p class="MsoNormal"All of his life Deidara had lived in Iwagakure, seeing the same faces, the same places, and nothing ever changing. There was so much he wanted to do and experience, and Iwagakure was doing nothing to help him achieve that. It was precisely the reason he had decided to pick a college that was practically on the opposite side of the world from Iwagakure: Konoha. He'd heard good things about it, so he didn't need to worry about lacklustre teaching, and who knows? Life might be a little more interesting there than the monotony he'd gotten used to in Iwagakure. He hadn't exactly felt much sadness as he left, merely enjoying the trip as he travelled, wondering how things would turn out. Right away he felt freer, relishing the chance to be more independent. Iwagakure had never let him be like that, but he could do what he wanted now. Not to mention he had always looked younger than he was, which often meant people treated him like a kid, when that was nowhere near the case. Naturally, he wasn't about to let that happen here, and he'd show up anyone who tried to act otherwise./p
p class="MsoNormal"Not that he'd been afraid to do so before. He'd got into plenty of fights in Iwagakure—just because he might be smaller, didn't mean he wasn't about to fight back. It wasn't just Deidara's size, however. He had opinions and views, and he had never been the kind of person to sit back and let someone badmouth them. Though there hadn't been many who shared those opinions in Iwagakure. He was an artist, and used his art to express so much of himself and his outlook on life. People had never got that, however, and it had frequently left him as an 'outcast', of sorts. Even though he had his parents, they never paid any attention to him. They were pretty much constantly on vacation, and ignored him if he em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"was/em around, so if they didn't care, why should he? They had never enforced any rules, and as such, as he started going to school he hadn't cared what rules he was supposed to obey or how he was supposed to act. Deidara wanted to be himself, and nothing more. If doing so meant he broke some rules, then so what? It only made it more fun overall. There might be some who would say he liked the attention—that he needed it after spending all those years without his parents giving any to him—but Deidara didn't listen to shit like that. He had his own reasons for doing things, and it was his opinion that mattered./p
p class="MsoNormal"That wasn't to say he was about to shy away from making friends now he was going to college. He'd always been a social person, and moving to somewhere completely new, he'd be meeting so many new people along with it. And as much as he'd always been an outcast, Deidara wouldn't say he'd ever had a lot of enemies. Most of them were just jealous of him, whether it was his artistic talent, or his overall appearance. Deidara wouldn't describe himself as arrogant, per se, but he knew he was good looking. There were also plenty of girls in Iwagakure who would be willing to testify to that fact. Along with his general confidence, Deidara wasn't worried about moving to a new city and joining this college. It was just another part of life, and one he was going to make sure to enjoy thoroughly. He'd make his way, regardless of what got put in his path, a thought that was only cemented as the cab he'd gotten from the airport pulled up outside the college. Grinning at that, he handed the money he owed to the driver, before grabbing his stuff and stepping out, not looking back once as he passed through the gates./p
p class="MsoNormal"Taking a good look over the campus, he had to admit, the general layout was pretty artistic, especially the buildings and sculptures that were dotted around. Already feeling good about his decision to come here, Deidara quickly pulled out the piece of paper that had all the details about what he should do upon arriving and looked it over. In the courtyard around the corner from the entrance, he would find the check in area where he could get the information for his classes and general stuff around the college. Checking the overview map, he'd already been given, Deidara realised his dorm was farther away than the check in, and decided it was easier to just pick up everything he needed on his way over there. It's not like he'd brought that much stuff with him anyway, so carrying his bags a little further wouldn't hurt. With that in mind, he picked up his bag once again and set off, heading in the direction of the courtyard./p
p class="MsoNormal"Within ten minutes or so (most of which had been standing in the queue), Deidara had managed to collect all the information he needed, and already knowing where his dorm was, he made a quick check of the map to make sure he knew where he was going, and then set off again. He didn't pay much attention to the people around him—everyone was too busy concentrating on getting to their dorms and unpacking to really be focusing on meeting others and making friends. That would come later, meaning Deidara ambled his way through the campus, looking it over as he did so. At least this way he could get a better understanding of the layout, and might not end up so lost when he finally began his classes. Then eventually, he noticed on one of the signs nearby that his dorm was just up ahead, and smirked, pushing onwards down the path and checking each building he saw to make sure he got the right one./p
p class="MsoNormal"Eventually he spotted it; Ame Hall. It was more on the outskirts of the campus than other dorms, tucked away in the abundance of foliage that seemed to be not only all over the campus, but the city as well. Deidara immediately liked it. It was quirky, with a character that he doubted many of the dorms on the campus had, and smirking at the idea he would be staying there, he continued down the path and up to the doors, pushing one open and sliding through. Once he was inside, he glanced down at the paper to see he was on the first floor, room number 9, and as such immediately headed for the stairs. Glancing down the corridor as he passed it, he saw the living room, and the kitchen beyond that, but at the moment, no one was around. Shrugging that off for the time being, Deidara continued up the stairs until he reached the first floor, at which point he went towards the nearest door to see what number was on it./p
p class="MsoNormal"After checking a few doors, he realised his room was further down the left corridor, and therefore turned and headed down that way. All of the doors were closed, signalling he was pretty much one of the first people to arrive at the dorm—not that Deidara cared. Instead he focused on the numbers, and eventually picked out his room; right at the end of the corridor on the left side. Nodding in acceptance, having not thought about where his room might be and not caring about that fact, Deidara reached for the handle and opened the door, turning the light on as he stepped inside and looked around. It wasn't anything special—not that he'd been expecting something fancy—but it was bigger than he'd thought it would be. It didn't have an en-suite bathroom or anything, though Deidara hadn't been expecting it to. It just meant he'd have to deal with a schedule from now on. Though it was bare, that only left plenty of space to personalise, a thought that brought a smirk to Deidara's face, and leaving the door open for now, he threw his bags onto his bed and stretched, feeling good about how everything had turned out so far./p
p class="MsoNormal"Glancing at his bags, he shrugged and headed for the bathroom—he might as well start unpacking. He didn't have much stuff, and there wasn't exactly anyone around to talk to, or anything he needed to do. True, he could go for a walk around the campus to see what he could find, but he wasn't particularly bothered. That would come with time, and he may as well get the unpacking over and done with. Having made that decision, however, as Deidara came out of the bathroom, he went straight to his bag and opened it up, looking over the contents in order to determine what would be going where. He considered this with each item he took out of the bag, placing them around the room where they fit best, immediately noting things he would buy in the meantime. He'd only really taken the basics, not seeing the point in travelling with a huge pile of stuff—not to mention he'd travelled a huge distance from Iwagakure to Konoha; it just made things difficult. Anything he needed he could buy in the city, and so it didn't bother him that the room might look a little bare to begin with./p
p class="MsoNormal"Deidara was so busy unpacking and sorting out his room that he didn't even notice anyone coming down the corridor, his back turned to the door stopping him from seeing someone appear at the doorway. It was only as he heard a soft knock that he jolted out of his trance, and abruptly realising that the others living in the dorm would have to arrive sooner or later, he immediately turned around with a smirk to see his first dorm mate. His hair was raven black, long enough to hang down to his shoulders if he didn't have it tied back, with eyes just as dark and an intense, piercing gaze. Though he looked pretty serious, the look in his eyes was friendly, and a small smirk of his own graced his lips. Deidara would admit he was handsome—at least to himself—but at the same time, there was an aura he gave off that made Deidara consider the possibility he would be dangerous if crossed. For a moment there was silence, before the stranger broke it, greeting bluntly,/p
p class="MsoNormal""I'm Itachi Uchiha."/p
p class="MsoNormal"Instantly Deidara raised an eyebrow. He might be from Iwagakure, but he'd heard of the Uchiha conglomerate. He hadn't expected one of their family to be at Konoha university, and living in a dorm like this—they had the money to go anywhere. It was why Deidara responded suspiciously,/p
p class="MsoNormal""Deidara. But…what's an Uchiha doing em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"here/em?" span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"Not that he'd been afraid to do so before. He'd got into plenty of fights in Iwagakure—just because he might be smaller, didn't mean he wasn't about to fight back. It wasn't just Deidara's size, however. He had opinions and views, and he had never been the kind of person to sit back and let someone badmouth them. Though there hadn't been many who shared those opinions in Iwagakure. He was an artist, and used his art to express so much of himself and his outlook on life. People had never got that, however, and it had frequently left him as an 'outcast', of sorts. Even though he had his parents, they never paid any attention to him. They were pretty much constantly on vacation, and ignored him if he em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"was/em around, so if they didn't care, why should he? They had never enforced any rules, and as such, as he started going to school he hadn't cared what rules he was supposed to obey or how he was supposed to act. Deidara wanted to be himself, and nothing more. If doing so meant he broke some rules, then so what? It only made it more fun overall. There might be some who would say he liked the attention—that he needed it after spending all those years without his parents giving any to him—but Deidara didn't listen to shit like that. He had his own reasons for doing things, and it was his opinion that mattered./p
p class="MsoNormal"That wasn't to say he was about to shy away from making friends now he was going to college. He'd always been a social person, and moving to somewhere completely new, he'd be meeting so many new people along with it. And as much as he'd always been an outcast, Deidara wouldn't say he'd ever had a lot of enemies. Most of them were just jealous of him, whether it was his artistic talent, or his overall appearance. Deidara wouldn't describe himself as arrogant, per se, but he knew he was good looking. There were also plenty of girls in Iwagakure who would be willing to testify to that fact. Along with his general confidence, Deidara wasn't worried about moving to a new city and joining this college. It was just another part of life, and one he was going to make sure to enjoy thoroughly. He'd make his way, regardless of what got put in his path, a thought that was only cemented as the cab he'd gotten from the airport pulled up outside the college. Grinning at that, he handed the money he owed to the driver, before grabbing his stuff and stepping out, not looking back once as he passed through the gates./p
p class="MsoNormal"Taking a good look over the campus, he had to admit, the general layout was pretty artistic, especially the buildings and sculptures that were dotted around. Already feeling good about his decision to come here, Deidara quickly pulled out the piece of paper that had all the details about what he should do upon arriving and looked it over. In the courtyard around the corner from the entrance, he would find the check in area where he could get the information for his classes and general stuff around the college. Checking the overview map, he'd already been given, Deidara realised his dorm was farther away than the check in, and decided it was easier to just pick up everything he needed on his way over there. It's not like he'd brought that much stuff with him anyway, so carrying his bags a little further wouldn't hurt. With that in mind, he picked up his bag once again and set off, heading in the direction of the courtyard./p
p class="MsoNormal"Within ten minutes or so (most of which had been standing in the queue), Deidara had managed to collect all the information he needed, and already knowing where his dorm was, he made a quick check of the map to make sure he knew where he was going, and then set off again. He didn't pay much attention to the people around him—everyone was too busy concentrating on getting to their dorms and unpacking to really be focusing on meeting others and making friends. That would come later, meaning Deidara ambled his way through the campus, looking it over as he did so. At least this way he could get a better understanding of the layout, and might not end up so lost when he finally began his classes. Then eventually, he noticed on one of the signs nearby that his dorm was just up ahead, and smirked, pushing onwards down the path and checking each building he saw to make sure he got the right one./p
p class="MsoNormal"Eventually he spotted it; Ame Hall. It was more on the outskirts of the campus than other dorms, tucked away in the abundance of foliage that seemed to be not only all over the campus, but the city as well. Deidara immediately liked it. It was quirky, with a character that he doubted many of the dorms on the campus had, and smirking at the idea he would be staying there, he continued down the path and up to the doors, pushing one open and sliding through. Once he was inside, he glanced down at the paper to see he was on the first floor, room number 9, and as such immediately headed for the stairs. Glancing down the corridor as he passed it, he saw the living room, and the kitchen beyond that, but at the moment, no one was around. Shrugging that off for the time being, Deidara continued up the stairs until he reached the first floor, at which point he went towards the nearest door to see what number was on it./p
p class="MsoNormal"After checking a few doors, he realised his room was further down the left corridor, and therefore turned and headed down that way. All of the doors were closed, signalling he was pretty much one of the first people to arrive at the dorm—not that Deidara cared. Instead he focused on the numbers, and eventually picked out his room; right at the end of the corridor on the left side. Nodding in acceptance, having not thought about where his room might be and not caring about that fact, Deidara reached for the handle and opened the door, turning the light on as he stepped inside and looked around. It wasn't anything special—not that he'd been expecting something fancy—but it was bigger than he'd thought it would be. It didn't have an en-suite bathroom or anything, though Deidara hadn't been expecting it to. It just meant he'd have to deal with a schedule from now on. Though it was bare, that only left plenty of space to personalise, a thought that brought a smirk to Deidara's face, and leaving the door open for now, he threw his bags onto his bed and stretched, feeling good about how everything had turned out so far./p
p class="MsoNormal"Glancing at his bags, he shrugged and headed for the bathroom—he might as well start unpacking. He didn't have much stuff, and there wasn't exactly anyone around to talk to, or anything he needed to do. True, he could go for a walk around the campus to see what he could find, but he wasn't particularly bothered. That would come with time, and he may as well get the unpacking over and done with. Having made that decision, however, as Deidara came out of the bathroom, he went straight to his bag and opened it up, looking over the contents in order to determine what would be going where. He considered this with each item he took out of the bag, placing them around the room where they fit best, immediately noting things he would buy in the meantime. He'd only really taken the basics, not seeing the point in travelling with a huge pile of stuff—not to mention he'd travelled a huge distance from Iwagakure to Konoha; it just made things difficult. Anything he needed he could buy in the city, and so it didn't bother him that the room might look a little bare to begin with./p
p class="MsoNormal"Deidara was so busy unpacking and sorting out his room that he didn't even notice anyone coming down the corridor, his back turned to the door stopping him from seeing someone appear at the doorway. It was only as he heard a soft knock that he jolted out of his trance, and abruptly realising that the others living in the dorm would have to arrive sooner or later, he immediately turned around with a smirk to see his first dorm mate. His hair was raven black, long enough to hang down to his shoulders if he didn't have it tied back, with eyes just as dark and an intense, piercing gaze. Though he looked pretty serious, the look in his eyes was friendly, and a small smirk of his own graced his lips. Deidara would admit he was handsome—at least to himself—but at the same time, there was an aura he gave off that made Deidara consider the possibility he would be dangerous if crossed. For a moment there was silence, before the stranger broke it, greeting bluntly,/p
p class="MsoNormal""I'm Itachi Uchiha."/p
p class="MsoNormal"Instantly Deidara raised an eyebrow. He might be from Iwagakure, but he'd heard of the Uchiha conglomerate. He hadn't expected one of their family to be at Konoha university, and living in a dorm like this—they had the money to go anywhere. It was why Deidara responded suspiciously,/p
p class="MsoNormal""Deidara. But…what's an Uchiha doing em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"here/em?" span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/p