The Daily Struggle [Itachi + Deidara]

[Annabel]

ooc; For me and Tori. Do not intrude upon our shenanigans without asking nicely.
Also why is it that every single time I make a thread, I somehow end up making a new board. LOL

There was a fierce battle that took place each day in the staff-room without fail, and where all others had abandoned their posts along with half-empty coffee cups and dirty dishes, one man stood tall. One man stood, fixing his intense, dark gaze on his opponent, and thought; I wonder if that's an E or a B.
Uchiha Itachi was having his daily fight with the eye test.

He'd been reading with glasses for several years now, but lately he'd felt compelled to see how much he really needed them; and so, while the other teachers filtered out of the staff room to their third period classes after interval, Itachi would take off his glasses (if he was wearing them) and proceed to have an intense stare-down with the sheet pinned up above the sink. Down the bottom was a friendly message reading "worried about your eyesight? Consult your optometrist today!", but Itachi could not read this, as he was currently stuck on the third line down. Then again, it could be a 3. Uh oh, shouldn't have thrown that wild card into the mix. No, that's not right. Who would put a 3 on an eye test? It's just letters.

The simplest thing to do, really, would just be to put his glasses on and check. However, that would be admitting defeat, which was something Itachi simply did not do in the face of three-centimetre-high letters. Instead, he turned away, abandoning his battle for the moment to collect the dirty coffee cups left lying around the room. After all, the cleaning lady was actually a very lovely woman, and it would be rude to cause her extra stress when she came in to tidy up at the end of the day. Itachi had considered putting a sign up on one of the cupboards informing the faculty that dishes did not simply do themselves, but when he thought about it, he couldn't really be bothered. He didn't feel the need to start fights with any of his co-workers. That was one more stress he did not need.

He rinsed the cups individually before he put them in the dishwasher; not that he really needed to, but it made him feel like he was accomplishing something other than losing a staring competition with a laminated piece of paper on the wall. Sasuke has Math right now, he thought idly. I'll talk to Kobayashi-san when she comes back. She said he hasn't been all that responsive in class lately.

[/i] A pause as he finished putting away the dishes, and kept finding himself with nothing to do. He took out another cup and flipped the switch to boil the jug. He continued to pointedly ignore the eye test while he made himself tea.

Actually, I think it is a B, he decided, as he sipped his drink and gave the poster another accusatory stare. And he moved on to line four. Now, is that a Q or a G...?[/i]
The life of a high school History teacher was truly glamorous and fulfilling.
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[→ victoria]

So, Deidara's day could have run a bit more smoothly.
Wait, wasn't that usually the case?

The blond ran slender, artist's fingers through his hair as he glowered down at a note that the principal had handed him after a brief meeting held with all the interns, teaching assistants, and aids. It was just a little thing; just a small reminder of sorts. "Don't let your anger get out of hand, Deidara. Try to be more professional." His slanted, blue eyes were even more narrowed as they read over the words typed so casually into the wrinkled paper (his hands had been busy fussing with it earlier). Anger? What anger? His students had mentioned something about it, his coworkers had teased him for it... What the hell were they on about? Whatever the case, the disgruntled TA occupied his fingers with ripping the note to uneven shreds. His jaw was clenched and his visible eyes was ablaze in momentary wrath until there was little more to see of the letter than small scraps of paper that he swept behind the gap between his desk and the wall.
Fuck, I need coffee.

Deidara stood with a huff and snatched up his mug from a shelf in his small, makeshift office. He could have been gentler when he kicked the door closed behind himself with a jerk of his heel. He could have also been gentler when he'd bumped his shoulder into a student who'd been hurrying, late, to class. They'd muttered an apology and rushed off on their way, though Deidara just curled his lip in further distaste. Ever since he'd been having more "confrontations" with Sai, he'd found himself growing less tolerable toward the majority of the student body. They were all over-privileged, snotty brats who didn't deserve half the praise they were granted. They'd done nothing to earn it... They just had money where it counted. Little fuckers. They didn't even deserve to learn from the vast, exciting knowledge he was offering to give them. So, if he had so many complaints, why didn't he just quit? Because he couldn't. Not yet, anyway. Besides, he'd heard that some of the faculty expected he'd take his leave before the first semester was over. Yeah, no. The hot-headed artist certainly wasn't going to give them that satisfaction.

He entered the staff room unceremoniously, just shoving open the door with his shoulder and not giving a damn when it slammed behind him. But as he made his way over to the coffee pot, his mind finally managed to become more aware of other people in the vicinity. Well, person. There was just one person. It had to be him, huh? Deidara was caught between smirking and sneering. So, with a grunt, he poured himself some coffee, as though determined not to acknowledge any presence Uchiha Itachi might have had in the room. But... Well, the young artist's attention found itself wondering why the hell the other man was having such an intense stare-down with a poster pinned above the sink. Huh. Weirdo.

Unfortunately, this averted attention caused him to forget that he'd been pouring coffee for himself. Some of it trickled past the rim and he hissed when droplets landed on some of his fingers. He stopped pouring, of course, and set the coffee pot back in its place. But, still, his eyes flickered between Itachi and his apparent new nemesis. Deidara casually licked some of the split coffee from his fingers as he tried to decipher the plight that his coworker may have been struggling with. This, however, turned into amusement. Mocking amusement, but amusement nonetheless. Oh, the great composed Itachi glowering at a stupid piece of paper? Heh. He'd known the guy wasn't quite right in the head. Why was it that other members of the staff seemed to favor him, then? Deidara had never seen their reasoning behind it. Idiots. Itachi was clearly losing it. Sight, mind, the whole shebang. The sculptor would be sure to proclaim, "I told you so!" when the bastard was hauled off to the hospital for some manner of mental illness.

"Who's winning, un?" he finally asked in a condescending drawl. He stepped forward to wave a hand in front of Itachi's eyes, snorting and finally managing to lift the corners of his ever-expressive lips. "The staring contest, I mean. Because you don't stand a chance against the eye chart." He walked over to the poster of interest, flicking it with his fingers and scoffing as he rolled his eyes and glanced back toward Itachi with a crooked smirk tilted on his mouth. "You can't read it, can you? Tch. Blind as a bat. Just put on your glasses before you hurt yourself."

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ooc; told you i'd get it up this morning! better posts to come, ffs. i'll try not to write crap next reply. D: