Stalker•Sasori AU

Prologue

I am broke.
That's all it takes to convince my one hell of an otaku brain to have a goddamn job.

Oh well. At least watching Hunter X Hunter lifts up my mood swings. I am on my fucking period.

Oh I forgot to introduce to you, haven't I? The name's y/n, I am a freshman in a middle school of fashion and amateur sassy chicks.

Not a long time ago Monseiur Vancy died in an accident. But I would call it more like a murder. Like, the fresh wounded marks torn on his navy tuxedo clearly fits the terror in his eyes. I would probably call it a torture.

The police group called the Akatsuki checked this. If they checked the cause of the victim's death then I wouldn't be surprised.

The group recently investigated almost all cases of people dying (I mean murdered) and mysteriously on court they solved it within a day or two.

I would dare say they are like Phoenix Wright but with no spiky hair.

I chewed my breakfast while writing my homework that was supposed to be dued next month.

Yes. We have to do a paragraph. And the question is simple yet the answer is very difficult to put it in words.

What are your views of art?

I bet €20 that Sasori would ramble on about art 'being eternal' to Deidara but being a hard head he is he denies it.

They are my colleagues, Deidara and Sasori. They are Japanese by blood but French at tongue. Although that have different points of views on each other's art they managed to get along with each other quite well.

Sasori's fashion is a type that would last forever, and in school he is a master of Technology while Deidara is the master of science as he is good with chemicals for making stuff explodes. I have no idea why the heck does he have mouth hands but I reckon he ate too much cocaine while giving himself a blowjob.

"Hey y/n!" my best friend punched my shoulder lightly.

"Ow!" Was all I could muster when 'lightly' becomes hard like hell.

"What was that for?" I winced, shooting a flare at her/him.

She/he snickered, pointing me accusingly. "Le y/n chan." She mused, her widening smirk send my ears boiling. "Someone was staring at you for a loong time." She said, swinging her body sideways like an anchor at the word 'long'.

I rolled my eyes, making a hand gesture for her to go away to her seat as the teacher just walked through the room.

"Bonjour madam." Our class greeted in unison.

I made a face at our new teacher. Judge by the youth singing from his appearance I tried squinting my eyes, trying to figure out his bad traits but unfortunately nothing screams 'murder'.

I groaned. Usually I would tease a teacher to death when they did bad things to my friends but somehow this teacher is different. It was if flowers were thrown to is from his direction.

I gritted my teeth. I slammed the pencil on my desk and for once he noticed me.

I smirked. Prepare to get tortured. I cackled evilly.

***
After a quiet and calm 50 minutes of reading with the class I pinched the bridge of my nose. Too bad he has pollens smothered on the cuffs of his black and white sweater.

A handsome low chuckle interrupted my silent complaints.

"Looks like someone's under the weather."

I didn't even need to spare a glance at the said voice. I knew it all to well that it was my good pal Sasori.

"What do you mean?" I flashed him my innocent-looking eyes, my voice went slightly higher than I expected.

"Sheesh you're really in your own shell y/n." He whined, frowning cutely with a pout. I smiled softly at the sight of it.

"Hey Sasori."
"Yes?"
"Wanna hang out again t'nite?"
He shrugged, giving the 'why not' look at me and I pumped my fists to the air.