A/N: Wow, I fail at updating. But at least I actually have a slightly okay reason. I was grounded off of the computer for one week (one week, izumi? You were gone for two, bitch!) since I got a 70 on a whatever quiz. I can't remember. But for the sake of making you guys wait two stupid weeks, this chapter is really long. I think.

I'm also working on a lot of drawings for deviantart, and that's been making me busied. Well, enough with the excuses, and onto the replies.

Kuroui: Haha, you'll know eventually. ;) Oh, actually Shikamaru is already in tenth grade as a first year, since in Japan, 10, 11, and 12 are high school. 7, 8, and 9 are middle school.

karin taicho: A satire club? Wow...that's...kind of weird, since we just wrote satires in LA. I wrote mind on how we should kill of all the people who are homophobic. :D Well, I wish I could tell you if he does or doesn't...but that would spoil a really big part of this story. ;)

bAkablAckcAt: Haha, it's fine. XD Yeah, I hate Sakura and Karin too...I didn't cry when Sasori died in the anime (especially not the Disney XD one...because they didn't even do it right...), but I was bawling when Deidara blew himself up...

XMissValentineX: Heehee, poison them just for the fun of it. Lol, jk jk. Pupa...ah...I see what you mean.

Here is chapter 4. I'm sorry for taking forever. This also took a while to make it longer, since the actual plot of the chapter was really simple. You'll understand. This chapter's short too, but I REALLY wanted to update today.

Chapter 4: Surprises aren't Always Good

It continued to be another ordinary week at Shinobi High School. However, such would not continue for quite a long time at all. Two weeks had past since the first day of school, and everyone was becoming immune to the yelling and lectures. The remaining Akatsuki members had become more independent, and less relied on each other for their problems. Occasional calls to the other five sufficed their needs thoroughly.

But, today, there was a slight shift in plans to the usual day. Whether it was fate or terrible concidence, I shall never know. But, I believe I can say it changed the fate of the Akatsuki spiraling down into a much darker path of tragedy and betrayal.

It had much only started off as a partly-cloudy day, but the sky began crying by the time students had gotten into their classrooms. Some were drenched (for being idiots), some were lightly damp, and some were completely dry.

As he put down his bag on the hook, Kisame raised an eyebrow when he noticed Sasori's presence was absent. His seat was empty. The blue-skinned man could have sworn that Sasori had been right behind him, complaining about the rain until a minute ago. The red head had just been together with the five Akatsuki members, so he couldn't have had gone very far. The teacher began reading off of the male attendance sheet of 3C.

"Aibara-kun."

"I am here!" the boy announced triumphantly, standing up out of his chair and raising his arm and hand high. He had always been one of those people full of energy. Their easily annoyed teacher, however, was never amused by his joyful behaviors.

"Akasuna-kun," she continued.

Silence.

"Is he not here?"

No one answered.

"Hm, that's peculiar. He's never late or absent. Still. Odanoka-kun?"

"Here."

Reaching for the phone in his pocket, Kisame flipped it open. In a punch of a few buttons, he texted Itachi a small message. He didn't know why he texted Itachi and not Deidara, but it passed his mind.

Where's Sasori?

Itachi closed her eyes in irritation when she felt her phone vibrate in her pencil bag. It was the most underhanded place to keep it, as she was wearing a skirt. Still, she grabbed her phone and opened it. Her anger faded a little as she realized the sender of the text.

Do you honestly think I would know? Idiot.

Kisame rolled his eyes. But now he had remembered why he texted Itachi. It was because she actually had her phone on her during class.

"Hoshigaki-kun."

"Here, ma'am."

Well then. :/ It's just that he's not in class. It's not right.

Itachi frowned.

I don't know where he is then.

Kisame chewed on his lower lip. Somehow, somewhere, deep inside his heart and the pit of his stomach, he knew the reason Sasori was gone could not be good.

At all.

"Damn this shit!" Hidan exclaimed. "What the fuck is with every new student coming after the first day of school, not on the actual fucking day of it?"

The Jashinist had been complaining about how new students never seemed to enter on the first day of school, but instead decided to wait until the school year had started to move in.

"Well, that's not something really you need to care about," Tomoya pointed out.

"Fuck you," Hidan shot, not being able to come up with any other comebacks.

Haruto Sakurai clapped his hands twice. "Class, class. I would like you to welcome our new student. He has come to us from Nagano prefecture."

Deidara and Hidan looked at each other. That was where they had come from before moving to Osaka.

The door clattered open, revealing the smirking student fully dressed in uniform, except for a ring-shaped earring on his left ear, which was the side that faced the class.

"Welcome, young sir. Do you mind introducing yourself to the class?" Sakurai's voice had no dent in it. The talking was as smooth as ever, even with the other being the same gender.

Hidan still was staring up at his best friend, trying to be completely oblivious to the introduction going on in the front of the class. However, as he took another glance, the religious freak took a large notice of Deidara's expression. He furrowed his eyebrows, and gently shook the blonde's arm.

"Dei?" he asked, for once, being genuinely worried for someone other than himself. Usually, you would imagine he would just laugh things off, but for once the Jashinist didn't. Tomoya looked over, finding himself to be confused as well, although he had seen the student.

Deidara's bottom lip trembled violently, her hands were in such tight fists that they were sure to leave bruises, and her eyes were opened to the widest extent anyone could possibly do.

"Dei?" Hidan inquired again, slapping his friend a little, trying to jolt her out of the trance she appeared to be in.

"Look."

It was one single word that made Hidan turn around and almost scream.

"So, what's your name?" one student asked impatiently with a gruff voice.

The brunette smirked cockily. "My name? It's easy. Actually, no, just call me Shunji. But my actual name is Uwaki Shunji."

Slanted dark eyes, brunette messy hair, a toned figure, and a piercing on the left ear. Deidara and Hidan could recognize the boy in the snap of fingers. Tomoya remained puzzles by his friend's expressions.

***April 9***

1. Uwaki Shunji came into the class of 2D.

2. Deidara began to live another slice of hell.

Sasori chuckled lowly at his friend's joke. He hadn't heard from the boy in such a long time. However, a certain line made him smirk the most.

"Do you have them?" the voice asked.

With a quick lick of his lips and a rustle his hand made reaching into his pocket, the red head responded, "Of course."

What he took out was something he had stood away from for awhile, but now the sweet passion of it was too hard to deny.

Sasori opened up his hand and pulled out one of the many items from the box.

"Good."

"Would you like to have one now?" the red head inquired, twirling the object between two fingers.

"No. I have to go to class. You might want to do that shit under a roof or something though. If you're going that far to skip school...you know, be smart and actually do it without the sky pissing on you."

Sasori snarled. "I wish you would quit making disgusting jokes and mind your own buisness."

"Ha. Sure, Sasori. Whatever. Oh yeah, make sure to introduce me to your girlfriend later." Under a quiet breath, the figure added, "But somehow, I feel like you're lying to me about that...Like hell you have a girlfriend."

His friend's anger pitched higher. The boy was lucky that Sasori didn't hear the last statement.

"Don't get cocky just because you're with me, kid. The only reason I'm here is for these." Sasori held up the stick.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. See you around."

The boy turned his back away from Sasori and began to walk into the school. Sasori sighed, and spat on the ground. He walked under a tree with heavy shade to undercover him and his pleasure stick. (1)

After a few quick strokes with the object to the box, Sasori put it to his lips. He took a small breath in, and a large one out.

"It has been...quite a while..."

He sighed quietly.

"Oh Shunji...you never cease to surprise me."

The cigarette stick's end was charred in black disintegration as the smoke blew out from it.

(1) Pleasure stick was in no way meant to be his dick. Just saying.

Bum bum buuuuum! Suspense fills! Sasori smokes? Lol, I don't know. Just an idea that came to me. And he knows Shunji? What the fuck is going on here? You'll find out what happens around Thursday!