Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did Sakura would've been killed by Sasori. Obviously.
Right, this story was originaly seen on my old account, PanKitsune, but since I changed my email account and forgot I even had a FF account, I lost it. But ive found it and deicded to continue alongside my other story. Enjoy!
Deidara sighed. His azure eyes were dull as he stared upwards towards the building. Konoha Boarding school. His bitter gaze only half glimpsed the downcast, grey exterior before he was ushered inside by a tall, scarred faced man. The bi-colored optics of the stranger seemed unnoticed to the people that the pair passed, yet the blond could not take his eyes of the odd features of the silver haired professor - the scar running down a red eye was odd enough, but combined with the black scarf hung around his mouth, the man gave of an eerie feeling. He introduced himself as Hatake Kakashi - Hatake-sensei to the students. The high school was huge - it was a boarding school with all sorts of teenagers living and learning (though not always the latter) within its stone confines.
The sculptor didn't take in much of his new home as he passed through the wide corridors. Not that there was much to take in anyway - just the repetitive stream of rust encased lockers edging the right side of the wall, its seemingly endless flow of iron broken only to reveal thick wooden doors, which Deidara assumed would open to reveal a sea of desks, complete with blank faced students. The same scenario repeated - lockers, door, lockers, door - until they reached the west wing of the building.
Climbing the staircase, the blond soon found himself in a corridor no longer edged with faded lockers, but with metallic, rusted doors and nothing more. The wooden floors squeaked in protest as the pair moved down the bare landing. Kakashi stopped, rather suddenly, at the furthest door away. Deidara waited to go inside, but before opening the door, the silver haired man turned to face the new student.
"I am the head of this block, so if you need any help, just come to me. Your roommate is probably expecting you, so I'll let you get acquainted alone, okay? This is your time table. Be sure to stick to it."
The neatly folded paper was held out towards him and Deidara took it slowly. The bi-eyed man grinned - or, at least, his eyes crinkled at the edge, indicating a smile. The scarf over his mouth made it impossible to tell if his guess was right or not. Despite first appearances, Kakashi seemed like a nice enough guy - Deidara couldn't help but think of the far too cliched; 'never judge a book by its cover'. He watched the silver haired man walk away before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
Inside were two twin beds, either side of the decent sized room. The bathroom and shower room were public for all the males in the block, so his dormitory was a single room and nothing more. It was dark, but only because the window was so caked in dirt that light could barely filter through the pain of glass. Deidara wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Got a problem with my room?"
Emphasis was put across 'my'. Deidara's head span to face the boy, whom he had not yet noticed, who was sprawled across his bed gazing with shallow, brown eyes towards the blond. His eyes seemed too narrow, his own distaste evident across his features. It seemed this red haired teen was not eager to share his room with anyone else.
The muddy eyed teen sat up, eyes dancing over the blond and making Deidara tense up, feeling exposed and vulnerable under the red heads gaze. He was not expecting the stranger to get to his feet, either. Deidara took a step away, instantly distrusting the teens malicious eyes.
Wearing a baggy shirt that seemed to swamp his small structure, and equally baggy pants that somehow defied gravity and stayed up, the russet headed boy was smaller than Deidara had anticipated, but somehow maintained a sense of dominance over the blond. Their eyes met for a moment, and Deidara could have sworn that he could see the teenagers mind ticking, almost curiously yet hatefully, scanning the blonds angelic features. Suddenly, the boy broke the stare and turned away, indifferent, and slumped back onto his bed, resuming his doodling. The paper was etched with intricate designs, some sort of humanoid figures dancing together on the sheet.
"I-I'm Deidara, un." He muttered to the russet haired boy.
"Sasori." Deidara waited for a further response, but got nothing. Shrugging, Deidara tried to put on a calmer facade and threw his bag onto the spare bed, emptying his suitcase and filling his small bedside table with the few things he owned. It wasn't long before the red head - Sasori - left with toothbrush in hand, apparently going to the dorms bathroom.
Finally alone and able to relax, Deidara found his visible blue eye resting on the sheet of paper. Wandering to Sasori's bed, he eyed the sheet with curiosity. There were sketches of designs for some sort of puppet, complete with weapons, upon the pages. It was odd, but not unheard of for a teenager to doodle such mindless things. Shrugging yet again, Deidara grabbed his own toothbrush and set off to find the bathroom before getting an early nights sleep- if he could sleep, with that dark eyed guy in the same room. Deidara shuddered. Those narrowed eyes were thinking gloomy sadistic thoughts, if the pictures were to go by. It creeped him out to no end, that was for sure.
Biting his lip and curling as far away from the others' bed as humanly possible, Deidara closed his eyes and attempted to nod off. It was easier than anticipated; his day had been long, after all. Deidara fell into unconsiouness like a drowning man - and like the sea pulling its helpless victims under, he could not awaken no matter what nightmares arose.
His first night in the eerie building was filled with crimson images of dancing puppets with scythes for hands and needles being thrust into his scarred and bleeding flesh, whilst Sasori sat back, laughing and pulling the strings.