Note: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, just the idea, and I receive no benefit from writing this story (more like I get a deficit). I hope you enjoy this story!
Deidara fidgeted with the hem of his sweater as he nervously gazed around. Dull, off-white colours surrounded him, taunted him. Blow us up, the walls whispered. Set us on fire, watch us burn. You know you want to.
"Mr. Iwa?"
He blinked, stared up at the lady. She had dark hair, and seemed to be waiting for him to say something. Her body would look really nice as she burned…No! No more of that!
"The principal will see you now."
He followed her through to another, smaller room, this one with pale green walls.
"Please, take a seat."
Thankful that these walls weren't as loud as the last ones, he slid into the overly padded seat, feeling dwarfed by its extreme size. They must have some really fat kids here.
"We don't normally get students this late, but I take it yours is a special case."
He stared at his hands, hating the way she said special, hating her voice, hating her faked kindness, hating her. The walls cried out. Set her on fire, burn her down. Listen to her scream, watch her flesh turn to ash.
"Well, here's your timetable, and here's a map of the school. You'll get your books from your teachers. Your first class is Math, in room 205. Remember, if you ever need anything, feel free to come talk to me."
He took the papers and hesitantly returned her reassuring smile before following the dark-haired lady out of the room. She chattered away, but he paid her no attention, instead watching the flames licking at the walls, dancing along the floor, writhing at his feet.
"Here we are, 205!"
The door was black, with sharp red letters cutting across it. From inside he could hear the sound of teenagers interacting, socializing.
"So what do you think?"
He tightened his grip on his bag, shuffling back slightly. She smiled at him.
"Not much of a talker, are you? Don't worry, you'll be fine."
She reached out to touch his shoulder, but he violently jerked his body away, leaving her with her hand outstretched and a shocked look on her face. He glared down at his feet, willing her to burst into flames. She didn't; instead, she pushed open the door and disappeared inside. He took a deep breath and with one last, longing look at the fire, entered the room.
So, what do you think? Like it so far? Should I continue, yes or no? It's not a high school fic by the way, but it starts out in the school. It'll mostly be centered around Deidara and Sasori's home lives and how they interact outside of school, but this is where they first meet, so. And just to clarify because I'm paranoid, the building isn't actually on fire and the walls aren't actually talking, it's all in Deidara's mind. This is kind of my idea on the whole pyromania thing, because in most of the stories I've read it's mentioned but you never experience it. So, I'm trying to show what it's like for Deidara, but I'm not a pyromaniac so it may be nothing like this. Yeah. Please let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoyed this!