Hey you guys. I hope that you guys enjoyed the last chapter. I made Sasori and Deidara's schedule exactly the same because there's this guy who has SIX PERIODS WITH ME! WTF? If they just switched the classes of his first two periods he would have my schedule! Gosh. -.- I'll give you a hint for the plotline. EVERY MOMENT THAT HAS THE SCENE IN SASORI OR DEIDARA'S POV HAS SIGNIFICANCE LATER ON. No matter how brief it is. Most of the big things thet I put in Author's POV are important too. Having that in mind, give me your thoughts on what you think is going to happen. Is it gonna be a rape? Or not? It all depends on how I feel, and your reviews control that somewhat! Could somebody tell me how to block anonymous comments? Whoever doesn't like this story, don't plague my page of reviews with your awful comments. As I always say, if you can't do better, don't critisize. I usually feel good on the days I have math for class because it so easy, and it's at the end of the day! I hope this story will turn out better than my other one, Gaara's Life with Moroki, which by the way, I want you to read and review on also. But it's not finished yet... ENJOY!
P.S. This is dedicated to all my readers, but mostly to XxPoisonDreamsxX who always reviews almost immediately after I post the chapters. Thank you!
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Deidara's POV
Blaaaaack. Blaaaaack. That was pretty much all I saw. There was this dull pain making my the back of my head throb. Almost five minutes later Sasori was shaking me violently back and forth, making my head and arms hurt. (Remember P.E.?) I opened my eyes but there was nothing but white in my vision.
"ARRRGH! STOP IT, UN!" I yelled moving my hands to cover my head. On the way it hit something slightly soft but not so.
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Author's POV
Sasori finally succeeded in getting Deidara onto the campus and outside the Shinobi History classroom. He lay her down on the floor and shook her shoulders as he looked at a nearby clock, Sasori was worried he would be late to class. So worried that he didn't notice how hard he was starting to shake Deidara. Her head was jerking back and forth. Deidara's eyes opened, but Sasori didn't notice. He just kept shaking her.
"STOP IT, UN!"
She brought her hands up to her head and smacked Sasori's nose. Deidara sat up holding her head and turning to Sasori as he clutched his now bleeding nose.
"What happened to you, un?" she asked. He glared at her.
"Just hurry up. We're going to be late for class. I hate to keep people waiting." Sasori said. "And I don't wan't you to scratch my attendance record."
Deidara giggled. Then they both stood up, Deidara with a grin on her face and Sasori clutching his nose. Sasori lead their way to the Shinobi History classroom and they took their seats side-by-side in the back like their other classes. A white haired teacher was sitting in his front desk staring at the chests of the girls in the front row. His face had a huge blush on it. But then he cleared his throat to signal the start as class.
"Hello. My name is Jiraiya, I'm the instructor of this history class. For those who didn't meet...um..." Jiraiya walked down the isles of desks next to Deidara. "Deidara...san? Is it? Deidara is the second level student in our school. Please welcome... them."
Everytime that Jiraiya paused, his eyes traveled downward... (Deidara hasn't hit puberty yet so Jiraiya can't identify her gender that way ;P) She didn't notice, but Sasori did, and his patience was brimming with rage. (Did that make sense to you? Brimming with rage like warriors is warcraft.. ;P) Heck, he didn't know WHY he was angry even though he was, he didn't even realize why he was glaring at him. Jiraiya's gaze traveled to the side and he found Sasori cracking his knuckles and glaring at him. Man! Those looks could kill! Slightly hyper-ventilating, Jiraiya made it back to his desk.
"Today we will learn about the history of the nine tailed demons. Now each one of the biggest shinobi villages had a bijuu that they sealed inside a person called a jinchuriki for their own benefit for power. (Sorry if I spelled that wrong.) Even today, you can find jinchuriki wandering around the earth."
Sasori raised his hand. (Apparently his nose stopped bleeding now.)
"Yes?"
"How do you know if there are still jinchuriki? How do you identify them?"
Jiraiya thought about this for a second. "On each one of the nine jinchuriki, there is a seal on their stomach in which hold the bijuu caged at the center of the chakra system. In rare occasions, (Flamers ignore because I think this is false and I made it up) the seal is on a different part of the body other than the stomach, so instead of powering up the whole chakra system, it would only give extreme power to that one body part or section of the body."
Deidara put her index finger on her chin processing the new information.
"Why do we need to learn this now?" she said. "I mean it's not like we're going do anything about this are we?"
"Just the standard preparations," Jiraiya said. "It's not like I want to teach this stuff. Now, I will give you each a worksheet on which you'll color in the nine bijuu and draw the correct amount of tails on each. Please open you desks, take out your textbooks and turn to page fifteen. Write the information you find on the set of lines to the corresponding bijuu."
He walked down the rows and passed out sheets of paper with pictures and lines.
"If you don't finish, it's homework. I want at least five descriptive senteces for each bijuu, fifteen minutes left, GO!"
The sounds of pencil scritching and page flipping sounded through the room. Sasori picked up his pencil and after a few swipes of he was done with the worksheet with quality good enough to get him well past an A+. Deidara however, took out her colored pencils and meticulously colored and shaded each bijuu with different blends of colors. Rolling his eyes and staring at the clock momentarily, Sasori started to pack up his belongings. Ten minutes later, Deidara was done with her worksheet and there were five minutes to go. She turned to Sasori and flicked his arm.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. He didn't seem to notice. He just kept staring at the clock. Deidara giggled and continued to flick at his arm. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Then the bell rang and Sasori abruptly stood up and she ended up getting his with his elbow. He turned to her and smirked.
"That was for slapping me. See you tommorow then."
And he rushed out before Deidara could say anything. Leaving the campus and making her way home, she pondered what would happen in the next week. Arriving at her house, Deidara tossed her backpack on the couch.
"HI INO-CHAN! I'm home and you can go to work now" she said as her look alike cousin with lighter hair walked out of the kitchen. "I don't get why you won't let me get a work permit. There's NOTHING to do at home when YOU are out working."
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Okay okay, it's VERY short. It's 'cause not enough people ever review. XxPoisonDreamsxX! I LOVE YOU! Thank you for rating me a twenty. You are my greatest inspiration! I dedicated this to you. Please please, review. I feel lonely.. And again, 1-20.
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