A/N: I found out the origin of the saying "Don't take candy from strangers". I know that's weird, and has nothing to do with this story, but apparently it's from these two kids who were kidnapped, and one of them named Charley has never been found, even after more than a hundred years. (He's probably dead now though, obviously. He was kidnapped in 1874).

I started at the Wikipedia page of "Thanatos", and this is where it took me.

I'm scared to turn around now.

...

Okay. I'm good.

Although I almost screamed when my dog came into the room...

So, how's everyone doing?

I got this amazing blood blister on Friday from the desks at school! :D

Just kidding, it wasn't fun-it's being such a bitch...Especially since it's on the side of my left pinky finger, so it hurts to type an "a" and other letters you have to press down on with the pinky. But that was a few days ago, I popped it, so now it's getting better.

Glitterthorn: I kind of want a teacher like that though...XD Not for falling in love, but to make fun of him, of course.

Kuroui: Heehee, you'll see. :3 Oh, wow, I actually didn't know about the Sakurai Haruto thing...I kind of got it from the pimp teacher in Kinkyori Renai. XDD His name was Sakurai Haruka, but I didn't want to copy it exactly so...And yeah, I know about the updates. DX It's kind of awkward for me too, since I don't have a "deadline" of everyday anymore, so I get even more lazy.

karin taicho: I have awesome powers. Jk. Yeah! Go asians! Lol, nice teacher. XD

XMissValentineX: When you told me it was confusing, I decided to look it up too, and then I was like, "Oooohhhh...kukukukuku..." and then it eventually led me to kidnapping pages. Which kind of freaked me out.

SasoxDei: Hehe, thanks. ^^

I'm sorry for the un-Death-like writing, but even after reading The Book Thief's style, it doesn't sound completely serious.

I didn't break my promise, I updated Sunday! (Today!) Yeah! Go me! :D But it's a little short...so I'm sorry.

I also promise to write a more meaningful chapter for next time...it'll probably be out on Thursday or so.

Chapter 4: School Everyday

Both girls shoved their hands on their hips, sneering.

"Band, Boys' Basketball, Girls' Basketball, Baseball, Cheer, Choir, Dance, Drama, Journalism, Karate, Kendo, Language, Orchestra, Shogi, Girls' Soccer, Boys' Soccer, Softball, Student Council, Swimming, Boys' Tennis, Girls' Tennis, Boys' Track, Girls' Track, Girls' Volleyball, Wrestling, Yearbook..." Kisame read, frowning. "I'm afraid this school is trying to mock us..."

Deidara and Sasori looked at the list with a mouth wide open in confoundment.

"What the hell, un? They took away art, yeah!"

"They have got to be shitting us...dammit...that's going to be more time of me in hell. Whooptydoo." Sasori opened his eyes wider and rolled them, giving a more dramatic effect.

A girl in the mess of the hall pulled herself to the front a latched on to Sasori. She was a second-year, previously from the Sasori fan club as obvious with her movements toward the older boy.

"Well, maybe you should come by my house, then," the girl giggled. "It won't be so much of a hell there."

Hidan could not keep his cool from the terrible pick-up line. Sasori glared at him, then at the girl, and Deidara grabbed the whoredaughter's arm, shoving her back into the hall.

"He's my boyfriend, bitch, un!" she shouted, grinding her teeth tightly.

The red head chuckled at the younger's behavior. "Jealous, Dei?"

Deidara rolled her eyes and smiled. "Of course, yeah...but not as much as you would be if a guy hit on me."

Sasori snorted.

"Hey, the Sasori Fan Club's gone! Wait...what the fuck is the Sasuke fan club..." Hidan paused, raising an eyebrow. He was currently staring at the list of student-sponsored clubs.

Itachi gave a blank look. "My little brother."

No one said a word.

Meanwhile, Sasuke was hiding in the janitor's closet, pissed as hell.

The Next Day

Sasori's eyes bore through the paper on his desk. It was the third day, and he was bored already. The current class was math, which he excelled in the most. He had no need to study, much less pay attention in class to even receive a 95+ on the test.

He check the time. The clock presented 2:50, which meant class would be over in ten minutes. Every minute in his classes brought another minute of hell, and it wasn't even as though he could look forward to go to the art club with his girlfriend anymore.

Because it's not a fucking club anymore... he hissed in his mind, adding a couple of more colorful choice of words after the sentence. Hidan would have be proud if he had heard so.

Suddenly, a piece of paper hit him square on the side of his shoulder and falling to the floor. The red head flinched violently before realizing it was just a rolled up ball of thin tree. A few students stared at him for about ten seconds before turning back to their work. He picked the message up (after feeling moronic) and opened the crinkled paper.

I'm sooooooo bored! -Kisame

Sasori rolled his eyes at the simple classic level of the letter, but he decided to continue it anyway, seeing as though the teacher's lecture brought quite an amount of disinterest to the puppet master.

Well, so am I. Shut the hell up. -Sasori.

Ps. I don't love you.

Sasori waited until the teacher's back was turned until he crumpled up the paper and threw it at Kisame brutally. Of course, since it was just a piece of paper, not much damage was done. Upon hitting the blue-skinned third-year, he sighed and went back to drawing in his notebook. He had not gotten caught taking what was his notes since he was still a second-year, and even Haruto looked about ready to slap him. Yes, as a child from 2D, he had Haruto Sakurai as his teacher during his second year at Shinobi High School. Girls frequently babbled over whether they liked the red head or the pedophile teacher more.

For the last nine minutes of class, the square-divided sheet of paper was tossed and thrown in quite a pattern for the delivery messages between the two. The messages resembled the following:

Aw, I feel so unloved. But I love you Saso-poo! -Kisame

Kisame gave a toothy grin when he hit Sasori with this letter. Sasori replied with,

Yeah? Well, fuck you. -S

Thus, Kisame wrote back,

Meany. :( I'm sad now. -K

Sasori rolled his eyes.

Poor you. Here, Danna will give you a band-aid. -S

Kisame almost laughed aloud.

Heeeey, did you know? You're not the only 'Danna' here. Deidara called me Danna a little bit back. Heehee. Nbd. -K

If Sasori's previous made Kisame chuckle, then the next one would have made him fall out of his chair in laughter. Especially because it was the exact reaction he was looking for-it said so much in only one word.

WHAT.

Kisame decided not to continue the messages-afterall, Sasori was already shooting the Sasori Death Glare at him. His dream was to study nutrition and become a chef, not get mauled by one of his best friends.

"Can you believe this, Danna?" Deidara yelled at her beloved, appearing to be outraged. Her blonde eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes enraged fire.

Sasori was about to question what in the blazes she was talking about, but she pulled out a large black drawing pad from her backpack before he could do so. She quickly flipped through the pages which were covered in diverse, detailed drawings of many animals and objects. The blonde haired female suddenly stopped, and pushed all of the other pages on the other side of the spiral, and showed her boyfriend the picture.

"She said it had no meaning at all, and it was completely stupid, yeah!"

If Sasori had no knowledge of the relationship between Deidara and her father, he probably would have said something along the same lines as the art teacher had said so. Then again, the art teacher had no talent whatsoever, and she was much a terrible bitch to almost everyone.

It was another one of Deidara's amazing pictures. The shadowing was overall quite dark, and it even appeared as though her pencil broke with the force she was using-there was a spot with the shadowing slightly darker and smudged. The actual picture showed of a girl (Sasori believed it to be Deidara) who sat with her face in her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. The female in the picture sat where two walls met. On the two walls, many words were written, such as "Pain", "Death", and "Hell".

"What was the topic, Deidara?" Sasori asked. He was careful not to use the nickname "brat" in this case, fearing that Deidara would become even angrier than she was already.

"What we thought of life, yeah."

"..." Itachi was quiet a moment. "Deidara, I don't think she meant exactly that..."

Kisame raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, Ita-chan?"

"The fuck, Uchiha?"

The Uchiha folded her arms. "Deidara said that the Aimi-sensei said that she wanted them to draw what they thought of life, not what the think of life."

Deidara lifted her arms up along with the picture. "Thank you, Itachi, yeah!"

"Ah...that makes sense...but who the fuck says alright kids, what did you thought about life? That's pretty fucking retard if you ask me," Hidan muttered.

"Yeah, but we didn't ask you," Itachi mocked, smirking.

"Bitch!"

Sasori rolled his eyes, then turned back to Deidara. "Well, whatever the teacher says, I think it's still a good picture, Dei." He patted the shorter one on the head gently, lifting her spirits a little.

"Hehe...thanks, yeah."

"Ew! Straight fucking couple on the loose!" Hidan yelled.

"Fuck you too, un," Deidara shot back.

"Noooooo...fuck you...by Sasori."

"...You're an uke, Hidan. I'm sorry to say."

"Shut the fuck up, Uchiha!"

"Alright, alright, sissy girls (besides Itachi), let's not fight alright?" Kisame cooed.

"...don't be stupid..." was Sasori's only comment.

"So..." Deidara asked, after the dispute was over. "Who's up for some purikura, yeah?"

"Not me."

"Fuck you guys, yeah..."

The Thonatos laughed, falling over the bunk bed. Did I ever mention he was on the top?

"Oomph! Ow, that hurt like hell!"

"Haha, sucks for you, Pain!"

It was true, what Saki had told him.

I just have to relax...this is really fun!

Just for extra measures, Pain chucked a water bottle at his girlfriend, who ducked it quickly. "Nagato!" she yelled, huffing.

"Haha, poor Konan!"

After about a week in college, Konan and Pain had learned to accept college life. It was actually very fun. Pain held his major in business, and Konan had one in music. They had made quite a large amount of friends, and got along fairly well with many, and gaps were being filled.

Pain's smile died down as Konan chucked at him with a pillow.

And yet...

It still hurts...

Nothing seemed to feel the same.

He was afraid. Since a small child, he was scared of them. Even though he was famous for them, he still couldn't stand them. His name became Pupa.

I watch you as well. You have a name that I abide by for you. Every one person on this Earth has one so.

I carried another soul away, just as I always do, and forevermore shall I do.