The Fame Monster

Chapter 1

A New Beginning

"Fuck," Deidara cursed as the eyeliner pencil slipped and stabbed his eye. He quickly grabbed a tissue from the bathroom cabinet and pressed it to his wounded eye, which was already starting to turn red, and he hoped his eye liner would not be too smeared by the soft tissue. He inspected his black nail polish for any chips or peelings as he held the tissue to his eye.

"Damn," Deidara sighed, "I need to focus when I am putting makeup on. I'm lucky my eye hasn't swelled up to a freaking tomato—I've certainly stabbed it enough.

Deidara sighed as he threw the tissue away, and, with great care, he retraced the small breaks from the tissue touching his eyeliner. Makeup was something Deidara was still getting used too. It had only been two weeks since he had come out and said that he was gay, and, being the kind of person that went over and above the top, he wanted to look as dramatic as possible.

Deidara quickly dusted his upper eyelids with black eye shadow and coated his eyelashes in midnight black mascara.

"That will have to do," Deidara mumbled, glancing at his wrist. His watch, which was surround by numerous bands, bracelets, and chains, displayed the numbers 7:45 in bright aqua text.

"Great, just fucking great," Deidara hissed as he quickly slipped in his snakebite piercings, "I am going to be late, again."

He ran to his room, the one place he felt he could go to feel safe, which had numerous band posters plastered to the walls. "Evanescence, Paramore, Lady Gaga, Florence + The Machine, and Nicki Minaj," Deidara smiled, "Sometimes I think you are my only friends. I haven't met any of you yet, but, one day, I'm sure I will."

Deidara quickly threw on a black shirt, which he had cut off to where his skinny, flat stomach was exposed, with the Evanescence logo displayed proudly in the center, and slipped on some black shorts that came down about an three inches above his knees, his long, toned legs showing.

He examined himself in the mirror, fixing his overlong, blonde hair and pushing his bangs over his right eye, and he smiled. Perfect. "Sasori," Deidara called out as he slipped on his converse, "come one, we are going to be late!"

"Again," Sasori's near monotone voice complained, "If we are late one more time, Ms. Tsunade said she is going to suspend me."

"Don't listen to that bitch," Deidara laughed, as Sasori walked into his room without knocking, an action that only he could do so and keep his life, "She just gets pissy because she's PMSing or something. Besides," Deidara grinned as he tousled Sasori's bright red hair, "who could ever get mad at you?"

"A lot of people," Sasori grumbled, "Now can we leave? Text Konan and see if she is almost here." Deidara stared at his 15 year old brother, who was only a year younger than him. He was dressed in a plain black shirt, blue jeans that were slim around his thighs, and a pair of black vans. Sasori was almost the complete opposite of Deidara. Whereas Deidara did his best to ensure that everyone was focused on him, Sasori tried to blend in to the background.

"On it," Deidara replied as he leapt over his bed, which had a Lumpy Space Princess pillow—one of his prized possessions—resting in the center like some rare gem, and snatched his phone off the charger. As he unlocked it, he noticed he has a new friend request on Facebook.

"Uggh," Deidara moaned, "this guy again!"

"Did that Tobi fool try to add you on Facebook?" Sasori said flatly.

"Yes, for like, the 16th time!" Deidara sighed, falling face down onto his bed. Deidara used to love Facebook, but, lately, he had grown to resent it. All it was now was a bunch of people posting how many weeks they have been in a relationship, or slutty pictures of girls, and guys taking pictures looking like assholes. Sure, Deidara dressed a tad bit slutty, but it ended with the clothes. It took real self-disrespect to stoop to such low standards.

"Just ignore him," Sasori said, "he will give up."

"Yeah," Deidara grumbled, "because that worked the other 15 times."

"Forget about it," Sasori instructed, "Text Konan."

"All right, sorry I got distracted." Deidara apologized.

Konan! Are you almost here? We don't want to be late. Deidara stared at his phone; the reply was almost instantaneous.

Yeah, I am like two minutes away. I had to pick up someone…

Deidara hissed in disgust. No doubt Konan had picked up Pain, her overly obsessive boyfriend. Why she dated that jerk Deidara had no idea. However, Deidara just sighed as he replied.

Okay, we will be waiting out front.

:D Be there in a sec.

"Sasori," Deidara called out as he heard his brother moving in the kitchen, "Konan is almost here. Meet me out front, okay?"

A muffled grunt was the response.

Deidara slipped his black and white checkered backpack over his shoulder. He began to walk out of his roomed, but whirled around and ran to his dresser. He threw open the drawer and began digging.

"Where are they—AH here they are!" Deidara exclaimed as he pulled out his black headphones with violet ear buds, another of his prized possessions. He slipped them into his pocket and walked out front to wait for Konan.

No cars were in the front of his house. His dad had left his mother when he was very young, and, as a result, his mother was a chronic alcoholic. She barely paid attention to her own needs, let alone her kid's. Deidara had been fending for both himself and Sasori for a while, but he didn't mind. Over the years, it had given Deidara strength, and, because of relying on himself for everything, he had managed to muster up the courage to come out all on his own.

"Where is—" Sasori began as a black Ferrari peeled out into their driveway. Konan was extremely rich, extremely rich, but for some reason Deidara couldn't fathom, she dressed like she was homeless. Her black skinny jeans were ridden with countless holes, and her black and purple plaid hoodie was beyond faded. She wore only black eyeliner, about one eighth the makeup Deidara had on his own face. Her dark blue hair had an origami flower in it—Konan's favorite art form—and her violet eyes met his gaze. She had a single piercing underneath the center of her lips.

"Ready to go," Konan smiled. Deidara nodded, returning the smile, but his smile faded as he saw Pain in the passenger's seat, his short, spiky orange hair, nose ring, and letterman jacket infuriating Deidara instantly. Pain was the captain of the football team, and the only reason Konan was dating him was so that he would stop bullying Nagato, whom she had had a crush on since 3rd grade. Nagato was in a car accident at the age of 13, and his legs had yet to recover. Konan was constantly trying to get him to accept money so that she could pay for his surgery, but he refused. He was too good a heart to accept charity.

"Get in the back loser," Pain taunted. Deidara's nostrils flared, but he sullenly complied.

"You know Pain," Sasori stated flatly, "If you want Deidara so bad, why don't you just tell him. Everyone knows you swing that way." Deidara silently thanked his brother for the insult.

"Why you little creep!" Pain shouted, raising his fist. Deidara was in front of Sasori in a heartbeat. He grabbed Pain's wrist and twisted it painfully to the side.

"If you so much as touch him," Deidara said darkly, "I will make sure you end up in the emergency room. Clear enough?"

Pain held Deidara's icy glare with unblinking eyes. Deidara hated Pain's eyes, they were so shady and impassive, never showing any emotion.

"Get in the back," Pain repeated. Deidara opened the door and climbed into the back seat, Sasori joining him.

"Don't worry," Konan said in an assuring voice, her face showing no concern of Pain and Deidara's argument, "We will get there on time."

She revved the engine, and they shot down the road going 130 mph.

"Are you trying to kill us,"Sasori said, a little fear in his voice.

"Nonsense," Konan said dismissively, "I just wouldn't want my poor Sasori to be late. Now—SPEED BUMP—"

Deidara groaned in pain as the car collided with the speed bump, and Deidara was sure they got some serious air.

"I'm not worried about being late anymore," Sasori said shakily, "I'm worried if I will make it there alive—"

Sasori was cut off as Konan hit a dip in the road. Deidara burst out laughing as his brother, who had neglected to wear his seat belt, shot into the air.

"You know," Deidara laughed, "they mean it when they say 'Click it or Ticket'."

"Shut up," Sasori glowered.

Deidara smiled. Who knows, maybe today will be perfect. He felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket—another friend request from Tobi. Or not…