AN: I know, I know. "OH MY GOD, MISTRESSKAIA. Quit pumping out fan fictions! You never finish them!" Yes well, I never sat down and worked on a plot before going into them. This one already has a plot worked out and I'm having help writing it. So send your love to Delightful Sin. She's the reason you've got a decent fiction in front of you.
Warning: This fiction contains boy x boy relationships as well as some sexual content. It's rated M more for the language and subject matter then anything else. So if that kind of stuff bugs you, do turn back now. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Period.
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There are some kids in high school you only recognize simply by their hair and body; mostly because they faces were always covered by someone else's head in the middle of a make-out session against the lockers. One Deidara Seiryuu was just such a student.
An overwhelming majority considered him to be one of the best looking kids in school. With that kind of title, Deidara always got what he wanted, or rather who he wanted. If he wanted to screw the head cheerleader, all it took was a little mischievous smirk and a soft come hither for her to follow along quietly. If he wanted the captain of the basketball team, all he had to do is tilt his hips to the side a mere quarter inch and the other male was putty in his hands. Not that he would admit to such a thing anyway. The sports men were very much in the closet and often times left Deidara with the threat of pain were he to utter a word about it.
It wasn't a secret though; everyone knew Deidara got whomever he lusted for.
The honey-blond-haired male's best friend was much the same way: one Hidan Daitoku. The platinum blond was avidly known as Deidara's wing man and trouble maker. Mind you, the pair always caused a ruckus together, but it was Hidan's foul mouth and hot temper that landed him in bigger trouble then Deidara managed to achieve.
Today was like any other. Deidara slid out of Hidan's car and moved lethargically up the front steps, greeting the few people he felt the need to greet. Hidan stopped to hit on some girl he'd had his eye on for a couple of days. Heavy boots clicked along the floor as Deidara moved to his locker, giving it a swift kick to open it. Three heavy inches gave Deidara a nice boost in height, considering he was only about five foot five, but they were also effective in unlocking his locker without the frustration of memorizing a combination.
Rummaging through, he pulled out his chemistry book and a notebook, slamming the door closed before sauntering off to the science wing, giving a few girls his dazzling morning smile. The difference in his morning smile and his afternoon one was that this one had a hint of the previous night's sleep. It was that sort of endearing smile you'd give to your lover after a night of sex: exhausted and content. The afternoon smile held a sort of proposition to it, a message saying, "Do you want to be the one tonight," in one slow upturn of lips. He was a high school boy and he did what people expected of a high school boy.
Most students would dread their first hour class with a sort of passion unrivaled by any other being in the universe; Deidara practically lived for it.
He didn't love chemistry by any means, in fact he hated the subject, but it was the teacher instructing them on it that caught his eye. It was Mr. Akasuna's first year teaching at Shodai Memorial High School, fresh out of college and ready to start his teaching career.
He was twenty three years old with vibrant red hair, quite slender and fairly tall, just a few inches below six foot, the same height as Hidan. His features were fair and somewhat feminine. With his long lashes and wide hazel eyes, Deidara found it hard to keep from staring the first time he saw him. The first thought that crossed his mind was something to the tune of, "I wonder if I can get away with fucking a teacher…"
It was midway through the first semester of school and so far Deidara had no luck of attracting the older male, but things like this took time. Mr. Akasuna wasn't one of the hormonal teenagers roaming the halls of school. No, he was part of the faculty and nearly out of his raging hormone stage of life. As such, Deidara knew it would take work, but by his estimations he could probably slither his way into the other's pants by the end of the year. Minuscule facts such as his age and the fact that he was the other male's student didn't matter much to him. He'd be 18 in just another year, and graduating in six months, what's the point in paying attention to little details when they wouldn't matter a year from now?
Mr. Akasuna was totally oblivious, though. He was the only person Deidara had ever lusted after that had no feelings towards him whatsoever. Perhaps that's what made him more desirable, perhaps not, either way, Deidara had his sights set on him and he wasn't backing down.
Walking into the classroom, Deidara glanced over to his teacher who was setting up the overhead projector, obviously preparing to make them take notes all hour. With any other teacher, Deidara would be annoyed about this, but with Mr. Akasuna it wasn't so bad, after all he had to bend over to put notes on the projector.
Pushing his shoulder length blond hair out of his face he moved to his seat and sat down. If Deidara had his way about things, he would have taken a seat in the back, however his view of Mr. Akasuna would be blocked so he did something rather out of character and seated himself in the front and beside the door. Gradually, more students started to file in, Hidan included as he took a seat beside Deidara.
"Hey, man, I totally talked this chick into a date this weekend," Hidan said with a fairly large grin.
Deidara returned the grin and raised one eyebrow. "You had to talk her into it, Hidan?"
A swift kick met Deidara's chair as a series of chuckles left his lips, the shrill sound of the bell drowning out his voice. With the sound of the bell, a raven haired youth walked smoothly into the classroom, closing the door behind him and looking toward the redheaded teacher. Itachi Uchiha was the chemistry class's senior teacher aid. Hidan and Deidara were seniors as well, but they had opted to skip out on chemistry for an easier class their junior year. Now they had to deal with taking orders from someone their own age who neither had much respect for.
Itachi was as attractive, if not, more attractive then Deidara and Hidan. The only difference was that he had no interest in such things at all. Some how, that made him all the more irresistible to the girls in the school, thus taking attention off of the dynamic duo. That alone was enough for Deidara to loathe Itachi's very existence.
"Okay, guys, settle in and take out your notebooks, I've got notes for you to take today," Mr. Akasuna said, his voice raised only slightly so everyone would hear him.
Like clockwork, the students flipped open their notebooks in a soft rustle of paper, the slender male taking his place beside the projector.
Mr. Akasuna turned on the overhead, signaling for Itachi to flip out the lights. After uncapping a marker and getting out a new transparency, he leaned back against his desk and inspected the faces of his students.
"As you all well know, we're beginning our third unit today. How many of you actually read the chapter I assigned for homework?" Several of the students raised their hands, but the majority of the class merely stared blankly back at him. Mr. Akasuna smiled humorlessly. "Those of you who did not will live to regret your decision.
"We'll start off with Dalton's Atomic Theory and list out his five principles," Mr. Akasuna said, writing "Dalton's Atomic Theory" in all capital letters on the overhead transparency all the while. "Mugusa, give me his first principle. You are all expected to take these notes."
"Uh... 'All matter is composed of atoms which cannot be divided, created, or destroyed,'" Megusa answered quickly, his textbook clearly open upon his desk. Mr. Akasuna nodded once, his neat handwriting copying the boy's words onto the overhead.
"Good. Teyaki, the second principle, please."
Deidara snickered from his seat. "Yeah, Teriyaki. What's the second principle?"
"Deidara, your name is not Teyaki. I expect you not to speak unless you are called upon," the redheaded teacher said warningly, his gaze only leaving the overhead long enough to spare the blond a glare. "Teyaki, answer the question."
"Oh! Er... I've got, 'Atoms of a given element are identical in their physical and chemical properties.'"
"Good." Mr. Akasuna said as he wrote down the principal, catching the sight of movement from the corner of his eye. Sure enough, Deidara sat with his hand in the air and a curious expression on his face.
"Yes, Deidara?" He mumbled out, fully expecting some sort of idiotic question from the blond. It wasn't that he didn't like Deidara. No, it wasn't that at all, it was just the fact he gave him strange looks and interrupted class on a near constant basis. That alone was enough to earn some apprehension from the redheaded teacher.
"That rule is wrong, un," he said as he put his hand down, leaning back in the chair.
That remark somewhat caught Mr. Akasuna off guard, but if the students had done their reading they'd know that. Perhaps Deidara had actually done something he'd assigned him to do for once?
"That's true. Can you tell me why it's wrong, Deidara?"
Lulling his head back with a groan, Deidara gave a fairly dramatic display of having to actually participate in class.
"Something about isotopes or something. I don't know and I don't care. It's wrong, so why do we have to copy it down, un?"
Ladies and Gentlemen, that was the Deidara that Mr. Akasuna expected day by day.
"It's wrong because there are different isotopes of the same element. We have to copy it down, because it's in the text book and it's a part of the lesson. Now take down the notes and don't ask pointless questions," Mr. Akasuna curtly replied, swiftly moving on to the next rule.
Rolling his cerulean eyes, Deidara scribbled down the notes before something hit him in the side of the head and dug itself into his hair. Reaching back, Deidara pulled the thing that had hit him from his hair, finding it was just a balled up piece of paper with Hidan's handwriting on it.
Opening the note, Deidara let his eyes scan over the words.
Smooth, Deidara, smooth. So how's your plan coming along anyway? From what I've seen you've pretty much fucked up any chance to do him.
Another eye roll on Deidara's part as he wrote down a reply, looking up at Mr. Akasuna between words, meeting one glance with a grin. The teacher just gave a slight narrowing of his eyes that said "I know you're up to something," as he turned back to writing down notes for the class to take.
Balling up the paper he threw it into Hidan's lap while the teacher was busy writing.
I hit a road block. See, he's got a whore—I'm sorry, I mean girlfriend. Remember that brunette chick that wandered in here yesterday? Yeah, that's her. She thinks this is his free hour or something. Apparently all those phone calls he gets this hour are from her. Stupid bitch.
Hidan could hardly suppress a rather sinister smirk before writing his reply and haphazardly tossing the note back.
So how are you going to get rid of her?
Deidara was blatantly ignoring the lesson by this point, writing down his reply before he suddenly felt like all eyes were on him by the slight tingle at the base of his neck. Looking up, he locked gazes with Mr. Akasuna, offering up a slow, sheepish grin.
"Care to share with the rest of the class what's on that crumpled piece of paper you were about to toss Hidan?"
With a smile that could out shine the sun, Deidara brought his hand up and rested his chin in his palm while balling the paper and stuffing it into his pocket.
"'Course not, Mr. A., unless you wanna fish around in my pocket and pull it out for the class to read."
Beside Deidara, Hidan gave a slight snicker, eyes on their teacher who looked thoroughly unamused.
"I'm surprised you fit that piece of paper into those pants, but obviously the tightness of them has cut off the circulation to your brain. Thanks to that little remark and your disregard for the lesson, you get to stay after class so we can have a talk about your behavior."
To any other person that would be a horrifying thing. Mr. Akasuna had a talent for being able to cut you down with simple words and still manage to stay within the lines of what a teacher could say and what they couldn't. Needless to say after one of those talks with Mr. Akasuna, your self esteem was near to nothing.
For Deidara, however, that was his big chance.
"Gotcha, teach. It's a date, un." A few people in the class laughed, others just glared at the back of his head, waiting for Mr. Akasuna to carry on with his lecture and assign their inevitable homework for the night.
The redheaded teacher just sighed and turned back to the transparency, not bothering to give Deidara the satisfaction of a response. That little conversation had pretty much set the mood for the rest of the class period, Deidara continuing to generally be disruptive and inattentive, finding that doodling in his notebook and making smart remarks to be a much more enjoyable pastime then taking notes for the full fifty minute class.
The bell rang as Sasori finished up the last sentence, some students staying to finish copying down what was written, others, like Hidan, just getting up and leaving.
"See you later, fag. Don't let him make you cry when he's finished with you," Hidan taunted as he walked past Deidara's desk. The blond just grinned and waved Hidan goodbye for the time being. Comments like that never upset the blond because that was just Hidan's way of saying, "Good luck, fag."
As soon as the classroom was empty, Mr. Akasuna shut the door and turned to Deidara with a fairly blank expression on his face. It was all in the eyes, though, he was quite annoyed.
"Everyday, Deidara, you interrupt my class. Everyday. You talk about subject matter that is absolutely revolting and hit on your fellow classmates…"
After this, Deidara began to zone out. The only one he really hit on in this class was Mr. Akasuna, the others he just playfully flirted with. Clearly by the way his teacher was going on, though, he was oblivious to every little seductive smirk or suggestive comment he'd ever made towards him. For a moment, Deidara zoned back into the conversation, looking up at him as he spoke, his expression now clearly annoyed.
"Your lack of respect is grossly upsetting. Rarely do you even participate in…"
And Deidara was zoning out again.
Clear blue eyes fell into focus on the other's mouth, watching his lips but not listening to the words spilling from them. All the blond could focus on was how soft they looked, and how good of a kisser Mr. Akasuna probably was. He could practically see himself standing up now and leaning in, ravishing those lips for a moment and having the older male sink into his arms. Thus causing Deidara to push the other back onto his desk and—
"Deidara," Mr. Akasuna said sternly in a louder tone of voice.
"Huh?" At this, the redheaded male widened his eyes slightly, his head tilting to the side just slightly, a clear sign that annoyance was turning into anger.
"You aren't listening to a word I'm saying, are you?"
A slow, seductive smirk etched itself across Deidara's face as he lent forward on his arms, purring out a reply.
"No, I'm not. I'm too busy..." But Mr. Akasuna cut in before Deidara could finish his undoubtedly soon to be X-rated comment.
"Too busy huh? Well since you're so busy I think I'll give you a nice little vacation in the form of an after school detention. Today." Mr. Akasuna was totally oblivious to the meaning of that smirk and the tone of voice that his student was currently using on him. As far as he knew, the blond was being a smart ass, and he did not appreciate such things.
"What?!" Deidara protested, his seductive smirk turning into a frown that looked more like a pout.
"Good to know that punishment is what it takes for you to listen," Mr. Akasuna muttered out, glaring at his student.
At that, Deidara's spirits couldn't help but raise a little as he thought in his head. "Yeah, a little punishment does me a lot of good… just tie me up and punish me, teach." He didn't dare voice that thought aloud right now with the way the older male was looking at him.
"Out, now. I've got another class. Detention is in the library today after your last hour class. You had better show up or else the consequences will be dire for you." Mr. Akasuna emphasized the word dire with a slight widening of the eyes, shooing the blond out of his room as he lent back against his desk. One hand came up to rub at his temples, that kid always frustrated him to no end…
Outside the classroom, Deidara was sauntering over to his English class, meeting up with Hidan along the way.
"So how'd it go? Fuck him yet?"
Deidara arched one eyebrow and looked at his best friend for a moment before a sarcastic smile overtook his features.
"Yeah Hidan, in that five minutes I was in there, I fucked him into his desk."
"That bad huh?"
At that, Deidara elbowed Hidan in the side, slipping into the classroom and sitting down.
"He's oblivious to everything sexual that involves him, but he's got the eyes and ears of a hawk if I'm talking about fucking someone else." Sighing Deidara lent back in his seat and lulled his head back, looking at Hidan, who sat behind him in this class.
"It fucking sucks, un."
"It's fuckin' funny is what it is, man. You've never had this much trouble getting a guy, even the straight ones. I guess teachers are just outta' your league."
Deidara just glared at Hidan, raising one hand and flipping him off before the teacher walked in.
"Deidara, sit upright or stand, your choice."
Begrudgingly, Deidara sat up and slouched down in his seat. The old bag was annoying as hell and this had to be his least favorite class of the day. English was so pointless after fifth grade. There was nothing left to learn, all it consisted of was reading and writing stupid papers, nothing of real value as far as Deidara was concerned.
Deidara had no control over the matter and the day wore on, going to his third hour History class before meeting Hidan in front of the boy's bathroom to head off to lunch. History and art were the only classes the blond didn't have with Hidan.
"I fuckin' hate calc, Deidara!" Hidan proclaimed from down the hall as he walked up to the blond.
"I know, Hidan, that woman's a bitch," Deidara agreed as they started to walk to the lunch room.
As it happened, the duo had to walk through the science hall to get to the lunch room, conveniently taking them past Mr. Akasuna's class room. Everyday, Deidara would steel a glance in through the window on the door, catching just a glimpse of his favorite teacher as he wandered off to lunch. Usually he was giving the same lecture he gave the morning before to a different class, or doing a lab with them. Either way, he was usually busy.
On this day, though, the door was wide open and Deidara's stride got smaller, walking slower so he could see what was going on.
A brunette-haired woman about five seven or eight stood in front of Mr. Akasuna's desk, her smile wide as she conversed with the male. Conversed was a stretch, though, in fact, it was a very one sided conversation. The more she spoke the more miserable Mr. Akasuna looked, parting his lips to speak only to get interrupted by the woman again.
"That his bitch?" Hidan asked as he walked at a snails pace beside Deidara.
"Looks like it, un."
"Man she's got him whipped."
"Mmhm."
While the rest of the class was taking notes that Mr. Akasuna had just put onto the overhead, the teacher himself was fighting off a headache and doing his best to get the woman to leave, clearly trying to show her that he had a class to teach. It wasn't the first time she'd done this kind of thing, just the day before she'd done it the hour that Deidara was in. Usually she just called but obviously the matters that she had to discuss with Mr. Akasuna were dire in nature and had to be discussed in person right then and there.
"She must be a good lay, un. Why else would he stick around?" Deidara thought aloud, walking to his locker before kicking it open and taking out his lunch. Hidan just shrugged and kept walking down the hall, Deidara catching up a few moments later.
"With those mosquito-bite breasts of hers, that's probably the case. Her body is diffidently nothing special," Hidan commented, walking into the cafeteria. Deidara took a seat and dug out his sandwich while Hidan grabbed a bag of chips and a soda from the cashier. Sitting in front of Deidara he took a large swig of soda before Deidara spoke up.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I got an after school detention from Mr. A. and if I don't show, I'm ninety percent sure he'll remove my innards for a lab so I'll be an hour late, un," he said as he nibbled on his tuna sandwich. It was far from his favorite meal, but he was in a rush this morning.
"Damnit, Deidara," Hidan groaned, glaring at him. "You know my parents get home at six, right? That's not near enough time."
Deidara snorted and reached out, stealing Hidan's soda for a quick drink.
"That's two hours, Hidan. Besides, it only takes you two minutes, un," Deidara said with a grin, only to receive a quick kick to his leg, sputtering on the soda for a moment before breaking out in sly laughter.
Yup, just another day.
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AN: So there you have it, Chapter one of a story I'm actually going to finish! If I don't you can just flame the hell out of me, but in the mean time…. Review? Maybe? They make me feel good and I like hearing your thoughts.