Chapter 8: I.P. Partners and a game called tennis
(A/N): Sorry for not updating for like…. (2 weeks or so) because… I've been busy(SO SO BUSY) with school these past few weeks and I've been busy with photoshop so much. I created a devart account which I dedicate to all deihina fans and err… well, it's just an account for fanarts for my fanfics and umm… gah, just look at my profile to see the link on my devart account…XD
Friday:
3B Classroom:
"This year's Investigatory project would be by twos. Random pairings could be boy-girl, boy-boy, or girl-girl." The Chemistry teacher happily announced. The class students grumbled and groused.
"I want a boy partner!" "Yeah! Sasuke!" A group of girls whispered.
"Man, why can't sensei let us pick whoever partner we want? I mean, this is total—"
"Because this would help everyone get to know each other better." The teacher heard the complaining student and immediately cut it off. More grumbles and complains followed.
"So anyway, I'll announce your names and your assigned partners before the class period ends. Class president; remind me five minutes before your time."
"…" The student simply nodded in reply.
"And by the way, your project proposal's deadline is today, dismissals. I'm expecting everyone to be with their assigned partners during lunch time to work on some researches at the library, computer lab, or wherever you like, as long as you'll pass it before five o'clock. No complains. No buts."
"WHAT???!!!" No complains, but the whole class couldn't help but react.
"Project proposals' deadline should be given one week after the teacher announces the given task. What's with the sudden rush??" Shino suddenly blurted out.
"This is to teach everyone the value of responsibility Mr. Aburame Shino. Now if you don't want to pass your I.P. Proposal before today's dismissal, you can simply face the consequence of failing my subject. Do I make myself clear?" The teacher answered. The whole class instantly hushed.
An Hour Later…
"Sensei! It's five minutes bef—"
"I heard ya…" The teacher replied. He then pulled out an index card from his blouse's pocket and read:
"… Goes with …" (… means someone's name. Again, I'm too lazy to invent one.) The first pair was finally announced. Everyone was quiet, staring at the teacher in suspense; waiting for their names to be called and partners to be found out.
"… Goes with …" gasps and sighs followed. If they like their partner, it's a sigh. But if they don't; it's a gasp.
"Kiba goes with …"
"… goes with …"
"Shino goes with …"
"… goes with …"
"… goes with Shikamaru"
"… with …"
"… with …"
"Sasuke wit—"
GASP! The teacher was instantly cut off by female students' reactions. Their stares seems to be telling… 'pick me…' 'please me!' 'I hope it's my name…' 'my name please… my name…'
"Sasuke goes with… Hinata"
The moment the words came out of his mouth, it seemed like the world suddenly stopped.
A second later… "WHAT??!!" the girls looked back in disbelief. Evil stares followed the Hyuuga.
So… Na… why… me? She thought, also in disbelief.
"Tsss…" Sasuke hissed quietly, but Hinata heard him, since he was just seated behind her seat.
Sigh… I guess he was hoping for a male partner…
"Hah! Destiny seems to be making its own way to get those two together." Kiba couldn't help but react.
"First, Sasuke gets to sit behind Hinata. Then they get to be clubmates, and now I.P. partners… The world's such a crazy place…" Shikamaru his seatmate added.
"I guess for once, Sasuke gets to be stuck with someone who doesn't squeal and get obsess over him."
"Haha. You're right… Sheesh… Sasuke that bastard…"
Gymnasium: Tennis court
College students' lunch time:
"Go Deidara-kun!"
"Go Itachi-kun!"
A group of girls were squealing, cheering for the two college students playing a serious tennis match.
"The two of them seems to be taking this game seriously…" Paine who just came in, spotted Sasori and took a seat beside him.
"They're rivals… It can't be helped." The red headed artist replied.
"So what's the score?"
"zero-zero"
"Seriously???!!!"
"Yeah…"
"How long is the game been going?"
"Probably thirty minutes or so…"
"Seriously?!!"
"Yeah…"
"Woah… This must be their longest tennis match ever…"
"Nope. Not really…"
"Well then this must be the longest game where their scores are still tied up."
"Hah… You're right… Usually it's Deidara who loses whenever him and Itachi plays a tennis match."
"I noticed that too… But I guess your friend's taking things more seriously now…"
"Nah. Not really. I don't think so…"
"Oh? Then maybe Itachi's still going easy on him…"
"Umm… I still don't think so… Your friend's all sweaty now, while Deidara's still keeping his smile."
"Hmm… So you think Itachi's already tired?"
"Nope. Deidara's just inspired."
"…" Paine raised an eyebrow. "Inspired by what?" He asked.
"That's inspired by whom…"
"WHAT?! Deidara likes someone??!!"
"SSSHHH!!!"
The whole place was suddenly filled with silence. Paine's loud voice echoed all over the gymnasium. A lot of people who've actually heard it looked towards their direction.
"Ooo… Ooopppsss…"
Deidara's ears twitched with what he just heard and curiosity made him turn towards Paine's direction. Unfortunately, Itachi didn't care. He just continued hitting the tennis ball.
A split second later… SMACK! The ball landed directly at the blonde artist's precious face.
"I… Itte… un…"
"Next time, keep your eyes on the ball." Itachi smirked.
"WHAT??!!!" The artist couldn't control his temper. The incident gave Uchiha Itachi one point.
"Ugh… The game's not over yet… Just excuse me for a second, un."
Deidara excused himself from the game for a second and then walked towards Paine and Sasori's location.
"We need to talk, un." He flashed his fellow artist friend and evil glare. Paine sensed an argument coming, so he immediately walked out.
"How 'bout we talk about this inside the restroom?" Sasori suggested, ignoring the bad temper he knew his friend was feeling.
"Whatever, un." The blonde artist coldly replied. The two walked away from the tennis court and headed straight to the nearest comfort room.
"So… What is it that you want us to talk about?" The red-headed artist started.
"What's with Paine shouting something about me liking someone?" Deidara asked, but he seems to be calmer now.
"Oh… That…"
"Come on, I was winning against Itachi back there! What's with the sudden distraction, un?"
"Paine and I weren't distracting you… We're just having a small talk."
"Ugh… Tell the truth Sasori."
"…"
"What were you two talking about?!"
"Um… It's about you winning against Itachi… that's all…"
"I'm not convinced, un."
"I told Paine you had an inspiration that's why you were all fired up a while ago, but then he asked me what that inspiration was but I told him it was who and not a what and—"
"WHAT??!!"
"err…"
"Where the hell did you get that?!"
"err… Your painting?"
"…" Deidara suddenly shut his mouth.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident…"
"You… saw my canvas?"
"I told you it was an accident…"
"…"
"Hey are you mad?"
"It's nothing un… just forget about that…" Deidara chuckled. There was suddenly a swing of mood.
"err… If you say so…"
The twos argument ended with a laugh. Although Sasori didn't get it, he just simply ignored it.
On their way back to the gym…
"But seriously Deidara… who was that girl??" Sasori couldn't help but ask.
"It's someone I really don't know…" the blonde artist honestly replied.
"What?!!"
"It's a long story, un… But anyway, forget about that…"
"err… sure… but do you like her?"
"Hah!... I don't even know her…"
"…Well didn't you ask who she was?! I mean, you should've a least woken her up after you painted her or something lik—"
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Just when Sasori's about to ask another question, Deidara's yell suddenly cut it out.
"What? What's wrong?"
"ITACHI LEFT!!"
"So?"
"The score!!! It's one to zero! I told him we're not finished yet!!!"
"Haha. You lost again Deidara."
"NOOO!!!"
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