"This is my side." The red head spoke in a hoarse tone, "and that side is yours," He added as he hacked off the last piece of duct tape, and placed it on the ground, creating a solid grey line which split the room right in half.

"Uh-huh..." a voice replied casually as the continuous sound of a bed creaking followed.

Gaara let out a small sigh, holding in his irritation as he turned his gaze towards the noise. At that moment, on the opposite side of the duct tape line, a certain shortie was lying on the other bed, haphazardly kicking her feet up and down in a bored manner, while staring up at a brownish-red stain which covered half of the ceiling.

The assassin's eyes narrowed in suspicion at the kid's reaction- or should he say lack of reaction.

A brief memory of his last roommate flashed through his mind.

He still remembered how his previous roommate had taken one look at him and tried to make a run for it. That day the red head had been in an especially bad mood, which was how the stain on the ceiling came to be.

Sending a glare straight at Rin, the red head uttered a final icy warning. "Understand, if you cross this line...I'll kill you--- If you touch my things...I'll kill you--- If you so much as breathe too loudly..i'll ki-"

"Yeah, yeah, you'll kill me." Rin interrupted as her feet suddenly stopped moving. The shortie always disliked it when people ordered her around. It pissed her off.

"Darn, pencil guy, you talk too much." She complained lifting her head up to stare straight at the red haired teen as she puffed her cheeks out in annoyance.

Gaara tensed at the response. His first instinct was to snatch the 6 inch dagger sitting on his bedside table and make a new stain on the ceiling.

But the moment the shortie's large midnight eyes made eye contact with him, the red head froze again.

The assassin unconsciously averted his gaze, feeling another wave of uncomfortable shivers crawl across his skin again. He couldn't help but scowl at himself as his hand tightened. What the hell was happening to him?!

"Just stay the hell away from me." He grumbled before laying down in his bed, his back to the shortie. He heard Rin give a small huff in response, followed by the bed creaking one final time.

Then the lights clicked off sending the room into darkness.

But Gaara didn't fall asleep, even when he heard the soft snoring coming from the other end of the room. Because the moment the red head closed his eyes, the same dream would appear before him:

An endlessly dark hallway

Muffled weeping in the distance

Running...One foot after the other

A brown haired lady floating...no dangling from above

Coarse, leather rope holding her up

A streak of bright red blood dripping from her mouth

...

Mom

The red head's eyes shot wide open again as he felt a sharp jolt of pain flash through his head.  Gaara immediately sat up, his left hand desperately gripping his forehead as he stumbled through the darkness towards the front door. The alarm clock, which dimly illuminated the room, read 1:03 on its face as the assassin staggered out of the room. 

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            The strong rays of sunlight streamed through the window blinds as Rin let out a long yawn and stretched out her arm. Still half-asleep, the shortie turned her head up, her blurred eyes focusing on the alarm clock on her bedside table:

11:28 A.M

...

As the time registered in her mind, Rin's heart stopped for a fraction of a second. As fast as lightning, the shortie scrambled into a sitting position, messily kicking the bed covers off, as she rapidly took a look around the dorm.

It was empty.

A scowl came to Rin's face, Why didn't that guy wake me up too? She wondered as she frantically put on her uniform and scarfed down a slice of bread. In the distance she heard the faint ringing of a school bell signaling the start of lunch.

Damnit...I'm late again! The shortie cursed to herself, racing out of the room, a pencil in one hand and her left shoe in the other.
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            Deidara rudely pushed the other students out of the way, sending a glare at anyone who complained as he forced his way to the front of the crowd.

His eyes immediately fell on the source of all the excitment: a white sheet of paper with a list of names. Ibiki-sensei had just posted the exam results and all the students were anxious to see if they passed.

            The blond placed his finger on the page, moving it down as he scanned the list for his name.

Uchiha...Sabuku....

Deidara's finger suddenly stopped. His blue eyes focused on one spot as a wide grin grew on his face.

"Alright! 7th place- un" The bomber boasted to his other classmates as he beamed with pride. On the inside, he secretly let out a sigh of relief, glad that he wouldn't have to take a make-up exam.

However his victory was short lived.

"Huh...only 7th? Even your grades are pathetic." A monotone voice commented from behind 

The blond's smile fell right off his face, replaced with an annoyed scowl as he whipped around, finger pointed in accusation, "Oh yeah, Sasori?! I didn't see your name before mine-un?" He snapped back.

To his surprise, the red head simply smirked in response before pointing back at the paper. Deidara slowly followed Sasori's finger, his eyes finally landing at the top of the page:

1st place: Sasori Akasuna and Itachi Uchiha. Final score 100/100

Deidara paused for a moment, completely speechless as he reread the line two more times to make sure. Then the bomber quickly straightened up and walked away down the hallway without another word.

The moment the blond went around the corner, Sasori heard the loud crash of a trashcan being kicked down followed by several curses.  For a brief second, a smirk came onto the usually emotionless face of the red head.

However, the lively atmosphere quickly changed as a frigid chill filled the hallway. Sasori, immediately noticing the change, turned his attention back to his left. His eyes fell on a certain dark haired kid rooted in front of the bulletin board. The red head could almost see the dark rain clouds forming above the shortie's head as he stood there, his eyes glued to the white page.

What's wrong with him? Sasori slowly wondered to himself as he walked up behind the shortie. He casually glanced at where Rin was staring, his widening in complete shock at what he saw.

25th place: Rin Sasaki. Final score: 4/100

Sasori felt like someone had just high fived him...in the head...with a chair. His eyebrow began to twitch slightly as he stared at the score

How the hell did this guy even get into this school?!

At that moment, the red head heard a small chuckle from behind. He turned around just in time to see Itachi pass by, an amused smile on his face. "Don't forget my money Friday." The weasel snickered before walking away.

Sasori's eyes narrowed in pure hatred as his fists tightened. Like hell I will he thought as he quickly turned his attention back to depressed, mushroom-like figure currently crouched in front of the board.
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Rin had never failed once in her life. Her tutors had always praised her for being such a skilled student. Sure all her 'exams' had been killing things, creating poisons or testing out weapons, but she still couldn't believe that she had done so badly.

I couldn't even beat that idiot Hidan! The shortie wailed to herself as she crouched down, her hands grasping her hair tightly. The very thought made her depression increase tenfold.

On the inside her mind was racing for an explanation, any excuse to explain how this could have happened. That teacher must be out to get me or something...or he got the test answers confused?

"Hey, brat." Rin heard a voice vaguely call out from beside her, but the shortie was too engrossed in her thoughts to pay attention.

Maybe I should kill him? Hmm... that teacher seems pretty strong. Shoot him? No...Oh, How about poiso-

Suddenly a hand yanked Rin's collar, lifting her clean off the ground and promptly interrupting her attack plans.

The shortie angrily looked up, coming face to face with a scowling red haired teen.

"Oi, put me down!" She barked out as she tried to squirm out of the red head's grasp, but it was no use.

Sasori just let out a bitter sigh. Ignoring the complaints of the brat, he flung Rin over his shoulder like an old backpack and he began to walk towards the front entrance.

"I said, put me down!" Rin repeated again, louder than before. "I'll bite your hand off if you don't!" she threatened as she twisted her face in an attempt to do just that.

A giant irk mark appeared on Sasori's head as he paused in the doorway.

Calm down...think about the bet. The red head repeated in his mind trying to control his anger. At that moment he felt a tongue touch his hand.

It took the combined memory of Itachi's infuriating smirk as well as all of Sasori's patience to stop himself from murdering the shortie right then and there.

After another second, he finally spoke. "I'm going to tutor you." He replied in a terse voice, "...So stop squirming already."

Rin immediately ceased trying to gnaw off the red head's hand off when she heard his words. "Huh? Why would you do that for me?" the shortie asked, the surprise clear in her voice.

Sasori just scowled as he continued walking out of the building, "I don't have two hundred dollars to spare." He murmured under his breath.

The answer confused Rin, but she didn't dare to say anything more. She knew enough to sense that the red haired teen was not in the best mood at that moment.

Rin let out a small sigh as she hung limply form the guy's shoulder. She didn't even know his name.

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Gaara sat under the same tree in the courtyard, looking up at the blue sky and enjoying the silence. He briefly closed his eyes, still tired from another sleepless night; however, low whispers on the other side of the tree disturbed the red head's peace.

The assassin face darkened as he reached into his pocket for his dagger.

Suddenly a certain name caught his attention. Gaara released his grip around the dagger hilt as he turned his ear to listen closer.

"I swear it was Sasori!" Kiba exclaimed in a loud whisper as he described what he had seen. Around him sat Naruto, Shikamaru, and Sasuke, all watching intently.

"Hey now, are you sure it wasn't just some other red haired kid?" Shikamaru questioned with an eyebrow raised.

Kiba shook his head, "It was definitely Sasori, even his scent was the same." He added, wrinkling his nose.

"Wait Kiba." Naruto interrupted as he scratched his head in confusion, "So you're saying that you saw Akasuna Sasori walking down the hall with a short kid flung over his shoulder? That just doesn't sound believable" He replied.

"I hate to say it, but Naruto has a point" Shikamaru agreed.

Naruto grinned stupidly for a second before fully comprehending what Shikamaru implied. "Hey what's that suppose to mean?!" the blondie scowled as he prepared to punch the lazy teen.

"Stop it, Naruto." Sasuke ordered, sending a sharp glare at the class clown. Then he turned back to the brown haired wolf boy. "What did the kid look like, Kiba?" he asked.

"Hmm, well from where I was standing, he had dark, longish hair," Kiba replied, "I didn't recognize his scent, so he must be new."

Sasuke frowned, lost in his own thought. Dark hair? From other rumors he had heard, a new kid who had recently pissed off Hidan also had dark hair. Were they the same person? Or was it just a coincidence?

The raven haired teen opened his mouth to ask Kiba another question, but before he could speak a callous voice interrupted their discussion. "Dog boy..." It spoke, "Which way did you see them go?"

Kiba looked up, a scowl on his face at being called 'Dog boy,' but it quickly disappeared the moment he realized who had spoken. The brown haired teen felt his blood run cold as he watched Gaara walk towards them.

Even Naruto had fallen silent at the arrival of the infamous teen.

Kiba quickly tried to put on a fake a smile but it came out more like a grimace. Lifting a shaking hand, He motioned towards the boys' dorm. "Uhh...t-they went that way." He promptly replied, praying that Gaara wouldn't kill them. The brown haired teen had personally seen the red head brutally murder one of the other students just last week. Apparently the student had got in Gaara's way.

Luckily for them, Gaara just turned and began walking in the direction he had pointed in.

Kiba let out a small sigh of relief, his heartbeat still racing in his chest. It wasn't until the red head was far away did the four boys let down their guard.

"Man..." Naruto mumbled softly.

At first it looked like the boy was trembling out of fear, but the blond suddenly shot up, revealing clear excitement plastered on his face, "I really want to fight this new guy now!" He shouted with an idiotic grin.

Sasuke rolled his eyes at the blondie's comment. However he too was making a mental note to research more about this strange new kid. This guy definitely seems like trouble.   
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Deidara sat on his bed, back against the wall as he angrily fiddled with the live bomb sitting on his lap. After being humiliated by Sasori, the bomber had decided to skip school and return to his dorm.

"Stupid puppet freak," He muttered quietly to himself, glaring at the other side of the room as he spoke. The shelves were covered with puppets of all different shapes and sizes-their lifeless, wooden eyes staring straight at him- and the floor was littered with puppet pieces.

"Can't even clean up his mess," He grumbled.

Maybe I should just blow up his entire collection-un? The blond wondered as a mischievous grin came onto his face.

But before Deidara could carry out his plan, the dorm room slammed open, and a certain red head came marching in, grey body bag slung over his shoulder.

The bomber scrambled up in surprise, fumbling with his homemade bomb. "Oh Sasori, you're back early? What bomb-un?...I wasn't going to blow up your puppets!" He quickly said, the words streaming out of his mouth, as he indiscreetly hid his ticking creation behind him. 

Deidara gave another forced laugh, hoping Sasori wouldn't kill him. The last time he had touched one of Sasori's puppets, the guy had almost poisoned him!

At that moment, the body bag on the puppet freak's shoulder shifted a bit, catching the bomber's attention. Deidara lifted up his right eyebrow in surprise, "Oi, what's in the body bag, Sasori?" he quickly asked, his curiosity overtaking his fear.

Sasori carefully examined the annoying blond for any signs of realization before replying. Luckily for him, the blond was an idiot who had no idea what could possibly be in a body bag.

"Just parts for my new puppet." The red head answered in his usual icy tone.

Deidara could have sworn that the bag shifted slightly again when Sasori made the reply, but before the bomber could comment, the red hair quickly dropped the bag on the ground and began walking towards him, a darkened expression on his face.

"Now what was that you said about blowing up my puppets?" The red head asked a sharp glint in his eyes.

The next thing Deidara knew, he was thrown straight out of the dorm room, landing abruptly on the hallway rug.

"I have actual art to attend to." He heard Sasori grumble from behind, "So don't bother me." Then the door slammed close, followed by the sound of a lock clicking into place. 

Deidara quickly picked himself up from the floor, frowning as he patted himself clean. The blond wasn't upset from being thrown out- Sasori usually threw him out when he wanted to work on his puppets.

However, for the bomber, something just didn't add up about the scene that had just occurred. The blond slowly stroked his nonexistent beard as he thought deeply to himself. Why did Sasori hide the puppet parts in a body bag...he never did that before...very strange indeed.

Suddenly a devious grin came onto the bomber's as he turned his gaze back to the closed door. Time to figure out what that puppet freak's really up to!

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Sasori slammed his door shut before grabbing the bag again and dumping out its contents. Immediately a certain black haired shortie tumbled out and onto the floor with a few other old puppet pieces. Rin gave a sharp scowl still gripping her head in pain. "What the hell!" She growled."You didn't have to drop me you potato!"

Sasori raised an eyebrow at the insult, "Potato?" he asked in an even voice as he crossed his arms. "What kind of an insult is that you midget?"

This caused Rin to puff out her cheeks, "Well I don't know your actual name." She snapped back.

"It's Sasori." The red haired replied as he carefully went to work organizing the scattered puppet pieces.

Rin's eyes followed the teen, as she looked around the medium sized room. Like her dorm, there were two beds and two desks as well as a door which led to a small bathroom. However, this dorm was a complete mess. One side of the room was covered with manikins of all sizes, while the other side had random clay pieces, copper wires, and questionable explosions littering the floor. 

Suddenly a wooden ruler thumped Rin hard on her head, snapping her attention back.

"Owww! What the hell!" she screamed as she glared at Sasori who held the measuring stick in his hand.

"Quit daydreaming." Sasori sighed as he promptly whacked her again.

Rin tightly gripped her head where the ruler had made contact, feeling the start of a bump already forming in the spot, "How about you stop it then!" She spat as she dexterously moved to her left to dodge another attack.

Sasori's hand suddenly shot out and grabbed Rin by the collar. He brought the black haired kid's face right up to his."Listen here Shortie." he spoke in a low, callous voice," I am risking my entire reputation here to teach you this stuff, you worthless retard, so you better behave."

Rin felt a chill roll down her spine as she took in Sasori's rancorous remark. She had never met someone with such strong killing intent. However, the shortie's momentary fear was quickly replaced with an even stronger emotion: A feeling of hatred towards his arrogance.

Who the hell is he calling a retard?! The shortie seethed.

At that moment, Sasori suddenly released his grip. Caught off guard, Rin fell backwards onto the ground, her head colliding with the hard floor. Then, without a second glance at the shortie, Sasori walked to the other side of the room, rummaging around his messy desk for studying materials.

Rin had to use all her energy, not to completely obliterate the puppet freak when he turned his back to her. If she accidentally killed him, then she would never pass high school.

"Go bald, Sasori." she mumbled under her breathe as she pushed herself back up, rubbing her head while she did.

"What did you say?" Sasori's chilly voice echoed as he stopped moving and turned to glare at the shortie.

"I said that you're an amazing artist." Rin immediately replied, a fake smile plastered on her face.

*WHACK*                                

Sasori's ruler came flying out of nowhere, ramming straight into Rin's skull, a direct hit. The shortie recoiled back a few steps from the force. "Stop that! You're making me dumber." She complained.

Sasori couldn't help but smirked, "Like that's possible." He retorted. Then he dropped a heavy book directly in front of the shortie. "Let's start with math."

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Deidara scrunched his eyes as he focused on making out the muffled noise from the other side of the door, unfortunately he couldn't hear too much. Damn...if only this door wasn't locked-un. The bomber thought to himself.

Suddenly a bright idea came to the bomber's mind. He quickly dug in his right pocket, pulling out a set of bobby pins.

Why did he carry these around? ...Well he had his reasons.

Without a second to lose, the bomber began working at picking the lock, eager to find out what Sasori was hiding from him.

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"There are fifty lions in a cage, you need to separate them into 4 groups, how many lions should be in each gro-"

"Why the hell would you even want to separate lions?!"

"3x+21=7.5, find x"

"I don't get it....It's right there!"        

"Joan has three apples, Mary has two, Billy has one. What does Mary have to do to get the same number of apples as Joan?"

...

"Kill Billy."

Sasori face palmed for the thousandth time this day as he tried to contain his ever growing frustration. He was beginning to see how the shortie got a score even lower than Hidan. He couldn't even answer simple math problems properly!

Rin was also equally annoyed at Sasori. The guy sucked at being a teacher! All he did was shout at her and whack her with that stupid ruler. The shortie was positive that she had lost at least half her brain cells due to his abuse. 

At that moment, Sasori launch into another lecture, explaining the "correct" way to solve the problems.

Rin let out a heavy sigh as she tried hard to focus on the red haired guy's words. But it wasn't long before the vapid words began to merge into a single phrase which sounded along the lines of: "blah blah blah."

*WHACK*

"I wasn't even doing anything!" Rin screamed as she jolted up.

"My bad, my hand slipped that time." Sasori curtly replied, not seeming the slightest bit apologetic.

But it was the last straw for Rin.

The shortie immediately jumped for the ruler, bent on grabbing the wooden device and getting some good old revenge. "Let's see how you like getting hit by this thing!" she shouted as her hand wrapped around the ruler and pulled hard.

Sasori also tightened his grip as the two grappled for control over the stick. The red head was genuinely surprised at the strength of the shortie, but he refused to lose.

Suddenly Rin stepped on a lose puppet part, sending her left foot rolling forward. The shortie let out a surprised yelp as she lost her balance, tumbling to the ground, pulling both the ruler and Sasori down with her.

[CRASH]

Rin groaned. Her back was aching from the impact, and there was a crushing weight on top of her as well. As she slowly opened her eyes, she realized that her face was mere inches away from Sasori's, both their hands still gripping the ruler.

At that very same moment, the door to the room clicked open as a certain blond haired bomber bursted in.

Deidara beamed with pride at the fact that he actually managed to open the door. Then his blue eyes saw the scene before him and his smile transformed into and expression of pure horror.

Through the bomber's eyes he saw a poor, defenseless shortie, lying face-up on the floor, with malicious Sasori on top of him, pinning the little boy's arms to the ground.

The bomber quickly pieced together the information, his face flushed pink with embarrassment as he imagined what they had been doing...so that's why he had heard shouting.

 
"Sasori, you pervert-un!" The blond cried out loud.

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Lol, Ending it here. ﾍ(=￣∇￣)ﾉ

Darn Deidara, always thinking up weird things.

Anyways, Super long chapter, originally it was suppose to be two, but I didn't have a good place to end so I just kept it all together. Think of it as a gift for not updating sooner :3

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