"I saw Deidara in the halls," Sasuke commented at lunch "Anyone know why?"

"He's the new student art teacher," I explained "Kurenai's going on maternity leave."

"What!" Kiba exclaimed "I don't like this."

"Relax, I can handle him."

He scowled and so did Sasuke, remembering what Deidara did to me. The bell rung and I made my way to fashion class, unfortunately Sakura and Ino were also in the class.

"Good day class," Kurenai walked in "If you haven't already heard I'll be going on maternity leave. So I'd like to introduce Konan, she'll be your teacher for the rest of the year."

Konan looked sweet and quite beautiful, especially with the origami rose in her hair. Kurenai left after the introduction, leaving Konan alone in a class filled with Sasuke fan girls. I felt sorry for her; it looked to be a challenging year for not only her but also for me.

"Tell me," Konan asked "Why do you wear what you wear?"

"I choose my clothes to express myself," I answered "My fashion is to express my unique personality."

"To impress Sasuke Uchiha," a girl replied.

"Sasuke," the rest of the class sighed.

"Why do you ask?" Ino questioned.

"To see where you are in the fashion world," Konan replied "The only one here who's unique in this class is Irie."

Glares were immediately sent my way, I sighed tired of receiving them. There was a knock on the door, Deidara walked in with a flustered young girl. My anger flared, afraid that his past track record has restarted yet again.

"What's the meaning of this?" Konan glared at Deidara.

He shuttered before opening his mouth "Just looking for Irie."

I walked toward him, the girl with him ran to me crying. I rubbed her back giving Deidara a glare; he put up his hands innocently.

"Dorm leader," she breathed heavily trying to keep the tears back "My room's been ransacked."

"Konan do you mind if I take care of this?" I asked.

"Go right ahead, though I'd like to see you tomorrow at lunch."

I followed the girl back to her room, 666. She was right; the room was a disaster, like someone was searching for something. Though, by the looks of it her room may have been a mess to begin with.

"Is anything missing?" I asked.

"No, that's what seemed to worry me the most," she replied.

I walked over to the window to see if there was a way to get in from outside. Sitting on the window sill sat a small burn mark, that mark was fresh and very familiar.

"You can go back to class," I instructed "Deidara, I'd like your help though."

The girl left before Deidara dared to move or speak "What can I help you with?"

"Explain to me why you ransacked the room."

"Not what I was hoping for," he mumbled then shook his head "I don't know what you mean."

"This window is wide open; students are only allowed to open the window while in the room. Besides, there's a small burn mark on the window sill, the same as your explosive clay."

"Observant," he smirked "That doesn't mean it was me."

I pulled a thread from a nail that wasn't fully hammered in and made a mental note to get someone to fix that, turning around to show Deidara. His face fell into confusion. I took his arms lifting them; by gently tugging at his shirt the seam came undone.

"You're wearing the proof I need to claim that you were in this room," I eyed him.

"I thought it was your room," he admitted with a cheesy grin "But now I know where your room really is miss dorm leader I can find what I was searching for."

"And what would that be?"

He smiled "That's for me to know."