Deidara's POV
He felt incredibly timid as the fluorescent light of bulbs glared down at him from their sockets on the roof as he walked down a deserted hallway. He assumed hat everyone was in their dorm or in the cafeteria, because classes officially stated in about an hour. Today was his first day at a new school, in a new town. He had no friends at all, and was afraid that he wouldn't make any. He started to feel uncomfortable as the thought of making new friends entered his mind and proceeded in unsettling him further. Would they be just as fake or hideously mean as his last? He hoped not.
He pulled his balled fists into his chest protectively. Protecting his own heart from all the pains of his world. He sighed sadly, as he looked upon the gloves that covered his hands. When he was young, due to a birth defect, he was born with a mouth each on both his hands. No one, except for his parents who had died in a train wreck when he was three, or his foster parents had seen those wonders more than once. No one in fact, had ever seen them after his first week in elementary school, and no one ever would.
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He hadn't thought that there was anything wrong with himself, and his foster parents didn't encourage him to think badly of himself either. Nevertheless, at a young and tender age, he realized the horrible truth about himself. He, Deidara, was a freak. He had been chased home by horrible bullies, and UN understanding parents. Crying and struggling while bleeding, trying to get away from the sharp stones they pelted at him. Deidara had never felt so horrible, and vowed that he wouldn't ever go back to that school, or hang around people who made it clear that he was not wanted; somehow, his foster parents had gotten him to go back to that school the next day. However, the icy stare from the students and parents had been more than he could handle. He and his foster parents had moved the next week.
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He gently tugged off his left glove and let 'lefty' (the mouth on his left hand) lick away the tears that were now running down his check. He sighed softly at the feel of the soft tongue exploring the contours of the already familiar face. When his tears were gone, he quickly re-covered his hand and hastily turned the corner, quickly jogging up the flight of stair and to the entrance of the elevator. He instinctively pushed the button for his respective floor and stood in the corner patiently waiting for the elevator to stop and for the doors to, quickly open once more.
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He hurriedly walked to the dorm room that the little green slip connected his room key had indicated. He was late; but he was sure his roommate wouldn't be waiting for him. There he saw his entire luggage set leaning gently against the wall next to the door. Fear crawled up his spine and circled around his chest as he stared at the door that seemed to be now secretly mocking him. Should he knock on the door? Would that be overly polite? Would it make his roommate think that he wanted him to think of him as a stranger, and not get close to him?...Then again, he did have a key, and could quite easily unlock the door and enter. But what if his roommate was busy? A slight blush crept up his cheeks as naughty thoughts about what his roommate could be doing filled his mind. He slowly lowered his head, giggling to himself. His blush continued to deepen as the thought of his roommate being male barged into his mind. He got even redder as he thought of the boy being smexy and single. His imagination began to wonder, as he thought of maybe being in his first relationship. These thoughts had been coming up more often lately. Maybe it was this new school. Maybe things were going to be different here. Maybe he would be truly befriended by someone other than his foster parents, or maybe even loved. He was now blushing wildly at the thought of potential love.
He lifted his head at the door and was about to raise his hand to knock, when the door suddenly jerked open, and the lips of a red headed boy was gently touching his. The already prominent blush on his face was getting even redder. He hoped the boy didn't get the impression that he was sick or anything. His eyes opened even wider than usual when he finally came to his senses and jumped back, staring at the boy who looked relatively unnerved. However, the look in the boy's eyes said different. He had the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. They reminded him of chocolate, but somehow chocolate wasn't good enough to be compared to those eyes. He had a gentle and slightly kind face. Although he looked like he tried hard on a daily basis to conceal it. His lips looked lovely, pink and soft. His blush deepened even further making his cheeks, almost purple as he remembered what had happened just seconds ago. Involuntarily relishing the moment. His lips felt so right when on those belonging to the red head. Of course, he wouldn't let him know that. He didn't want there to be any awkwardness between them. He found himself lazily eyeing the boy's slightly muscular frame. He suddenly felt like he needed to have that body. However, he knew full well that that body would never want or need him. He was destined to be unloved. That thought simmered away his blush.
"How long were you out here?" a stern voice asked, pulling Deidara back to reality.
The other boys face looked seriously into Deidara's eyes. What was he looking for? Deidara felt like he couldn't speak. Those beautiful eyes were mesmerizing him…
Sasori's POV
It had been fifteen minutes past the time his new roommate was to arrive. In theory, this was not uncommon, but for some reason he was feeling very anxious. He wondered what his new roommate would be like. His last had been kind of weird and unattached. He always wore an orange mask on his face, and overly baggy pants. He had caught himself wondering how ugly could this guy be, but he was not one to ask about bodily deformations. He had enough to hide, and didn't want to pressure others into talking about their circumstances unless he wanted to talk about his. It had not come to him as a shock when his last roommate had been expelled from school for blowing up the science lab. He had oddly found his ex-roommate's actions quite endearing. He inwardly hoped that his new roommate wasn't as weird as this. Maybe his new roommate would be cute and sweet. His mind slowly drifting to dirty thoughts about what his new roommate might do (he was fine with everything as long as he wasn't roomed with some kind of deranged fan girl who disguised herself as a boy. That was just something he couldn't handle). Maybe he might be some kind of sadist, and they could fully enjoy their nights together. This though slightly arousing him. He was single, and was hopeful about starting a relationship with his roommate. Yeah he was gay. It had taken him a while to admit it, but now he didn't quite mind it. He usually went around safely keeping to himself, while feigning complete openness to other people. The only people who really knew the boy hidden behind the mindless flirting were his best friends. They knew EVERYTHING about him.
He absentmindedly grabbed at his right arm as he thought of his best friends, and all the secrets about him, which they kept hidden inside them. They were the only ones who really knew the reason why he covered his right arm with a full arm glove; He had been in a car accident with his parents when he was only four. He had lived with the absence of his right arm, but unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about his parents. They had been instantly killed. His lost arm had therefore been replaced with a wooden prosthetic one. He chocked back a weak whimper as he thought of his parents.
He turned his attention to the clock across the room. His mind instantly wandered back to wondering about his some-what missing roommate. Thirty more minutes ticked by slowly. Sasori grew increasingly impatient every time he heard the steady ticking of the clock. His legs began to tingle and itch at him; telling him, that he needed to move. Sure, it was somewhat weird for him to go looking for someone he didn't know, but curiosity was getting the better of him. In was engulfing him fully. He was drowning in his own wonder…………he just had to find out. He decided that he would kindly go to the desk and ask about him roommate. However, he couldn't be too concerned. He surely hoped that his excitement wouldn't show on his face. After all, he didn't really know the boy, so he had no real right to ask about the boy, unless he was a day late.
He hurriedly opened the door and came face to face with a blonde boy a considerable size shorter than he was. Although it would have been more accurate to say that, he had come mouth to mouth with the blonde. His lips gently touching the boy's; and it felt good……. WHAT? What was he thinking? He hardly even knew this boy. A blush would have risen to his face, if he weren't so good at hiding his emotions.
His world of confusion crumbled as the blonde boy pulled away from the accidental kiss. His face was as red as a tomato. Oddly…. He adored the flushed look on the blonde boy's face. He looked…….. Sexy. WAIT A MINUTE! Did he just think that the boy looked sexy? He couldn't deny it. His heart however, dropped as the blush on the shorter boy's face slowly seeped away. He so wanted to see him blush so deeply again. He wanted so much more than that, He felt the lust for this boy to be his sex kitten. To grab on to him, scream his name...Even beg for him. Moreover, after that, he still wanted more from the boy.
If it weren't for the fact that he had quickly eyed the boy before he had noticed, he would have sworn that his roommate was a girl. He had a delicate feminine face. It was so pale and untouched. It was just begging for his fingers to explore it. His lips were soft and pink. Sasori's lips gently tugged into a smile and he remembered to feel of those soft rose petals against his. He stared straight at his roommate. He had never seen such a clear crystalline blue. They were breathtaking. He found them more enchanting than Naruto's eyes. Naruto was the foster son of his favorite teacher.
"How long were you out here?" he asked the blonde.
The shorter boy's eyes shot up at once, and once again stared straight into his. He had not even noticed when the boy had lowered them. As their eyes connected, Sasori felt something stir inside him. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, and he hoped that his roommate was all right.
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Well if this boy was going to be so still, h was going to carry him into the room. Maybe he would feel more comfortable there. He was in serious need of more colours to return to his face. A ghostly white was plaguing it. They had been outside for about ten minutes, and all this boy seemed capable of dong was staring and attempting to mumble answers to some of Sasori's questions. Sasori did catch one thing at least. His roommate's name was Deidara. What a sweet name. He lifted Deidara bridal style, luggage and all, and carried him into the room, using his leg to shut the door. He placed Deidara on his respective bed, retrieved two sodas from the mini-fridge and offered Deidara one. He watched as color slowly drifted back to Deidara's face.