Shinobi Highschool for Gifted Individuals Chapter 9: Sasori, the Sand Sibs, Deidara, and Ino, a naruto fanfic

I am overly joyous! My friend has finally forgiven me! For what seems to you a short period time, to me it felt like an eternity! Words cannot express the things that overwhelm me! However, I still have yet to gain back her trust. Warning, if you have not gotten past the chunnin exams, beware of Gaara SPOILERS!!! (Anime spoilers I meant.) Fifth graders and below should skip this chapter because it contains... bad language okay? And terms that you won't know about unless you had THE TALK early due to irresponsible and lazy parenting, or you already knew becuase you read this kind of stuff (You young sickos!) or you have seen that anatomy movie that you shouldn't have yet... -Hums the tune when the kids go "Just around the corner"-

XxPoisonDreamsxX - So you to, have experienced this. I shall make this chapter a hopefully great one for our suffering.

Kurotorachan - You have not reviewed for a long time, so I had temporarily forgotten about you. Thank you for reviewing again. I'm was feeling emo, but I think I will stick with nosebleeds. :)

jadafox2 - ...Such redundancy... twitches at gramatical errors... Here's the update that you so excitedly asked for. No offense, hopefully to both of us.

Thank you all for being so understanding. Ugh. Hopefully this crappy comp won't virus AGAIN. (It did it five or six times in row already.) Age is nothing but a number. That's what I found on my Dove candy wrapper.

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Sasori's POV

I was absently tossing the vegetables in the frying pan when it happened again.

"WAAHARGH!"

"KANKURO! Stop poking Gaara while he's sleeping! How many times do I have to tell you?!"

Then I brought the pan off the stovetop and flicked vegetables on the plates situated on the tables before replacing it. SMACK! The sound echoed through the house as Temari smacked Kankuro across the head with that atrocious fan of hers.

"Come in the kitchen for lunch."

Kankuro walked in rubbing his head, Temari with Gaara in her right arm, twenty pound, seven foot long fan in the other. She set Gaara down in his highchair and took a seat in the middle of her younger brothers. I handed out the utensils, gave them the you'd-better-eat-it-or-else look, and walked out of the kitchen just to flump down on the couch. You're probably wondering why I live with these five, four, and three year-old toddlers. Long story, actually. Let me first introduce them. Temari, the oldest of the siblings is five years old. She has the strength that can lift that huge fan that weighs close to as much as Gaara does. Temari's is a gifted genius that can only be matched by her playmate, Shikamaru. They can both help me with my homework if I ever asked them to. Kankuro is the middle child, often yearning for attention and teasing Gaara. He is an extreme klutz that is able to break anything on contact. However, I see potential in the midst of his idiocy. Gaara, the youngest of the three, just happens to be three. He has really messy hair like his dad and mine. But, he has my dad's hair, seeing how it is a deep shade of red. Now, for their history. Temari was a two year old that connected and witheld the peace between Konoha and Suna, just by being Shikamaru's friend. (I'm just making Shika Temari's age in this story BTW) Kankuro was one year old and neglected because of Temari and their mom still pregnant with Gaara. A couple months after Gaara was conceived, my grandma put Shukaku into Gaara. When Gaara was born, their mom died as a result. Temari knew of this, but understood that it wasn't Gaara's fault and loved him like a little brother should be. Kankuro however, being the idiot he is, took to teasing him as a way of showing his brotherly affection. Their dad hated him and dumped him off at his wife's brother, Yashamaru. Yashamaru hated Gaara for taking the life of his beloved sister and tried to kill him, failing and dying in the process. Now I was about fourteen at this time and my parents had already died. Gaara had just turned one and grandma had just been assasinated. Then all three were back with their dad. Half a year ago, their dad was assasinated and here we are now.

"Sasori-niisan! We're done eating now!" The older two chorused. I sighed and reluctantly got off the couch. Walking into the dining room, I twitched my hand the had chakra strings attatched to the flying plate to stop it in midair. But my strings couldn't catch every vegetable that shot off the plate onto me. Temari and Kankuro had clear plates, Gaara was sleeping on his highchair, and he had chakra surrounding him that seemed like it was laughing at me. The few pieces of his lunch on my head burned to ashes.

"SHUKAKU!!"

Author's POV

At Deidara's house, she swear she could hear the cursing of a demon. Shrugging her shoulders, she went back to pondering how to translate the sentence that Mrs. Uchiha had assigned her. Flowing, spikey and red, it reminds me of something...

"What kind of crap is that sentence, un?! Geez!"

She rolled around on her bed with a paper full of scribbles in her hands, and scratched her head in frustration. Deidara's hair was getting messy. She took the bandages off her arms and absently licked her new scars while she was deep in thought. Deidara finally made a decision.

"I give UP! I don't care if she told me not to, un. I'm cheating anyway!"

She twisted the scope on her eye a couple of degrees to the left until the words that she scribbled onto paper morphed into romanji. (I'm not sure if this is true or not. Just putting it here.)

"Ahah! What now, un?" (Sounded like she's taunting her homework..)

Deidara reread the paper through her right eye and smirked to herself. She copied the romanji onto another piece of paper. (Yes, I know, in the anime/manga, Deidara has the camera thingy on his left eye. I know, but this Dei is a girl! Things are opposite in this story..)

"Done with homework, un." she said. Then she put the paper on her dresser, shoved the stuff off her bed, and went to sleep.

At the very same time, Sasori was stuffing his paper in his backpack that he forgot to bring to school that day. He tossed it in the air and it hung itself on a hook on the wall. Sasori sighed with relief as he flung himself facedown on his bed, the young blonde in his mind. Shaking his troubled mind off that thought, he said to himself,

"This'll be an interesting year. Sweet dreams, Dei-chan."

He flipped himself over, made a few handseals, and was soon dead asleep.

-The next day-

Deidara slept soundly in her bed, the clock on her dresser sang its alarm telling Deidara that it was time to get up, at seven it was. Her face scrunched up at the disturbing beeping noise and just turned the other way and covered her head with her blanket. That is, until her cousin came barging into her room.

"DEIDARA! WAKE THE HELL UP! YOU'LL BE LATE AND I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU HAVE A TARDY ON YOU ATTENDANCE RECORD!"

Ino yanked the blanket off of Deidara leaving her cousin to shiver and glare at her, earning a glare back. Deidara groaned and got off from her bed.

"Alright alright, un. I'll go take a shower first."

Her cousin rolled her eyes and made her bed as Deidara walked into the bathroom and took a shower. She sung a song by a random person.

She toweled herself off, exited the restroom and dressed herself. Deidara put on a red t-shirt and camo jeans with at least seven pockets on each leg. She grabbed her Japanese homework off her dresser and shoved it into her biggest pocket. Deidara walked outside of her room into the kitchen nearby. Her hair dried and miraculously turned smooth, shiny, and untangled. Sitting herself down in front of breakfast, Deidara put on her gloves, ate, took a housekey off of the table, and murmured good-bye to Ino, who had already left for college. As she was walking to school, one Sasori had a red collar around his neck, a black, long sleeved hooded shirt with a white broken heart in the middle, and navy blue jeans, was cooking breakfast for the sleeping sand siblings. Finishing up, he snatched his backpack that was hanging off a chair and headed to school. The two walked from their houses and to Shinobi Highschool. They waved at each other and walked together to a bench in the courtyard, not wanting to enter the dreaded building of torture.. (I'm just going to call the front of school that okay?) They both sat down, Deidara on her knees and Sasori kicking his feet out. He turned to look at his friend.

"Hey Dei. I like your hair this morning." he said.

"What about my hair, un?" She asked him. "It's the same as it was yesterday."

Sasori shook his head. "No, I swear you had your hair up yesterday."

Deidara raised her hand up to her head and felt for her hair tie, but couldn't find it.

"Where'd it go, un?" she said looking around to see if she dropped it somewhere.

"It's fine." Sasori said. "I like it better this way. You look... pretty."

Before Deidara could reply to his comment, the bell rang and he gestured her to follow him into the building for Chakra Control. They walked along the lockers and were about to sit into their seats in the back of the room. However, there were two people in there place. It happened to be Sakura and Sasuke. Sasori walked up next to Sasuke, but Deidara toyed with some things under Iruka's desk before she went to the front of both of them.

"Do you guys have a problem, un?" she asked slamming her hands down on the desks. "Didn't you sit in the front last time?"

Sasuke turned away from his glaring contest with Sasori to look at Deidara.

"You have a problem with my girl sitting there, transvestite?" he sneered, eyes shining with fight.

The red head behind him burned with fury, what's with him being so angry nowadays? However, Deidara sighed angrily.

"Mkay, un. You get to sit back here and make-out." she said. "While we sit in the front and be good students, un. Come on Sasori-kun."

She almost head to drag Sasori to his desk. Deidara had a devious smile on her face, it made him wonder what she was up to. She just put a finger to her lips and put her gloved hands on her lap as Iruka walked in.

"Okay, I see that Deidara's in the front today, so I am very sure that...they won't be causing any trouble today." he said, an angry, slightly twitching Deidara going unnoticed as he turned away. "Okay, since this is period one, I'm very sure that you haven't been told this yet, but there is going to be a month long field trip in March." (My school year starts in Sep. and ends in June..)

Deidara started forming hand seals under her desk.

"Have your guardians or parents sign this by the first day of February or before that date, otherwise you'll fail this school year and won't be able to go." Mr. Umino continued. "If you have no parents or live alone, have me or one of your other teachers sign it. After all, they'll be going with us. Pay attention because I won't be calling you in order anymore. Kaolin Deidara?"

Deidara twitched her head.

"Ningyozukai Sasori?"

Sasori nodded to Iruka.

"Hyuuga Neji?"

A girlish-boy with long black hair that Deidara and Sasori hadn't noticed yesterday raised his hand.

"Sasuke? Sakura?"

Before the two in the back could even twitch their hands, two large explosions sounded one after the other. After some smoke cleared, Sakura was clinging to Sasuke, who was as black and shocked looking as she was. Their faces were priceless. Deidara was laughing so hard that she nearly tipped off her chair while she was taking pictures with her hidden camera. (I hope you know what I'm talking about.) Iruka went over and smacked her over the head, then he tossed a towel to Sasuke. Right after he caught it though, it burst into flames and it singed his hands in an instant. (Sin-j-duh) Sakura's eyes widened.

"Sasuke-kun! Your perfect hands! They are ruined!" she wailed.

"Talk about vanity, un." Deidara whispered to Sasori, giggling. Iruka was standing in the front of the classroom, eyes closed, hands on his hips shaking his head.

"Calm down or you all get a Saturday school!" he yelled. Everybody sat down.

"Alright now." Umino said looking around. "About the fieldtrip, you'll each be choosing a partner and so will the other classes. These are the permission forms that you'll need to get signed, filled out, and returned within the next seven month time period."

He made a sweeping motion with his arm and the papers shot out and landed one on each desk. Each student took out a paintbrush and filled out the forms and put them somewhere safe. Deidara put it in her pant pocket and Sasori put it in his backpack. Iruka reviewed an average person's chakra system, the bell rang, and the abnormal pair set off to Physical Education.

Again with the shortness... I hope you don't mind. The benchmark exams are coming up so I'm preoccupied with studying. This is Mia from ASB, and Jennifer from ASB saying have a terrific Tuesday here at Lancerland home of the Lancers. JK. It would really help if you could give me ideas or constructive critiscim for this story. I type it on wordpad so I don't spell check it. 1-20 please! And wish me luck on the exams! I am a slacker...