The blue tinted glow of the laptop screen illuminated the otherwise pitch black classroom as an electronic hum filled the silence. Gaara sat in front of the monitor, his darkened eyes reflecting lines upon lines of complicated code before him. Hacking into the school's main database had been child's play for him, especially since his family specialized in information gathering and assassination.

The red head shifted his gaze up for a moment as he waited for the file to load. He could vaguely make out the clock at the front of the classroom as the small handle pointed to 3. Despite it being so late, sleep always seemed to evade him.

At that moment, the screen flashed, signaling that the file was ready. Gaara quickly opened the document, scrolling down until he reached the name that Kankuro had mentioned: Rin Sasaki.

A picture of a short, ragged haired boy wearing an idiotic smile appeared beside the name.

Gaara frowned, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he examined the image. This weakling survived Hidan, a member of one of the most feared gangs in this school?

That's ridiculous. Gaara thought as he abruptly closed the laptop, engulfing the room in sudden darkness. That damn Kankuro must have gotten the names mixed up.

Leaning back in his seat the red head stared out the window at the desolate campus below. Watching the bleak scene had always calmed him, but for some reason, something about that short kid still bothered him in the back of his mind.

The hacker contemplated the thought for a few minutes as he stared at the boy's dormitory in the distance. Then he quickly stood up and trudged to the front of the room, his still warm laptop gripped tightly in his right hand.

The red head paused momentarily in the doorway, his eyes sweeping over the vacant classroom one final time before turning to leave.

Well then... He thought as a psychotic smile slowly crept onto his face...might as well come to class tomorrow.

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Hidan leaned against the side wall of the main school building, his body concealed by the shadows. He gleefully swung his favorite triple-bladed crimson scythe, listening as the very air seemed to scream in agony with each slice.

The jashinist excitedly licked his upper lip. Every few seconds, his magenta eyes impatiently flickered to the crowd of incoming students, searching for his prey. His hands unconsciously tightened around the handle as he happily daydreamed about where he would attack first. 

Maybe I'll cut off that son of a bitch's leg...heh.... that'll be painful...Or how about I just go straight for the heart

"Oi... Idiot" a voice suddenly whispered in his ear, causing the grey haired teen to jump in surprise. Hidan immediately whipped around at the sound, bloodlust clear in his eyes, as his scythe carved in a downward arc straight towards an exposed neck.

But it never made contact.

"Dammit, Sasori." The jashinist cursed under his breath, irritated that Sasori had seamlessly blocked his attack. Then after another second, the words Sasori had spoken finally registered in his mind.

"HEY...WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING AN IDIOT!" Hidan angrily shouted as he frantically shook his left hand back and forth in frustration.

Sasori inwardly sighed I just need to distract this moron until that shortie gets passed He told himself as released his grip on Hidan's scythe.

However, much to Sasori's surprise, Hidan didn't go batshit insane and charge at him like he normally would. Instead the jashinist muttered an inaudible string of curses before lowering his weapon and turning his focus back to the crowd.

"Fuck off Sasori, I'm busy," he grumbled

For a fraction of a second, Sasori scowled, letting his irritation show through. Stopping Hidan was proving harder than he had originally predicted.

"Listen Hidan, why don't you just give it a re-" the red head began to compromise. However, before he could finish, Hidan suddenly shot up from his crouched position, a maniacal smile glued to his face as he took off down the concrete walkway.

"Oi... Get back here you idiot!" Sasori called out angrily, but Hidan was already charging through the crowd, scythe gleaming in the morning sunlight as his frenzied eyes locked onto a certain black haired shortie.

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Rin awkwardly raced across the courtyard, an excessively large backpack dangling from one shoulder, hanging wide open to reveal messily packed folders, pencils, and random notebook pages.

Shit, I'm so late. The shortie cursed to herself while attempting to button up the last few buttons on her uniform shirt. It was bad enough that she overslept and was still tired as fuck, but putting on the stupid chest binder had taken her an entire thirty minutes as well.

The shortie gritted her teeth as she increased her pace, trying her best to focus her still drowsy eyes on the front door of the school.

Suddenly a figure appeared from above Rin, momentarily blocking the sun, as a deafening voice roared out.

"YOU'RE DEAD, YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" it screamed.

Rin glanced up in annoyance as she recognized a familiar grey blob descending towards her. Dammit, I don't have time for this. The shortie scowled, her eyes closed in frustration, as a large irk mark appeared on her head. In the heat of the moment, Rin yanked off her backpack and with all her might, she flung the blunt missile straight at the approaching jashinist.

Hidan's eyes widened in complete surprise as the bag came hurling towards him at 80 mph. The jashinist barely had enough time to swing his scythe downward, slicing through the contents and sending hundreds of pages scattering everywhere. But the sudden movement caused him to immediately lose his balance as he came hurtling straight towards the ground.

[BAM]

The grey haired teen hit the dirt floor face first, skidding a couple of feet, before coming to an abrupt halt near the school front entrance. Shredded papers and textbook pages floated to the ground around him, covering him in a field of white scraps.

Passing students watched with surprise as the Akatsuki member stood up, angrily spitting out a mixture of dirt and paper waste. 

The jashinist immediately whipped back around to scream at Rin, eyes burning with fire, "WHY YOU LIT-" he started to scream. But Rin had already walked into the building, promptly closing the door in Hidan's face.

For a few minutes, the teen just stood there, speechless at Rin's complete disregard for him. He was a member of the Akatsuki. One of the most feared gang in all of Konaha Elite. No one had ever ignored him before!

Surrounding students screamed and took cover as the air around Hidan seemed to burst into a fiery inferno, "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL THAT SHORTIE!!" he shrieked at the sky, causing a flock of birds to fly away in fear.

In the shadows near the front entrance of the school, Sasori couldn't help but smirk at the sight before him. Looks like that kid didn't even need his help. There's a lot more to that shortie than meets the eye. Sasori thought to himself, clearly amused.

The red haired teen was quite interested now.

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Deidara raised a curious eyebrow as the shortie slammed open the door and entered the classroom. His shirt was messily buttoned and a few strands of his ragged black hair were standing straight up, but the teen didn't seem to care.

The bomber watched as Rin promptly walked over to the seat in front of him, and immediately put his head down on the desk. A couple seconds later, he was out cold, snoring softly.

I wonder what happened? Deidara mused to himself as his eyes watched the shortie sleep.

At that moment, as if to answer his question, a curse-filled scream belonging to a certain Jashinist erupted from courtyard. Deidara quickly put the information together, letting out a quiet snicker from under his breath.

Heh...this shortie really is something-un. He thought to himself.

At that moment, the classroom door slammed open again, but this time a frigid chill seemed to engulf the room. A pair of black shoes walked through the entryway, making a distinct *clank* noise with each step taken.

As Deidara glanced up at the sound, his smile immediately vanishing from his face, replaced with a frown as his eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare.

What the hell is he doing here-un?

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Gaara treaded into the room, his stony eyes taking note of each student as he entered. It had been a while since he had last come to this classroom during the day. He resented being around so many people. The apprehensive looks they sent him always made him want to murder something.

The red head slowly turned his head back, his deadpan eyes finally landing on a black haired shortie who was sleeping in the front corner seat. He slowly walked towards the kid, coming to a stop at the seat next to Rin where a glasses-wearing brown, haired student currently sat. Gaara noticed the brown haired teen visibly freeze in terror, a single bead of sweat forming on the kid's forehead.

"Move..." Gaara spoke in a callous voice as his sunken eyes sent a piercing glare at the boy, "...Or I'll kill you."

The glasses boy almost fainted right then and there. He immediately scrambled out of his seat and ran to the back of the classroom, not even bothering to take his things with him.

Deidara scowled as he watched the infamous red headed assassin sit down in the seat, acting as if nothing had happened.

Sabaku no Gaara.

The blond had never personally talked to the guy before but there were always rumors that anyone who managed to piss that freak off was usually murdered by the next day.

Tch. He doesn't look like much-un. The bomber grumbled to himself, even though he couldn't help the small shivers crawling down his own back.

I wonder why he finally decided to come to class? Deidara thought to himself, but before the blond could think of an explanation a third figure crashed straight through the door, sending wooden pieces flying everywhere in the process.

Hidan grinned widely, his now-bloodied scythe held in front of him as he straightened himself out. The jashinist licked the crimson liquid, enjoying the metallic taste dancing across his tongue.

Of course after screaming for awhile in the courtyard, the grey haired teen had immediately rushed to this classroom to finish off the shortie. Along the way, he took a detour to make a quick sacrifice to Jashin.

Let's just say they were gonna need a new substitute teacher again.

Hidan's eyes immediately fell on the sleeping shortie. The grey haired teen turned his blade forward allowing his deranged smile to reflect on the surface.

This time I'll chop his fucking head off. He told himself as his muscles tensed in preparation to charge.

However, before he could charge, a rough hand suddenly yanked the back of his collar, nearly choking him in the process.

[BAM]

In a blink of an eye, Hidan was sent hurling straight into the sidewall, slamming right into the concrete bricks and slowly sliding to the ground in a heap. The jashinist wore a dazed look on his face as an image of several Mini Rin's seemed to circle his face, laughing at him

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The sudden noise also caused the real Rin to jolt awake, her head immediately shooting up.

Who? What? Is it time to leave? She thought first as her eyes darted around the room, assessing the situation. She quickly rubbed the remaining drool off her face when she saw the towering man now standing at the front of the class.

The shortie immediately felt an immense pressure fill the room as the man who threw Hidan walked behind the teacher's desk. He wore a pitch black trench coat which hung to just above his black army boots and a large gash that reached from his forehead to his chin cutting cleanly across his tanned face.

The man curled his lip up in a dark smirk, "Alright trash, I'm your new teacher, Ibiki Morino." he introduced, "But you will remember me as your own personal hell." His voice projected a wave of authority, silencing the entire room.

Hidan gritted his teeth angrily, rubbing his aching head as he slowly sat up from the ground. He hadn't expected them to send Ibiki to be their next teacher. Dammit, they must have run out of substitutes.

Deidara let out a small groan from his own seat. Ibiki wouldn't get chased off like the other weak teachers. He was one of Konaha Elite's permanent professors. That alone showed that he wasn't someone you wanted to mess with.

Ibiki glared at each student in the class, enjoying the way a few of them trembled in fear or avoided his gaze. However, others defiantly glared straight back at him. A disapproving frown formed on the now teacher's face. These runts needed to learn their place.

"Today you will be tested to determine your worth in my eyes." Ibiki continued as he walked down the aisle of desks, placing a packet of pages at each desk. His heavy footsteps resounded against the concrete floor.

"Oh...and if you fail, You WILL be expelled." He turned quickly on his heel as he emphasized each word.

The class immediately exploded in chorus of complaints.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" screamed Hidan as he jolted up from the ground.

"I ain't doing this, -un!" grumbled Deidara.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Asked Kankuro.

"SILENCE." Ibiki shouted, causing everyone to freeze from the raw force of his words. " You have the rest of class to finish." he tersely stated. Then he sat down in the front seat and crossed his arms, waiting.

The class began to grudgingly pick up their pencils and start the test. Ibiki observed everyone, watching for cheaters with his keen eyes. Anyone he caught would have wished they never tried in the first place.

As his dark eyes scanned the room, they fell on a short kid with black hair sitting in the front. The kid hadn't even touched the page, his eyes staring intensely at the empty paper.

What the hell is that brat doing? Ibiki thought as he glared at the boy suspiciously.

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Though Gaara rarely came into contact with other people, he understood very well how they acted. People naturally hid their true selves: whispering sugar-coated lies with fake smiles instead.

They hated appearing weak, so they pretended they weren't.

They hated not knowing, so they pretended they did.

They hated being inferior so they put others down to feel better about themselves.

This is why Gaara was fairly surprised when he glanced over at Rin Sasaki only to find the kid frozen and staring straight at the empty test, not even pretending to fill in questions.

It only took a second for the red head to notice the lack of a backpack near the shortie as well as a "I'm fucking screwed" look on the his face and realize the problem.

Gaara sighed to himself as he inwardly face palmed. What kind of a moron forgets to bring a pencil to school?!

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Rin Sasaki was currently having a mental breakdown.

Why the fuck did you have to throw your backpack at that guy! Stupid! Stupid! Stuuuuuupid!!! She shouted at herself as the mini Rin in her head proceeded to bang her head against a brick wall. Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!

Maybe I can write my answers in blood. Rin suddenly thought, her eyes turning to her right thumb.

She grimaced at the thought, reluctant to proceed. Ugh... this is gonna hurt.

Suddenly, a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Rin turned to her left to see the red haired guy seated next to her discreetly holding out a freshly sharpened no. 2 pencil, his eyes still focused on his own test as he did.

The shortie's eyes widened to the size of saucers. The morning light seemed to glisten off the yellow pencil washing it in a shower of gold as an angelic voice sang around it in praise. Her hand hesitated to reach out, almost afraid to touch, as if she feared that it would disappear at any moment.

Hurry up and take it you idiot! Gaara scowled, getting annoyed that the shortie was taking so damn long. After filling in the next blank, he quickly glanced to his left to see why the idiot hadn't taken the pencil yet.

To his surprise, the red head found Rin staring straight at him, his watery, midnight eyes seemed to glisten with gratitude as he finally took the pencil. The red head could almost hear the shortie's voice repeatedly thanking him through the shining expression the brat wore.

Gaara froze like a deer caught in the headlights, completely at a loss for words. 

And at that moment, for the first time in his entire life, the red head actually felt a shiver crawl down his back.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? He wondered to himself as he quickly turned his gaze back to his own test

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(5:00 P.M., Boy's Dormitory)

Gaara navigated down the unfamiliar hallway of the Boy's dormitory, a detached look on his face as he kept his eyes forward. He rarely went here, preferring to spend his nights on assassination missions or hacking into the bank accounts of wealthy company owners. But for some reason the red head was completely exhausted today. 

 Maybe it was because he had actually gone to school and sat in that uncomfortable seat for 8 hours straight...or maybe it was because of his meeting with Rin Sasaki.

Gaara paused for a second as the flashback of that black haired shortie and his "eyes of gratitude" played through his mind. The red head immediately felt the hairs on his arms unconsciously stand up at the image.

Damnit. Gaara cursed as he forced the feeling away. It would be best to stay as far away as possible from that guy He told himself as he walked up to his designated dorm. He calmly unlocked the door and walked into the medium sized room.

Suddenly the assassin froze. 

Even before the door had closed, Gaara sensed something very, very wrong with his dorm.

His seafoam eyes suspiciously scanned the area as he stopped in the center of the room, not making a single sound.

The light had been left on, the floor rug had been moved an inch to the left, and the bed was messy.

At that moment the door to the bathroom flung open behind him and a familiar voice called out in surprise.

"Oh, it's pencil guy... so you're my roommate?"

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Whoohoo! Second chapter done. (￣▽￣)ノ

So yeah, while doing some character research for this chapter, I realized two things:

1). Gaara was a fricking bloodthirsty, insane monster in the beginning of Naruto. (I think I never realized this because in most of the Naruto Fanfics on this site, Gaara fell in "love" pretty easily =_=)

2). Hidan is hilarious in the anime (I re-watched his fight with Asuma and Shikamaru XD)

Anyways for this chapter, I tried to modify Gaara's character so that he seemed more insane/ psychopathic. I feel like it's more fun this way... or maybe that's just because I personally find crazy, insane guys more attractive than nice, friendly guys. 

And yeah, He's Rin's roommate now, so they're gonna have lots of fun in the future. <--(no perverted thought please XD).

So here's the question I'm wondering: which version of Gaara do you guys prefer? O.o

Also, suggestions for other things to add into this story are welcome. I love to read these kind of comments the most. :3

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