ANOTHER STORY!!!!!! Man, I am on a roll. Okay, so I was listening to 'Down With The Sickness' by Disturbed and I thought 'OMG! Emo abused Deidara story time!!! Squee!' There will be SasoDei and you tell me if you R&R if you want Sasori to be faking it or is for real, 'kay?
Disclaimer: I disclaim, darn you.
Ch.1 The Akatsuki
Deidara sighed as he put eyeliner on his pale face. He had gotten up at 5:30 to avoid his step-father waking up and beating him. He just had to finish his face and hair and he was out of there.
He glanced at the clock. 5:45. He was safe. He glanced down at his outfit. He was wearing jet black skinny jeans, a tight t-shirt that said 'I'm not good with names. Can I just call you dumbass?', a pair of black converse, chains that hung down to his knees, a green and black striped sweatband and a spiked choker necklace. He had his hair in a ponytail with some that hung over his left eye.
Deidara quickly brushed his teeth and ran down stairs, grabbing his plain black messenger bag at the door and swinging his gray and black striped sweatshirt on.
He froze when he heard that voice.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" asked his step-father. "I never said you could leave."
"I have school, un," retorted Deidara.
"You ain't goin' nowhere looking like a fag," said his step-father.
"I don't look like a fag," said Deidara coldly.
"Don't use that tone with me," growled his step-father.
Deidara turned on his heel and ran out of the house.
"I will if I want, asshole," he muttered as he ran down the sidewalk, hoping to God that he didn't drive after him.
He hoped he was at the school before any of them were. If he could just get to first period art first…
"Hey, Blondie, where are you going?" asked a familiar voice, pulling the back of his sweatshirt so he fell backwards.
He looked up to see Kimimaro, Sakon, Ukon, and Suigetsu standing over him. Of course, Suigetsu had made him fall. Again.
"Class, un," he growled.
"No you're not," said Sakon, grinning. "We're going to have some fun before class. Maybe during, if you're lucky."
The four of them grabbed Deidara and pulled him into the boys' bathroom. They made him sit on the counter. Kimimaro wordlessly pulled out a pocket knife.
"Now, don't fight back, or the pocket knife will be the last thing you'll ever see," warned Ukon.
Suigetsu punched Deidara in the stomach, ignoring the blood that flew from Deidara's mouth. Deidara winced.
'Again?' he thought. 'Don't they have somebody better to pick on?'
Kimimaro sighed and dragged the knife against Deidara's upper thigh, cutting deep into his flesh. He cried out in pain. Kimimaro continued cutting till about Deidara's shin.
"Stop! Stop!" he gasped.
"Hn, I don't think so," said Kimimaro, speaking for the first time.
Then, he punched Deidara across the face.
"You belong to Orochimaru and you should know that," said Suigetsu, continuously punching Deidara, ignoring his yelps of pain. "He wants you to join. And you're going to. Also, get rid of some of the eyeliner. You have too much on."
Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal a very, very pissed Sasori Akasuna.
Ukon smirked.
"Why should we listen to you, Akasuna?" he asked.
"Because if you don't, I will personally rip out your insides and give them to Hidan to sacrifice to his god," retorted Sasori, giving them a venomous glare.
The four froze. Sasori wasn't one you should mess with. He was one of the most feared in the school, aside from Orochimaru, Pein, and Madara.
Kimimaro scoffed and angrily left the bathroom, the other three following him.
"Don't hit me, please, un," whimpered Deidara, flinching away.
Sasori ignored his pleas and wiped some blood away from the corner of Deidara's mouth.
"I'm not going to hit you, brat," said Sasori.
"But why me, un?" asked Deidara quietly.
"You, because they obviously want you to join Orochimaru's group," replied Sasori icily. "The group I'm in, the Akatsuki, is against his and apparently, you're a danger to his group."
"Who's in here?" asked a voice. "Sasori? Deidara?"
"Hello, Tsunade-sama," said Sasori.
"Have you been fighting?" asked the principle sharply.
"No, Sama," they said in unison.
"Then why…" she trailed off, gazing at the cut in Deidara's leg and the bruises on his face.
"I-I fell," said Deidara nervously.
"How in the world did you get a cut like that from falling?" asked Tsunade.
"He landed on a parked bike," lied Sasori smoothly.
"Oh, well, go to the nurses, then," said Tsunade. "Akasuna, you can take him. Also, Iwa, you have way too much eyeliner on."
Sasori nodded and helped Deidara off the counter, supporting the weight Deidara couldn't handle. When Deidara looked at the shorter redhead, he saw how cold Sasori's expression was.
"Hopefully, they've gone to class," said Sasori angrily.
"Either way, I'll get beaten more," said Deidara.
He froze, realizing what he had just said.
"Shit," he muttered.
"Beaten?" asked Sasori. "You're abused?"
"No," lied Deidara.
"Iwa Deidara," sighed Sasori. "Don't lie to me. Just tell me the truth."
"Fine, yes!" said Deidara. "Just don't tell."
"Oh I won't," promised Sasori. "And there's only one way to seal such a promise!"
Deidara gave him a confused look.
"Pinky promise?" murmured Sasori, holding out his pinky.
Deidara blinked, then linked pinkies with Sasori.
"But why in a kid's way?" asked Deidara, confused.
"Because if I break the promise, you get to break my pinky, brat," said Sasori.
Deidara blinked again and Sasori smirked. Deidara had a new nickname. Joy.
"May I see something?" he asked, looking down at Deidara's left wrist pointedly.
Deidara sighed and nodded, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket, revealing about fifty cuts, all different sizes, some still bleeding from that morning, some oozing.
"Ugh," said Sasori. "Brat, why do you do this to yourself?"
"You know why," whispered Deidara, fighting back tears. "I'm abused and bullied."
"That isn't really a good enough reason to hurt yourself, brat," said Sasori softly. "Come on, let's get you to the office."
After Deidara got his lunch, Sasori pulled Deidara away from the table he usually sat alone at and dragged him over to a table with about eight more students.
"Hey guys, this is Deidara," said Sasori, pulling the blonde in a seat next to him. "I found him this morning getting the shit kicked out of him by Orochimaru's sex slaves."
A white-haired teen's jaw dropped.
"Why?" he asked. "Orochimaru never sends them to hurt anybody (except us) unless he wants them to join!"
"He did want me to join, un," said Deidara.
"How would you prove as dangerous to him?" asked another male, who had darker skin and black hair, wrapping his arms around the white-haired guy's waist.
"Uhm… explosives?" guessed Deidara nervously.
"Oh, by the way," said Sasori loudly before either of the other two could respond, "that's Hidan, Kakuzu, Kisame, Leader-sama (Pein), Konan, Itachi, Zetsu, and Tobi."
Deidara nodded to each one in turn. The only female, Konan, was very beautiful. She had dark blue hair and almost purple eyes. She also had a paper flower in her hair.
"I still don't see how he can be proved as dangerous," said Kisame, smirking.
"Exact-fucking-ly!" said Hidan, who had Kakuzu nibbling at his neck. "I need to sacrifice something!"
"I saw a bird in Miterashi-sensei's room," said Tobi happily. "You can look there, Hidan-san!"
"Thanks Tobi," said Kakuzu. "He'll go find it now."
With that, he pulled Hidan out of the cafeteria.
"You should eat something," said Sasori quietly.
Deidara looked down at the food in disgust. You could hardly tell that it was supposed to be peas, mashed potatoes, and meat loaf. It looked like… vomit.
"You expect me to eat that?" exclaimed Deidara, aghast.
"Better than nothing," snapped Sasori angrily. "I was only trying to help you, God!"
"PMS week?" asked Zetsu suddenly.
Sasori glared at Zetsu, grabbed his bag and left angrily.
"Deidara, go after him," said Pein. "We can't risk anything happening to him. Orochimaru is like, in love with him."
Deidara didn't know why, but he felt a sudden surge of jealousy.
"Go!" commanded Pein.
Deidara nodded, grabbed him bag and followed after Sasori.
"Sasori, un!" he called, once out in the hallway.
"What, brat?" he heard.
"Leader told me to search for you," said Deidara, turning the corner and seeing the redhead sitting up against the lockers.
He sat with Sasori.
"Why did you help me earlier?" asked Deidara quietly.
"I… don't know…" admitted Sasori softly. "I saw them hurting you… a-and… I couldn't control myself. I just wanted to hurt them as bad as I could. I've never felt that way before."
Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling for next class to start.
"I have art with Jiraiya-sensei. What about you?" asked Sasori, looking up at the blonde as they stood.
"Same here, un," said Deidara, smiling slightly.
Next chappie, art class!!! Yayz!!! XD
Ohemgee, what will happen? Will they accept their differences and still be friends? Or will they clash? Why the hell am I asking you?! It's my story!!! God!
Okie, Ja Ne!!