ARTFULLY SHATTERED
A Naruto Fanfiction story
I own nothing but Izaki Mukura and the made-up Mukura clan. This is in no way associated with the anime at all nor with any events in the anime. This story is purely fan made for my, and others, amusement. As well as my due respect to the original Naruto creators for allowing the randomocity of these stories. Also, Izaki is based off of a real life person; myself. This is dedicated to Sasori-sama, my good friend who supports my story, Hannah, and finally Kari who are two of my very good friends who have managed to hang in with my Naruto obsession. Without you I wouldn't be comfortable with writing SasoDei or even writing an insanely long fanfiction story like this. Love you all so much.
Izaki sighed as she pulled her long, silky ebony hair back into a low, loose ponytail. Her sister stood in her doorway, chattering away; completely oblivious that Izaki didn't care at all to what she was saying. Finally Izaki pulled her messenger bag off the side table in her bedroom and walked out her door.
"Come on, Mizuki, we're going to be late if you don't be quiet and come," sighed the exasperated girl. Her sister sprang to life and darted off to the front door, golden blonde hair streaming out behind her. Mizuki's emerald eyes danced with mischief.
"Meet you there, Izaki!" she laughed as she darted out the front door. Her bag banged against her hip as her feet slapped the uneven dusty road. Izaki chuckled to herself lightly.
"Don't trip and hurt yourself!" she called forwards. Mentally she laughed whole-heartedly. The last time Mizuki had been in a hurry like now she'd tripped and fallen on her face. She'd had to go home to change and Izaki was late because she'd had to help clean up Mizuki.
"I won't!" Izaki just shook her head and sighed as she walked alone now. All the houses here were different. Izaki lived in the upper-class part of Konoha. The houses there were more like extravagant mansions. There were few families living there that actually went to Konoha High School. Such as the Hyuuga's, a transfer student from Iwa named Deidara, the Uchiha's, and the Mukura's.
She wasn't exactly paying attention so when someone called out to herself she stopped dead in her tracks several moments after the call. She glanced over her shoulder and then broke into a full run. Izaki didn't want to be rude, but she couldn't stand having to listen to the most popular guy in Junior year rant about all the girls he had. She stumbled and a pair of strong arms caught her.
"Hey, watch where you're going, yeah. You could hurt yourself," a voice said. Izaki glanced up into a lone, piercing blue eye. Long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail with part of his bangs covering his left eye where he had a metallic eye put in because of an accident he'd been in.
"Oh, sorry, Deidara…I wasn't paying attention and was trying to get away from Itachi," she sighed. The Iwa student shrugged and helped her back onto her feet.
"Itachi is a pain in the ass, yeah," he said bluntly. A dark shadow fell over the two and Izaki didn't even have to look up to know who was there. She could feel the coal black eyes burning into her now.
"Deidara, I wouldn't talk about other people like that or it may come back and hurt you," a strong voice said. The blonde looked up slowly, not wanting to see the anger written on the face above him. Faded black locks were pulled back in a low ponytail with two parts hanging next to his sculpted face and midnight eyes contrasted with pale skin.
"Uhm…yeah…" Deidara tried to scamper off but Itachi grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up.
"I'm going to show your little girlfriend here what happens when you talk about me behind my back!" snapped Itachi harshly. Deidara visibly struggled against the vice-like grip.
"She's not my girlfriend, yeah! She's just my friend!" he cried out. Itachi chuckled.
"That's not what I gathered. I see you two every day…together…hanging out with that puppet freak…" Itachi told him. There was clear malice to his tone. Then he lifted Deidara high in the air and with much strength threw him down to the ground with a hard thud. Izaki glared at him coldly.
"You don't own me. You can't decide my friends for me." Then she knelt down and helped up Deidara. Itachi watched them quietly. Deidara was clutching at his back in pain.
"I think it's bruised, yeah, but Sasori is probably wondering where the hell we are, yeah," Deidara sighed. Izaki nodded and brushed off his back gently. The dirt was an ugly contrast to his loose black shirt.
"Let's go." Then Izaki turned off with Deidara and walked away from Itachi whose eyes followed them every step of the way.
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Sasori tapped his fingers nervously against the chipping wood railing of his small porch. He glanced inside. Grandma Chiyo was still sitting in her plush armchair that she'd had for years, watching both him and her daily programs carefully. He settled his head on the forearm of the arm that was resting on the railing. His green eyes watched every person passing by his house. None of them were Deidara and Izaki. Only that snobby girl Ino, her best friend Sakura, Naruto, Sasuke, Choji, Shikamaru, those rich kids Hinata and Neji, Itachi Uchiha and his crowd of drooling fan girls, and many more. He blew pointlessly at the maroon hair that was falling into his line of vision. His books rested on the chair nearby him.
"Hey, Sasori, you gonna sulk there all day or are you going to school with us, yeah?" The familiar voice cut through his thoughts of despair and he jumped up to grab his books.
"I thought you were never coming…" he sighed. His too-big brown sweatshirt and baggy jeans hung on his frame loosely as he leaned over to get his books. He turned to his friends and surveyed their attire with some envy. Deidara wore a loose-fitting black t-shirt over jeans and black sneakers. Izaki wore a fitting ebony shirt over dark baggy pants with chains on them and fishnet gloves. The natural black eyeliner adorned her eyes as well as the heavy dark purple eye shadow.
"Yeah, well, we got held up by someone with a stick up his ass too far," Izaki sighed. Sasori grinned slightly at this and Deidara snorted with laughter.
"Hmm…Itachi?" guessed Sasori with feigned stupidity. The trio laughed as they headed off to school.
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"Hey Sasori!" a girl's voice called over to the red-head. Sasori didn't even have to turn around to know it was that middle class snob Ino.
"What do you want?" the red-headed teen sighed. Deidara had stopped walking and was waiting for him. Several students bumped into him but he just snapped harshly at them telling them to watch where they were going.
"I heard you came from Suna…but where are your parents?" the girl asked with a smirk.
"They're dead," Sasori answered quietly. Deidara recognized the tone and immediately stepped in. His lone eye was blazing and it looked like he was about to bash Ino's smirking face in.
"Leave him alone, yeah," snapped the boy. "Or I'll slap you, yeah…" Deidara had an endless reputation for disregarding rules and breaking them without care. Sasori glanced at his infuriated friend and saw he was not joking. He'd really do that…all because Ino had talked about his parents whom he disliked talking about…
"Ass hole…" Ino grumbled before she stalked off. Deidara cursed her under his breath.
"Come on…" Deidara finally said with forced calm. Silently they entered the chaotic halls of Konoha High.
There was the pungent smell of sweat, hundreds of perfumes, deodorant, and cologne all together in the halls. One had to take special care not to get hit with random flying objects. Everyone got jostled, shoved, and stepped on in the hallway. Deidara, Sasori, and Izaki all wove their way through the crowd to their clocker which all were aligned next to each other. To the trios dismay a certain Itachi Uchiha was lounging against their lockers.
When they saw him and he saw them the temperature seemed to drop from sixty-five to negative twenty-five. For a moment, everything seemed to have quieted down around them. Eyes locked and daggers seemed to fly between them.
"Move, yeah, you're leaning against our lockers," Deidara finally said. Itachi regarded him with a cold stare.
"No, I will not move," Itachi answered rudely. He smirked at Deidara's reaction which was the blonde gritting his teeth in frustration and clenching and unclenching his fists. It was Sasori who spoke next.
"Look, just please move, it's not that hard. You just step over to the side a bit…" Sasori told him calmly.
"If I won't move for Blondie over there—" Deidara gaped at him. "—then why would I for you, freak?" Recovering, the Iwa student glared fiercely at Itachi.
"Don't call Sasori a freak, yeah!" he snapped. Izaki glanced at them with unnatural violet irises. When she spoke, her tone dripped ice.
"You have no right to insult my friends," she said. "And furthermore I'll report you to Principle Tsunade for stalking me around school without my permission and tell her how it much it seriously scares me sometimes." Sasori stared at her in wonder. Deidara's lone eye blinked slowly, completely processing her words.
"It's a free country, I can say what I want," Itachi muttered. Then he pushed himself off and disappeared into the slowly thinning crowd. All three breathed deep sighs of relief.
Wordlessly they gathered their books from their lockers and hurried off to English with Mr. Umino, or Iruka, as they called him.
