Note: Some ages and things MAY be changed around!

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It was just another day in Sasori's apartment. He had just hung up the phone, having finished ordering tacos from "Carlos' Mexican Food Stand". He was planning on having a party later, and wanted to get everything ready quickly. He didn't know why he had invited most of the ones he had, he only knew most of them from all the way back to a first grade classroom. Sasori's family had to move since his father needed to go out on business, and he'd not seen any of them since. The only person he thought he should have invited was Deidara, his only true friend from the beginning of 2nd grade 'til now.

Flashback

"Mom, do we really need to leave?" a seven-year-old Sasori asked his mother, who was packing up the last of their silverware. "Yes, sorry, but Daddy really needed this job, sweetie," his mother replied. Looking up from the package, she wiped a tear from her son's eye. "You'll be okay," she said soothingly. "But, what about all of my friends?" the red-head asked, trying to keep from crying anymore. "You'll make new ones! Besides, we're coming back, eventually, anyway," answered his mom, now moving to the living room to pack the photo albums. Now hopeful, he asked, "Really? When?". Smiling slightly, the elder of the two replied, "I don't know, hopefully soon,". Nodding, Sasori walked outside to help his father load readied boxes into the moving van. 'I wonder what it's going to be like in Tokyo,' he thought to himself. "Hey, Sasori! That one doesn't go there!" his father laughed as Sasori realized that he was putting the box that held the candles on their next-door neighbors', the Uchihas, front steps. Seeing him through the window, Itachi asked his mother if he could go outside. "Sure, sweetheart!" Mrs. U. answered. Thanking her quickly, Itachi ran up to his room to grab a pair of socks and his sneakers. Dashing out the door, the young Uchiha-weasel met up with his comrade. "Hey, Sasori," Itachi called, "wait a sec, would ya?". Now noticing he and his father weren't the only ones outside, Sasori paused to allow his classmate to catch up to him. "Were you able to get your parents to change their minds?" Itachi cautiously asked. The last time someone had asked Sasori that, (who was Hidan), Itachi had noticed from some feet away that tears began to form in the depressed kid's eyes. "N-no….But th-thanks for asking!" Sasori attempted to smile a little bit at the last part, and maybe try to make Itachi worry a little less about him, but that gave his tears an advantage, and 2 slipped out of his lightish-brown eyes. Itachi asked if Sasori was alright, but instead of replying with a "Yes" or "No", he just nodded and walked to a curb to be alone. He was quite depressed as any kid would be in this situation.

Time skip! (But still a flashback)

"We're here!" Sasori's parents stated excitedly, jolting Sasori awake. Having come all the way from Hiroshima, it certainly was easy to fall asleep. Waking up reluctantly, he groggily stepped out of the family car and stretched his limbs. Yawning, Sasori looked around. 'Wow,' Sasori thought, 'This place is so, so, busy!'. It was certainly different from Hiroshima, what with all of the bright lights and jostling people. He continued to wonder what the place was really like, such as what type of people lived here and how his new classmates acted. He also wondered what his old classmates were doing. Well, for the first part, anyway, he only had to wait 'til tomorrow. After eating dinner and unpacking, he went straight to bed. After 10 hours of sleep, (he went to bed at 8:00 PM) he slowly got out of bed. He smelled eggs and bacon, and from the way his mother's voice was singing, he figured it was her cooking. His suspicions were confirmed as the smoke alarm went off. Smiling a little, Sasori hurried down the stairs. Waving a potholder and opening a window, he and his mother cleared the smoke out of their new slightly-big apartment. After a few minutes of breathing the now clean air and silence, except a few thanks, Sasori simply stated, "I think I'd be better with a Poptart, Mom,". Laughing, his mother agreed. It would be better to eat one of them instead of black sticks and powdery blobs!

Time skip- to the classroom!

Sasori gulped as he looked up to his new school. He noticed a couple of older kids glancing at him from time to time while nudging each other and whispering. Eventually, they walked over and blocked his way from the stairs. "Hey, my friend here says he likes your jacket," one of them said. Sasori, having matured in the last few hours (sorry, I had to do it for effect!), merely said, "Look. You're in my way. Move. I'm not going to waste my time answering your stupid questions. Get out of my way, and stop making this world even more stupid than it already is,". "Oh, isn't that cute, a widdew kiddy tryin' to stand up fow himsewf!" the other replied. Sasori moved to make it look like he was backing up, but really he was moving so that he was in the middle of the two kids trying to gang up on him. He removed his backpack, and the kids thought he was about to give them his jacket, but he swung it so that he hit one, who smashed into the other, and both collapsed into the wall. Smirking, Sasori left the two to untangle them from each other's limbs. Running to make it in class on time, Sasori just turned around to make sure that he hadn't just "accidentally" socked those two idiots TOO bad. Confirming that they weren't dead, Sasori got up the steps to his classroom. Since he was inadvertently a half hour early, he asked his teacher, Mrs. Haruno (yes, Sakura's mom but Sakura ain't here! [thank God]) what he should do. Mrs. H. said that after got unpacked that he could head out to the entrance, since teachers are out there and mingle a little. Doing as stated, he headed out. Looking around for anyone who he thought he might become friends with, he noticed that the two goons that were ganging up on him were doing the SAME THING to another kid. Sighing, he headed over to help the kid out. "I thought I told you idiots to stop making the world worse," Sasori whisper-shouted horror-movie style. The fools instantly dropped the poor blonde and headed for the hills. The stranger slowly looked up and Sasori inwardly gasped at what he saw. "T-thanks," the poor innocent kid said. His voice was raspy, and there were cuts and his left eye was black, and Sasori assumed that that was why he covered it with his hair. On top of that, the kid had a slight cold, and Sasori couldn't figure out why he was even here. "Do you go to this school?" Sasori asked, and the kid nodded. "What's your name?" he asked. "D-D-Deidara, un," the kid answered. The two eventually grew close and Sasori was always sort of like Deidara's guardian angel after that, making sure that he didn't get hurt, or sick, or whatever, and if he did, Sasori would always visit him at least twice a day. In gratitude, Deidara once led Sasori to his backyard to show him something "truly artistic, un" (Go fireworks! ) and he showed Sasori a firework display that spelled, "Thanks, Sasori, un!" and afterward, though he didn't say it was artistic, Sasori admitted it was quite impressive and thanked him for it. Later, for a birthday present, Sasori showed Deidara a puppet show about their friendship (it actually wasn't that cheesy), and the process repeated. So there you have it.

End super long flashback! (the story will be what the summary said it just took awhile)

Since Sasori was still reminiscing, he decided to go visit Deidara. He found the blonde sitting on his front steps, apparently waiting for something. "Whatcha doing?" he asked, apparently launching Deidara back to reality. "Oh, nothing, may I ask what you're doing, hmm?" he replied. "Standing, talking to you, the usual," Sasori smiled at his best friend, who was already on his own. It turns out Deidara was an orphan, who had lived at the school. He came with Sasori to Hiroshima, because he needed company and refused to let Sasori leave without him. Deidara at only 18, (A/N: TOLD YA!) Sasori was still living with his parents, though he was 20. Sasori was going to move into the house next to Deidara's next week, but that's beside the point.

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