7/2/2010 Sunday

Tomorrow is the start of hell, homework and lectures. Now, I just wish to become like Riddle and Tare. Guys, I admire you.

Well... I may not be able to update tomorrow, so here. I have decided to give you another fic over the weekend. Please visit Riddle's blog: http://www.lifesariddle.blogspot.com
She/He (unknown gender) is a good writer. Take a look into his/her thoughts. :3

Now, without further ado...

Retard fics- An Akatsuki School [Sasori]

Pein could not believe how his school was turning into an almost complete failure. The teachers are highly skilled ninjas whom could wipe out an entire country if possible. They had decades of experience on the battlefield, skills that no ninja could rival.

Two teachers... TWO highly skilled Akatsuki members, were temporarily removed from their teaching post in less than half a day. And it was one verus twenty or a hundred students. Unskilled students who could not even toss a kunai into the wall. He slapped a hand to his forehead. "Sasori better do a good job."

Now, it was history lesson. Ying Ting, Amanda, Claire and Janice sat in the lecture theatre. Felicia was busy enjoying the air-con in the library because she didn't take history. However, Janice should be with her. Janice came to the lecture theatre not out of a sudden passion for history, rather for a chance to stare at Sasori.

She squealed when Sasori entered the lecture theatre. He raised an eyebrow and asked: "Do I have only ten students taking History? Pity. I always thought History was more enticing than Geography."

He beckoned the students to move closer and he turned the microphone off. He grinned and Janice squealed again. "I suppose you now know what is college is about. We teach you to kill using oblivious and modern methods. However, this college is not all about practical. Today, I will teach you some theory. We require this knowledge of poisons in order to kill.

I shall teach you the art of poisoning, as well as the history of art."

Unfortunately, Sasori refused to let them handle any poison. He simply went through slide shows to teach the students about the formation of these poisons over time. Some of the lethal poisons dated back even Before Christ. However, they saw no sign of the history of art. One hour before the end of the lecture, he stopped teaching.

"I select only the best students to take my second module: the history of art. You have to pass a test in order for me to take you in. I want an essay written now. I shall give you the remaining time to tell me: What is art?"

The rest of the students simply wrote furiously. Some were able to complete a four page essay, a five page essay. Ying Ting, Amanda, Claire and Janice simply fell asleep. Sasori did not bother waking them up. When the time was almost up, the four girls woke up and scribbled just one line on their paper. Sasori rolled his eyes and murmured: "Those girls are going to fail."

At the end of the lesson, he had a hard time trying to get out of the lecture theatre. Janice hugged him tightly and squealed: "Kyaaa! Sasori-sensei!!!!!!!!!!"

"Get off me. I simply have no time to entertain you."

Janice simply clung on tighter. After hours of shaking Janice off, he was finally able to mark the scripts in peace. Sasori did not pass the students who wrote the long essays. "They did not capture the essence of art."

Then, he sighed when he saw the single line on the four girl's essays. However, he had to be fair. He picked it up. When he read the sentence, his hand stopped moving. His eyes read the sentence of all four girl's papers.

The next day, the results were out. Janice, Ying Ting, Claire and Amanda scored full marks for their essay and were the only ones who could enter the module. And this was what the paper looked like:

Q: What is art?

A: Art is eternal.

Remarks: An excellent insight. You have excelled.

Sasori was nearly fired for that.

R&R ^w^