she said pouting. "How 'bout we fly, un!"

When he in turn gave her a "I-think-you're-going-crazy" look, Deidara rolled her eyes and searched her pockets for clay. In the end, she could only find half a handful.

"I guess this will do." She said. Deidara took off her left glove and fed the clay to her mouth so it could mold it. In few seconds, a deformed bird was sitting on the palm of Deidara's hand. Replacing the glove on her hand, she made a few handsigns and her clay bird turned into a size to fit both she and Sasori.

"Come on Sasori-kun, un. We can make it there in no time!"

With Sasori's directing and Deidara steering the bird through the skies, they both made it to the museum within five minutes.

"Half an hour should be enough to visit at least half the museum." Sasori stated. He lead Deidara over to the entrance/exit.

"How much does it cost for admission, un?"

He ignored her, walked in and went up to the front desk.

"Sasori-kun! Are you here for a visit? My shift doesn't end until 'bout three." the girl brown-haired said, glancing at Deidara. "Brought a friend did ja?"

Sasori wordlessly nodded his head and motioned for Deidara to follow him inside.

"What was that about, un?" Deidara said. "What was that about the shift?"

Sasori sighed as he walked down the hallway to his right. "I work here after school. "Ayame works the shift before mine."

She followed him subconciously as she tried to process this information. They walked through various rooms and hallways, looking at paintings and models... Sasori was explaining who made the art, what type of art it was, and blah blah blah... Deidara was half asleep as he lead her into a room with no lights on and on the door a sign read: "no entry unless guided by an employee."

Deidara's POV

Sasori just yakked and yakked about some art that didn't even MOVE. I just followed him 'round and 'round trying not to fall asleep. We walked into a dark room that had a door that said something. It was dark... it made me sleepier.. (I know that's not a word...) He started yelling a little, but it wasn't really loud so I didn't think it was directed by me.

"Sasori..." I said. Then I felt something smack the back of my head, and being so sleepy, I just flumped down onto the floor... and that's the last thing I remember...

Sasori's POV

Some idiots were having a sword fight with the weapons on display.

"OUT YOU FOOLS!" I yelled. "BEFORE I USE ONE TO REAP YOUR SOULS!" (Corny isn't it?)

I grabbed a stick from next to the door, smacked the weapons out of their hands, smacked them out of the room, and unfortunately...smacked Deidara over the head.

"Crap."

OMFG! OMFG! OM- wait, why am I getting so upset by hitting Deidara with a stick? She'll be fine. I stepped over the various foreighn objects on the floor, made it to the switch, and turned on the lights in the room. Then I shut the door and locked it. Looking around, all the weapons, once hanging on the walls in the display cases, were now strewn all over the floor with Deidara laying on a pile of pitchforks and guns.

Author's POV

Sasori gasped in worry. He rushed over to Deidara and somehow lifted her off of the highly dangerous pile of weapons. Inspecting her, Sasori thankfully only found a couple tears in her jeans and shirt. Deidara sat unconscious in a corner while he spent the rest of free period cleaning up the room and dragging Deidara back to school.

Sorry for all the shortness. I had a writers block. Anyways, the reason for the shortness is because I finally had five positive reviews for the fifth chapter! Also, from now on, if you like my story, could you rate it 1-20? I would like it if you did that. People who just started reading my story, please ignore all my comments until the third or so chapter.