Dear Diary
This story will be told entirely in diary entries, letters, news reports and such. This is my second SasoDei, and, if you ask me, the better one. I won't interrupt your reading with author notes at the beginning or end of a chapter, so I'm saying everything I need to say right here.
It is supposed to be kind of funny, but mostly serious. The chapters might be pretty short (I mean, c'mon! Who's insane enough that they'd write a three paged entry every time they write in their diary?!). And everything might seem disconnected in some entries, but they all have something to do with each other. It's very important that you keep an eye on the ages and the dates; otherwise, you might miss some stuff.
I made up some birthdays because they didn't have them on the website I was looking at. The one's I made up are:
Zetsu – May 20
Kisame – July 15
Pain – November 21
Konan – February 12
There are some random events in some entries, but it can't completely revolve around just Deidara and Sasori. If it did, there wouldn't be much. I do need to ask for one thing. Can anybody help me with Deidara's last name? It will be needed later.
Sorry if the characters are OOC. I only did them like I did so that the story would work.
With the beer and bar stuff, I don't actually know if Japan has a legal age for that, so I made it up. It fits the story. The legal age you can drink is 16 and you can get your license to go to a bar at age 18.
And with the smiley faces, they only look computerized because it's on a computer! If you had read it in a notebook, they would have looked different.
And the last thing is: Please review after each chapter if you're reading it. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once: I don't own Naruto or any songs/TV shows/books I may put in here.
Deidara; Age: 15
X April 3, 2005 X
Dear Diary,
I've been locked up in my room all day. I won't come out. My dad's been sober for 2 hours and in that time, I have realized that he is not just an angry drunk. But that he really and truly hates me. He has been yelling at me for the past 2 hours. I think he's going to give in and have a drink soon. So that means I'll be in here for quite awhile.
I haven't fully decided why my dad hates me. I think it has something to do with the fact that I look so much like my mom. Some of the most definite features that I can remember of my mom are her long, silky, golden hair and her piercing blue eyes. In her dedication, I've let my thick, blond hair grow long and put it up in a part-pony. I know how odd it must look on a guy, but I don't care.
It's been half an hour. Everything seems so quiet. I bet my dad's drinking. And by the silence, I'd say…a lot. I wonder how much beer he bought last night. I didn't check. I don't think I really want to know.
I think I'm going to go sculpt for awhile. Maybe by midnight I might be able to leave my room and go find something to eat.
Bye.
-Deidara
(P.S. I'm sad. I thought I might get a break from all this since it's my birthday. Guess I was wrong. :( Oh well. Tomorrow, I'll go buy myself a cupcake and some clay. :D)