Hi everyone! Okay, I know I have other stories that I should be working on but I have so many ideas for other new stories that I had to start one of them. I seriously have about 10 or 11 stories I've been waiting to write, but I decided to only start on one so I don't end up having tons of unfinished stuff and so many things to update. Also I'm hoping, that in some way, having more stories to work on will help with the writer's block I constantly seem to get on one or two of my other stories. So yeah…

This story is a modern AU, and Sasori is 10 years old and Deidara is 9 years old, and they're in 4th grade.

Warning: violence and darkish themes later on in the story

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Hope you like it! ^_^

UPDATE: I decided I'm going to change this into third-person POV

. . . . . = timeskip

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"Excuse me, are you Sasori?" A man dressed all in white asked a short redhead, sitting in a chair in the building's waiting room.

"Yes…" he answered, looking up at the man questioningly. He and his parents had just been in a car crash and were rushed to the hospital by an ambulance. They checked over Sasori and told him he was fine and to stay in the waiting room, but they had bought his parents somewhere else in the hospital. He'd been waiting for hours and wondered why his parents hadn't come back out yet.

"Well…. I'm afraid to say… Your parents didn't make it…" the doctor said quietly. Sasori froze and his eyes widened.

"We're very sorry, we tried everything that we could, but weren't able to save them…" Sasori barely heard the doctor as he continued to speak. All he could think about was that his parents were gone. Dead.

Sasori sighed at the memory from a few weeks ago, as he stared out the window of the car he was riding in. I can't seem to stop thinking about what happed, and how my life will change. I don't really know the woman driving this car very well. Apparently she was a very close friend of my mom and was willing to take me in.

"Sasori we're here," she said opening her door and then Sasori's. He grabbed the small drawstring bag he'd brought with him and climbed out of the car. The rest of his stuff would be brought over later or at least, that's what he was told. The first thing the redhead noticed upon entering the house was the mess. There were clothes, empty glass bottles, and other miscellaneous items scattered about the floor.

"You'll be sharing the room upstairs with my son, Deidara," the woman explained, leading him to the room.

"I'll be downstairs making dinner if you need anything. Just make yourself at home," she said smiling, before leaving him standing in front of the room. Sighing, he pulled open the door and walked inside. Looking around the room, Sasori notice a blonde kid sitting hunched over a desk working on something that he couldn't see. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the blonde looked up and smiled.

"Hi un! My mom said told me about you, I'm Deidara. What's your name un?" he sayid, getting up and walking over to the redhead. But Sasori only glared at him, already finding his new roommate annoying.

"Sasori," he growled. I don't know how I'm going to be able to tolerate this kid, he thought.

"Nice to meet you un. That's my side of the room and you can stay over there," the blonde said, gesturing to the left side of the room. It was relatively empty, except for a bed and a desk. Sasori walked over to the bed and set his bag on it before also sitting down on the covers. Pulling an unfinished puppet and a small carving knife out, he begin to work. But a voice interrupted his concentration only seconds after he started.

"Whatcha making un?" he glance up to see Deidara standing near him, staring intently at the puppet in his hand.

"A puppet, it's my art," Sasori answered.

"You're an artist too un!?" Deidara said, a look of excitement in his eyes. He ran over to his side of the room to his desk and grabbed a small sculpture of a dove that was sitting there.

"This is my art un," he said grinning, and then he threw it up into the air, making some strange sign with his hand before the dove suddenly exploded. While the explosion was small, it still surprised the redhead.

"Why did you blow it up!?" he asked. This kid must be crazy, and why does his mom even let him have explosives!? Sasori wondered.

"Because it's art un! A fleeting moment of beauty, lasting only a second but remembered forever by those who see it un," Deidara said, grinning all the while..

"That's not art you brat! Art is eternal, something that can last forever so all can see its beauty," Sasori explained, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hey, don't call me a brat un!" the blonde yelled, clenching his fists.

"You are a brat," Sasori said, rolling his eyes. Honestly, only a brat would have such a wrong view on what true art is.

"Whatever un…" he grumbles, beginning to pout, only proving Sasori's accusations of him being childish.

"Time for dinner!" the two heard Deidara's mom call from downstairs. Sasori left the room but once he got to the bottom of the stairs, Deidara suddenly grabbed his wrist and began to drag him through the house.

"Let go brat!" Sasori growled.

"I'm just showing you to the kitchen un," the blonde grumbled as they entered the kitchen. He walks to the table and takes a seat. Sasori, taking the only seat left, sat down next to him. As they begin to eat, the redhead notice surprisingly enough that his roommate wasn't talking for once. Finally, he thought, sighing internally in relief.

So, Sasori, are you settling in well?" Deidara's mom asked, looking over at Sasori.

"Yeah," he answered, before going back to eating. As annoying as Sasori found Deidara to be, he knew it would be even more annoying having the blonde's mom trying to help him settle in. Right now all he really wanted was to be left alone, but those around him didn't seem to understand that. The rest of the meal, thankfully for Sasori, went in silence and he was happy to finally be able to go up to his room. But the moment he get up there Deidara already started trying to talk to him again.

"Hey, Sasori danna, I-"

"What did you just call me?" I must not have heard him right, why would he be calling me that? Sasori thought.

"Danna un?"

"Don't call me that brat."

"But you're also an artist un, and even if I don't agree with your art I still respect you un…"

"Whatever…" Great, now I have to spend the rest of my time in this house with some stupid brat calling me his danna.

"So, Sasori danna, where do you come from un?" Deidara asked. I can't believe he just said that. Like I want to be remembering that place, I'm trying to forget everything from the past. Sasori mentally seethed.

"Shut up." And with that, he got into his bed with his back facing his roommate. Maybe if I just ignore him, he'll leave me alone. I hope so…

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Deidara sat up in bed, letting out a quiet yawn, before getting up and rushing to get dressed. As he just finished fixing up his hair in its usual half ponytail did he notice that Sasori wasn't up yet. He'll be late if he doesn't get ready now, the blonde thought, walking over to his bed.

"Hey, danna un, it's time to get up!" Sasori opened my eyes and sat up to glare at Deidara angrily.

"What is your problem?" he snapped.

"We have to get ready for school un and eat breakfast" he said crossing his arms.

"It's still too early for that," the redhead growled. And Sasori knew that, because according to the alarm clock on the desk next to his bed, it's still only 5:00 in the morning, and school didn't start until 7:00.

"We have to walk to school because the bus doesn't come to this neighborhood, and mom has to go to work early un," Deidara explained, frowning at his roommate's rude attitude.

"What about your dad?" Sasori asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"… He has other stuff to do un…" the blonde answered, looking away slightly.

"Fine," Sasori sighed, getting out of bed and waiting for the blonde to leave the room before getting dressed for school. Deidara's mom had left a uniform for him in his side of the closet. Once ready, he walked down the stairs and sat down at the kitchen table next to Deidara as his mom served out breakfast. They ate in silence and once finished, they went out the door with Deidara's mom waving goodbye to them as they began to walk.

"How long will it take to get there?" Sasori asked. They'd left the house around 5:30, so it was actually still a little dark out at the time. I hope it doesn't take too long to reach the school, Sasori thought

"About an hour un," the blonde answered, causing Sasori to groan silently. What are we supposed to do if it rains one day!? He thought irritably.

"So, danna, you never answered my question last night un," Deidara spoke up, poking the redhead to get his attention.

"That's because you don't need to know," he answered, glaring at him.

"Why not un, it's just where you come from. It's not like it's a big deal," the blonde grumbled.

"Because I don't feel like telling you. Now shut up you annoying brat," Sasori snapped at him. I hope he can stay quiet at least until we reach school…

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So? What did you think of the first chapter? I'd really appreciate it if you'd review and tell me what you thought and if there's anything I can fix, constructive criticism is welcome.

Thanks for reading! ^_^