Konoha High School (A Naruto Fan Fiction)

Part II

Part II

~Sai~

"My name is Sasori," states a young looking man with bright red hair as he walks into the art room. After being here only half a year, I've heard ridiculous rumors on Sasori sensei, like that he's at least thirty years older than he looks. He only looks three or four years my senior.

Just then a young man with long blonde hair rushes in the room. "Sorry, Sasori senpai," he said, flushed. "I had to stop to get more clay."

"Stupid college assistants," mutters the man with red hair under his breath.

The flustered blonde turns and addresses the class. "My name is Deidara." He introduces. "And I'll be your student teacher, un."

"This is sophomore art." Grunts Sasori sensei. "Art is an everlasting expression of emotion and-"

"Everlasting?" Interrupts Deidara."Art isn't everlasting! Art is the beauty in a single moment, un. Art is an explosion! Art is a bang!"

Sasori sensei sighs and shakes his head. "Art is eternal," he contradicts.

Deidara gets work up. "Sasori senpai, art is the moment of passion! Art is...!" They both stop and realize that the whole class is staring and snickering at their argument. I turn to me left to see if Sakura shared a similar amusement that some of our peers shared, but all I see is a dead glaze over her eyes.

"This is a discussion for another time," says Sasori sensei. "Regardless of our contradicting opinions, we do have a curriculum to go by." He shoots a warning glare at Deidara.

"Right," accepts Deidara. He adjusts his long blonde bangs that cover half his face and and pushes back the half of his hair that's in a pony tail. He moves around the room and passes out sheets of white paper.

"I want all of you to sketch for the remainder of the period. Just do what ever you'd like. We'd like to assess your skill level."

I took art because I enjoy it. Within a matter of minutes my paper is littered with tigers and rats and dragons and different animals.

I look over to my left an Sakura's paper. Her paper has a series of lines scattered about it.

"Abstract?" I ask her, and push a smile to my lips.

She looks up as if I had startled her. Perhaps I interrupted her thoughts. I watch in amazement how while her eyes express suffering, her lips smile. It's an easy feat to accomplish, but Sakura do so exceptionally well.

"I don't really know," she says and pushes the paper away to take it in. "I wasn't even paying much attention."

I've known that Sakura likes Sasuke for a long time. Naruto told me once. I believe this to be the reason to her depressed demeanor. I read once in a book that good friends are always there for each other when the other is upset. I turn to her. "Your smile is fake."

An embarrassed shade of red colors her cheeks. "It's nothing," she mutters, and continues sketching.

I grab her pencil and move her hand off the paper. She remains unmoved and avoiding my gaze. "Is this about Sasuke and Ino?"

At just the mention of his name, she looked like she had been shot. She meets my eyes. "How did you know?" She asks.

"It's not exactly a secret. Well, except to maybe Ino. Which is rather shocking how oblivious she has chosen to be." I state.

"It doesn't matter," she says. "They're happy. But I suppose you understand how I feel, don't you, Sai?" She looks up at me.

My heart pounds. How does she know? She can't know, I've never told anyone. But I need to calm down. I smile politely and ask, "What do you mean?"