I'm updating this story faster than I expected...but you're all happy because of it, right?
I forgot to mention, again, that Tsunade doesn't really...care for the uniforms. I mean, the students can do anything they want to them and she won't care...as long as it's not, you know, unacceptable or whatnot. Like, Itachi doesn't have his left sleeve, Hidan keeps his uniform open (like a jacket) and the...right sleeve is torn off halfway...Konan, who hasn't shown up yet, has "コナン! " on the bottom left of her blouse and a small tear on the left side of her skirt. Tsunade's really lazy like that.
This chapter takes place the same day, just after the class after lunch (For Deidara, English).

"So let me get this straight," Inuzuka Kiba scoffed as he stood with his arms crossed at Deidara's locker. "You punched Sasori, the Sasori, Akasuna no Sasori, who's not afraid to punch a girl, that Sasori, and got away unscathed?"

"Un." Deidara ground his teeth together, annoyed by the brunette's constant rambling.

"Without a scratch?" Kiba asked a bit loudly, causing Deidara to slam his locker shut.

"Yes, Kiba. Without a scratch." Deidara glared at the Inuzuka. Dammit, now he's made me late…stupid Kiba…

"Well, I've got to go to music with Kurenai-sensei now!" Kiba announced before he promptly spun around and began walking off. "Talk to you later, Deidara-kun!"

"For my sanity, I hope not," Deidara snorted softly. Kiba definitely wasn't helping his bad mood set by English: which he had just finished and, in his mind, failed.

"Oh, Deidara-kun!"

Deidara stopped at the sound of his name, looking up from the ground to meet brown eyes. "Principal Tsunade?"

"From now on, your classes of art and history are swapped. So right now you have art, and next you have history," Tsunade informed.

"Okay, un."

"You shouldn't need anything for art except for a pencil, correct?" When she was answered with a nod, Tsunade continued, "I've already informed Asuma and whoever the history teacher is–"

"Gai-sensei," Deidara said.

"Oh, yeah, Gai, of this new change."

"Un, I'll go to art right now." The newest student nodded again before turning around and speed walking through the halls. "Bye, Principal Tsunade!"

Great, now I'm even more late! He thought to himself, letting a look of anger slip onto his features.

"Dammit. You shit, don't tell me you're going to art?"

At the oh-so-familiar voice, Deidara was snapped out of his thoughts immediately, blue irises shooting to the right to meet sharply with ash-rose. "And what if I told you I was, asshole?"

"Don't think that I've forgotten about what you did to me earlier," Sasori scowled, changing the subject.

"Of course no–" Deidara was stopped short as the other teen slammed him into the lockers.

"Payback, you little shit," The redhead snorted before continuing his walk.

Damn, he's strong… Deidara coughed once, moving away from the metal before hurriedly catching up to the other.

"What?" Sasori turned to glower at Deidara as he caught up, eyes narrowing. "Wanting to see me again so soon, even after I threw you into the lockers? What a strange fetish you have there, shit."

"Giving me a nickname so soon, un?" Deidara countered, lip curling. "I didn't know you cared for me so much."

"Don't flatter yourself."

Deidara's eyes rolled before he asked out, "So why are you late, un? Too caught up in punching girls, Akasuna?"

"Oh? So you even know my nickname. What are you, my stalker?" Sasori spat as he rounded the corner with Deidara in tow.

"Actually, I heard it after you punched Sakura, un."

"So you saw that? Tch." Venom seeped through Sasori's voice as he walked faster. "She's such a bitch. I hate her, and she really deserved that bloody nose. What was it, her third this year?" A smirk crawled onto his lips. "I've given her so many since I've known her I forgot to count."

"Third?" Deidara felt hate start to well up in his tone. "So you've hit her three times in only two days, un?"

"Should've been four, but she decided to skip out on walking the usual route home yesterday." Sasori smirked as he saw the dark look on the other's face deepen.

"You're the bitch, not Sakura, un."

"I'm flattered, brat," The silver-eyed teen snorted as he swung open the door to art.

"Can't tell the difference between an insult and a compliment?" Deidara asked, slamming a hand onto the doorframe as the redhead tried to close it behind him.

"Was that supposed to be an insult?"

"I don't know, how about you use your so-called brain and figure it out?"

"You tell me something and you can't even tell if it's a compliment or an insult? How stupid."

"Don't use my–!"

Up at the front of the classroom, Asuma coughed, causing the two boys to stop their argument. "Well, since I heard the new student was transferring to my class, I'm presuming you're Deidara-kun?"

Deidara muttered out a dark "Un," glaring at the other teen for a moment.

The teacher sighed, eyes closing. "I'm afraid the only seat left for you, Deidara-kun, is next to Sasori-kun, and–"

"No," Sasori objected, lip curling. "There is no way this little shit is sitting next to me."

"Sasori-kun!" Asuma scolded, "Watch your mouth in school! You will let Deidara-kun sit next to you, or I will dismiss you from this class!"

"Tch." Sasori glowered angrily, stalking over to his seat on the right side of the room in the back, hissing out, "Over here, shit."

"Right behind you, asswipe," Deidara seethed in return, reluctantly shadowing the other male.

"Now," Asuma continued once the two boys were settled down, "we will continue off from what I had asked you to think about yesterday for homework. What is art?"

"Fleeting."

"Eternal."

The blue-eyed male stiffened, eyes immediately locking onto equally sparking silver ones. "No way! Art is not eternal, un!"

"Think what you want, brat, but it's not fleeting," Sasori retorted, eyes rolling.

"Art is a bang."

"True art is meant to last forever."

"That's absurd! True art is fleeting, bursting for a moment in its transient beauty!"

"Ridiculous; art is something that lasts forever, lasting for eternity."

"Art is fleeting!"

"Art is eternal!"

"Okay, okay, break it up!" the teacher broke in, sighing while rubbing his forehead. "Anyone else want to share their opinion?"

Tayuya raised her hand and gritted out, "Art is stupid and only stupid shit-loving pansies like it."

"Art is not stupid, you bitch, it's fleeting/eternal!" Deidara and Sasori both snapped out in unison, quickly turning back onto the other and starting their argument again.

"Dammit, you idiot brat! When will it process through your tiny brain that art is eternal?!"

"When will you realize that fine art is fleeting, un?!"

"When you actually grow a brain!"

"I already have brain, seeing as I can tell art is fleeting!"

"Like you have a sense in art: art is meant to last forever!"

"As if, asswipe! You obviously were dropped on your head when you were younger since you're so blind to the fact that art is fleeting, un!"

"Alright, stop, stop!" Asuma ordered, earning himself two piercing glowers. Maybe it was the wrong idea to put them together after all…why does this school have so many foul-mouthed kids…? "You all have a right to your own opinions, so even if you don't agree with someone else, that's fine."

"Tch."

"Now," Asuma resumed, "I'm going to pass out a sheet of paper. You will draw whatever you want by the end of class."

Deidara rested his cheek in his hand, glaring down at the table as Asuma slipped the white sheet before his eyes. "What are you drawing, ass?"

"None of your business, shit."

The blond's eyes rolled before he picked up his pencil and stared at his paper, finally deciding on drawing a cat a few moments later. He was almost finished when he heard Sasori remark,

"Leave it to a brat like you to draw something idiotic like a cat."

"Well then what did you draw, un?" Deidara snapped, slamming down his pencil.

"Like you would know. Why do you even care?" The redhead scoffed, sending a glare in the other's direction.

"Maybe because you're insulting my art, un?"

"Whatever."

"Stupid…" Deidara muttered, before he caught a glimpse of Sasori's paper. "What in hell is that?"

"Of course you don't know."

"Just tell me, dammit!"

"Supernova."

"Un, right. You're drawing something fleeting for art."

"This is a picture, idiot. It will last forever."

"Until someone burns it…"

"Alright!" Asuma announced before Sasori could retort, "Class is over. I'll see you tomorrow. You can keep your pictures to hang on your wall or whatever you want."

"You're ruining my favorite class, un," Deidara hissed at the other male as they walked out of the room.

"I could say the same to you, brat," Sasori shot back.

Laughter rang out through the halls, interrupting the started quarrel.

Hidan ran into view, blood staining his hands. A grin split his face as he rammed a spoon into the squirrel he had over and over again.

Blood-covered insides were in slight view as the silver-haired boy cackled again and threw his arms over his head.

"Yes! Are you happy now, Jashin-sama?! I've prepared another sacrifice!" he shouted, laughing again before he slapped the rodent with the spoon once more.

"Hidan! I'm not finished with you yet in class–!" Kurenai started, eyes quickly widening at the sight of the bloody carcass. She raised a hand to her mouth and sped back into the classroom.

Kisame had just walked out to try and speak with the blond, but stopped when he saw Sasori and Hidan. Slowly he backed away, snapped to attention as he saw the teacher rush back into the room.

"Kurenai-sensei?" he questioned as he followed her.

Deidara's face paled as he saw the innards flopping around uselessly as Hidan shook the squirrel violently up and down.

"Goddammit, where is Kakuzu?" Sasori seethed to himself, fixing his piercing gaze on Hidan. "You, put the squirrel down now and shut up."

"You're not the boss of me, redhead!" Hidan threw back, stabbing the spoon into the squirrel's head before flipping around and causing Hinata to faint from the sight of the mammal. "You shut up!"

"That's…disturbing, un!" Deidara gagged, clapping a hand over his mouth.

Sasori rolled his eyes. "Grow up, idiot. There's nothing disturbing about it."

"Are you blind, you stupid, callous ass?" Deidara asked, nose scrunching up. "Everything about it is disturbing, un!"

"Oh, give me a break," the redhead scoffed, placing his hands on his hips. "It's only the small intestine and the colon. Or maybe I have to dumb it down for you and say the large intestine. Although…" His eyes narrowed, fixing on the crimson-dripping insides. "…The jejunum and part of the ileum is gone…the duodenum is still in place, and the colon is fine…Hidan, did you eat the–?"

"Shut it, redhead!" Hidan snarled, whipping around. "I didn't understand anything that came from your Goddamn mouth! And I didn't eat anything of this stupid thing!"

"You ripped through the rectus abdominis muscle to get to the small intestine and colon, idiot, and the whole jejunum is missing," Sasori growled, line of vision traveling back down to the bloody carcass. "You probably broke some of its ribs, crushing the stomach and lungs, perhaps even the kidneys. You practically bruised the ascending colon and descending colon, though that won't matter much since it's dead…"

"What in Jashin-sama's name are you talking about?" Hidan stared, slight disgust stuck on his features. "Colons? What the hell are you talking about those for? Aren't they those things you use when telling time? Vitamins?"

"Your colon is your large intestine," Sasori seethed. "Vitamins are compounds that help nourish your body, such a vitamin A, or retinol, which helps you grow and helps your vision in darkness, or perhaps vitamin B, like thiamine or riboflavin, that helps metabolize carbohydrates and–"

"Will you shut up?!" Hidan pressed a hand to his forehead, dropping the squirrel, "You're making my head hurt!"

"–And then there are steroids, which includes testosterone, that if you're smart you know resides in a male's–"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I know I'm not that smart, okay? But I think I'm smart enough to know that the next word you are planning to say is–!"

"T-Test, un!" Deidara interrupted, backing away slowly. "I-I've got a test in history next, un! I've got to go!"

"As if." Sasori rolled his eyes. "Gai never gives tests, dumbass."

"Whatever." The blond's lip curled. "Listening to your crap about colons and whatnot makes history sound fun, un. Stupid bastard."

"Heh." A smirk twisted the redhead's lips, head tilting. "I heard from Kisame that you're pretty good with numbers."

"And?"

"7394 times 546 divided by 72."

"It doesn't come out even," Deidara sneered. "But if you were to round the answer, it would be 56,071."

"Math freak."

"Science know-it-all."

"Hey!" Jiraiya walked down the corridor, glancing in disgust at Hidan and the squirrel before interrupting the two quarreling teens. "Sasori! Get to my class immediately! And you, Deidara, have somewhere to be as well, I presume."

"Yeah, yeah, Sensei," Deidara muttered before turning around, eyes furious.

Sasori's lip curled at the back of the departing student.

"Sasori!"

"Coming," he growled, reluctantly following the white-haired man, glaring at Deidara's back the whole way.

Sasori's character kills me. All that science crap and all...I'm not even sure if it's all correct, so just tell me if it's wrong. I don't know the anatomy of a squirrel. oo;; I don't even understand half of what I made him say... -cough-
Jiraiya teaches English, if you wanted to know. Yeah, I don't know how that works out either. Like Gai and history.

～Arrina