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

The Drag Queen and the Princess' Phone.

Notice: This is a very long chapter. I was going to divide it, but oh well. Enjoy~!

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Misaki POV

     "I'd like for every one to pay close attention to the video that I'm about to play on the screen. You'll be doing a three paragraph summery on it right afterwards," my history teacher instructed the class as he switched off the lights.

     Paying attention in class was important to me, but I couldn't help but worry about Sasori-sensei. It sucks a lot to admit this, but I'd rather have him snarky and obnoxious than depressed and dejected. If I'd only know about his past initially, I would've totally treated differently than I did the first time I had a conversation with him.

Bzzzzzt.

     A text? Who could be texting me during this time? It's school hours... Whatever. I shrugged my shoulders carelessly and took my phone out of my back pocket to see who the text was from.

im sexy -Hidan

     I narrowed my eyes and furrowed my forehead, annoyed. My head turned how many degrees it needed to see Hidan who was sitting two seats diagonally to my left behind me. He acted as if he was intent on watching the history video, but the moment I turned around, I heard some snickers coming from his direction. What an idiot...

     Not knowing why, I began to text him back. Why are you texting me during class? Pay attention to the---

     A hairy knuckled hand snatched my phone out of my possession. "Texting during an important video? Shameful, Miss Ichikatsu... I thought you were better than this." My history teacher took a look at my phone's screen. " I see you had good intentions, but I still must confiscate this from you. And Hidan, hand me your cellular as well."

     I heard Hidan's chair scrape against the floor as he pushed it back to get up. "Dammit..." he cursed quietly.

     The history teacher went back to his seat and placed our phones in the first drawer of his desk. "Watch the video."

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     "May I have my cell phone back now?" I ask my history teacher after art class. School had just finished, and at my other schools we usually get our phones returned after class (but he didn't give it to me earlier though, sadly) or at the end of the school day.

     "I'm sorry, Misaki. I sent all of them to the principal's office. It's a strange policy we have, but it's just how it goes here."

     "Ah, so when will I be getting it back?"

     "I'm not sure, but it won't be today."

     "Is that so? Oh, okay... Have good day." I walk out of the history class room leaving a sad trail while wearing a displeased look on my face. I really need my phone to communicate in case of emergencies...

     "What's with that sad look on your face? Aren't you usually supposed to hold unlimited loads of manly energy?" a voice asked me slyly.

     My head moved towards the direction of the voice sloppily. "I got my phone taken away, Sasori-sensei... I'm not getting it back today and it's in the principal's office," I tell him with a frown.

     "The principal usually goes through all of the students' info on their phones," the red-headed teacher began to explain. "Examining all of the phone's applications, contacts, text messages, photos... Any thing that's accessible. Some kids are lucky to have put a password lock on their phone."