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

The Author Updated. 'Nuff Said.

The aura surrounding the table of our favorite group of friends was dark and filled with animosity. 'Why' you ask? It was originating from two of our favorite male characters.

A blond sat at the far left end of the rectangular lunch table, red with fury and annoyance. His vibes weren't as dark as the other one's, but they were pretty negative. Angrily, he wrote messily in his notebook "I hate Sasori," and hoped that God would smile down at him and turn it into a Death Note.

Located at the Eastern hemisphere of the table was a redhead, though he wasn't spreading out a red aura. It was even worse. Dark matter splurged out from him faster than diarrhea from a fat man's butt tunnel. He sat normally, his head resting in his hand...though eyebrows were scrunched in a glare and more of his pessimistic diarrhea splooshed.

"I-Itachi-san... What's wrong with them?" Kisame asked his calm friend worriedly.

Itachi kept his serious and serene facial expression. "They're probably arguing about who their favorite Shonen Jump Hero is... In my opinion, it's Goku. Wait, no, I pick Luffy. No...Ichigo. Nope, it's Goku. Yup, Goku."

"Oh...okay. Though I think it's Natsu."

"NATSU ISN'T EVEN IN SHONEN JUMP! DAMN YOU, KISAME!"

"..."

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"Deidara-kun, is something the matter?" a certain girl asked with big concerned eyes.

The blond suddenly snapped back to reality, shutting his notebook in the process. He made a small smile then relaxed his eyes, placing his cold hand on the girl's cheek. "Nope, nothing's wrong. Are you feeling better?"

"Y-yeah..." The feeling of his cold hand made her shudder, yet heatened her face.

Despite his caring nature for the girl, Deidara was in an extremely pissed mood. When he'd gotten back after buying some ibuprofen, he found Sasori absent from the house, leaving Misaki all alone. Only a note lay on the counter saying, "Sorry, I had to go somewhere -Sasori." Oh, did he feel like killing someone.

"Did something happen between you and Sasori?"

He chuckled. "No, it's nothing! We just got into an argument about who the best Shonen Jump Hero is, that's all. He was a big fan of Strawberry 100%, but I told him that Ichigo from Bleach is the best strawberry out there."

"Ah, okay! That's good, then..."

Fortunately, Misaki had no memory of what'd happened when she was sick. Deidara nor Sasori had any intention of letting her know.

Misaki walked over to the opposite end of the table. "Good afternoon, Sasori!"

Contrary to the blond's actions, the redhead's aura didn't change. He stared coldly at the girl, making the blush on her face disappear.

"Ano... Is something bothering you?"

Without uttering a word, he abruptly stood up from his place and walked past. His hostile nature forced Misaki to look dejectedly at her feet.

"What's wrong with Sasori? It's not like Strawberry 100% is bad or anything..."

----------Time Skip: Art------------

"Achoo!"

At the back of the classroom, the former art teacher rubbed his nose into a tissue, blowing out any unneccessary goo.

(That's hot).

(Wait, what? xD)

"Hm? Are you sick?" a voice snarked from behind.