Go Away, Sasori-sensei! (discontinued, sorry comrades :c )

His Past

     Misaki POV

     "Why was Sasori-sensei so mean yesterday..." I say to myself as I walk to school. He went pretty far doing that to me yesterday... Taking my binder like that, did I do anything to make him do that? I haven't said any insults to him lately.

     Ch-chk! Ch-chk!

     I looked up at the sky. The dark clouds took most of the art canvas in the sky and moved pretty fast, the wind speed probably at the same place. Thunder was the main onomatopoeia that was taking place right now. Looks like it's going to rain pretty soon... I wish that Sasori-sensei stays under the pouring rain.

     A familiar figure came into view. Who is that... Ah, it's Sasori-sensei. What's he going to say to me now? A smart remark on my drawings from yesterday? That's probably it. He's coming closer... What are you going to do now, Sensei?

     Nothing.

     He didn't say anything.

     He walked past me as if I wasn't even there. I can't forget the look in his eyes... They looked dead. Not dead in he looks as if he's about emotionless and apathetic, dead as in he's in pain and suffering. Sensei was looking straight-forward in a way that most people would think he was staring at a certain thing or person, but I saw something different. He was staring at a mistake that he had done. I don't know how or why that's what my thoughts had come to, I just get a feeling that I'm right.

---------------Seventh Period-----------------

     Sasori-sensei tried his best to act normal as he usually was in art. He was flirting with girls, and giving me dirty looks, but the way he was doing it was changed. He was pushing himself to act like that, not putting much heart and mind into his actions.

     "Misaki, is anything the matter?" Deidara asked me concerned.

     "Ah, nothing's wrong! Don't worry, heh," I assure him. I'd really like to ask that question to Sasori-sensei. I admit he's not the person that I'm most fondest in the world, but if someone's upset, I'm a sucker for them and'll try to help them as much as I can. The only problem is, I don't know how to approach him.

Riiiiiiiiiiing!

     I grabbed my things and made my way to the door to leave, but I looked back into the class room to see Sasori-sensei one more time. He displayed a destroyed and troubled condition, with his face lost in the palms of his hands. I want to go over there and comfort him, but...I found my feet walking away from the class room.

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     Bread... Chicken... What else do I need to buy at the grocery store? School was over now, making it my journey time to Wal Mart. It was beginning to rain already, so I had my black and white checkered umbrella open and over me. (that's what she said...I couldn't resist lol) I lived alone, hence, grocery shopping is one of my many responsibilities. Two tote bags for holding grocery hung over my left arm, partially getting wet from the rain. That's not good... I turned my umbrella at a different angle to keep them from getting wet. Turning my umbrella gave me a new number of things to look at. The beautiful flowers getting wet from the rain, the birds persevering to get into their tree as fast as possible, and...a familiar red-head sitting on a bench getting drenched by the pouring rain.

     Sasori-sensei?!

     What's that guy doing in such dangerous weather like this? Is he crazy? With a sigh, I strolled over to him at a steady pace. Without saying a word, I reached my arm out and put my umbrella over his head, with me getting wet from the rain.