Welcome to another of my stories, I just wanna say I've been enspired by two stories, the first one called "All You Know" by N.V.9, you have to read it, it's great! And the next is "Akatsuki High" by .
I hope you enjoy this story and please critique on it, and reveiw! I worked hard on it, and it's going to be a great story I hope!
Warning: voilence, mention of rape, boyXboy, cross dressing, teenager abuse (from father to son) future lemon (hell yeah!) SasoDei
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but if I did I would be married to Kiba, Sasuke and Naruto would be in love and a couple other pairings...
Please enjoy this story!
Deidara let out a scream of pain as he got thrown onto the wall, there was a snap and he whimpered softly, turning his head to see his father, drunk…
"You're a fucking little mistake…" he snarled. Deidara turned his head to the side, and let out another scream as it got punched into the wall, blood trickling down his cheek. There was another pain at his leg as they got stepped on, Deidara could swear he felt bones break.
Deidara took a deep breath and turned around, but screamed out again as something was sprayed into his eye. "PLEASE STOP!" He screamed desperately, his eye felt like it was burning and he clutched it. His father growled at him and kicked him in the stomach, Deidara quickly wrapped his arms around his stomach, but that caused his eye to hurt more. What did he put in his eye?
"You deserve to die, you little gay shit." He snarled, Deidara whimpered, hoping that his father would just kill him. How much easier that would be…
"Y-yes father…" he whispered, getting pulled up into a standing position as his face was slapped again.
"Now you will go to this new school, you will not make friends. You will not mention this and you will get good grades." He snarled, "Like a good little girl." He finished, padding away.
Deidara stood there, watching the door slam. He wiped the tears from his eyes and managed to pad upstairs. He lied down on his mattress on the floor, which was dirty and brown. A rat ran across the floor next to the wall and Deidara turned his head away.
"I have to be a girl…" he whispered, "I…am a girl…" he whispered.
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The alarm beeped and Deidara sat up, wincing. His eye was still stinging and after noticing half his vision was blotted out, he realized it was blind. The blonde boy stood up and walked over to his school clothes, slowly putting on the skirt. He whimpered again as the clothes touched against the bruises and headed to the mirror, shoving some socks down his shirt into the bra he had been forced to wear.
He took out some makeup his father had brought for him and he patted it over the bruise on his cheek, making it less blue. He can buy makeup, but he can't buy a good house…
He slowly brushed his hair into a pony tail, leaving the back down and a bang covering his blind eye. "I can do this" he repeated to himself, grabbing his school bag and running into the streets. He didn't want to face his father that morning; the man would probably try and rape him. You could never be sure.
The school was alive with people and he padded in, getting some wolf whistles from some boys. If only they knew… he thought sadly. Continuing to walk down to the building, the building looked old and he paused, not sure where to go.
There was a gentle voice from behind him and he turned around, a small blush hazing his cheeks. His blue eye scanned the red headed boy in front of him; the boys' shirt was tidy and his red hair was falling over his gorgeous eyes. He looked pretty wealthy.
"Are you new here?" The voice asked gently, walking forwards. Deidara noticed his large school bag, with a laptop bag in another hand. He was defiantly rich if he could afford a laptop.
"Oh…y-yes…" he stuttered, looking away. The boy smiled at Deidara, and reached out, grabbing his wrist gently, not demanding like his father did to him.
"What's your name?" He asked kindly, pulling Deidara towards a group of people. Deidara tried to tug away, but gave up. Yet his father's message played over in his head 'Do not make friends… '
There was a happy squeal from in front of him and a purple haired girl ran forwards, "I love your hair!" She giggled, cutting Sasori off from his sentence. "I'm Konan" she said. "That's Sasori," she said, pointing to the red head that Deidara met earlier. She introduced the rest of the group, but Deidara was busy gazing at Sasori. The name fit perfectly…
"-your name?" She finally asked, turning to Deidara. Everyone else did too. Shit shit shit, Deidara is a boy's name…erm…um…
"I'm Dai" he said, giving a slight smile, good, Dai was good... he thought. The girl named Konan smiled and linked their arm's again. "Were going to be best friends, Dai!" She laughed.
Is this how girls normally act? Deidara thought, sighing softly and letting her do what she wanted. At least his whole 'girl' act fooled them.
"So, Dai, what lesson to you have first?" Sasori asked; the word Dai rolling out of his mouth, like it was meant to be. Deidara frowned, and took his dairy out, looking over it.
"Art" he said, smiling slightly. He could finally relax in art; it was something he just loved. The purple haired girl frowned and sighed softly.
"Dam, I have cooking…" she muttered. "Oh well, Sasori has art~" she teased. Deidara blushed again, trying not to show he was looking forwards to being with the redhead. Sasori gave a chuckle and walked forwards, his movements swift and dainty.
"Come on, Dai." He said, Deidara smiled and followed, he loved when his new name was spoken by Sasori.
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The two sat down in the class, Sasori's hand a little too close to Deidara's.
Oh no, what if he finds out I'm a guy when we get in bed…why am I thinking about this? We havn't known each other for three hours and I'm already thinking of us kissing.
God, Deidara, get a hold of yourself. Nothing will happen, geez I'm not even supposed to be making friends, let alone crushing on someone…
"Dai? You okay?" Sasori asked, softly shaking Deidara's shoulder. Deidara looked over and smiled slightly.
"Yeah, thanks" he said. His stomach grumbled and Deidara blushed again, he was starved at home too.
"So…" the red head started, trying to find a topic. "You like art?" He asked, smiling and taking a piece of paper the teacher handed over.
Deidara nodded and quickly got up, taking some clay. He bent down, his skirt rising up his legs slightly. Dam, he forgot about that too. He blushed red and stood up; knowing Sasori was taking a look at him.
"Yeah" he answered as he sat back down. "Art is the bomb," he laughed, then stopped, shit. Girl's freaking giggled not laughed like that. And since when would you find a girl saying 'art is the bomb'. Get a hold of yourself Deidara, He told himself.
Sasori rolled his eyes, "no way, art is something slow and beautiful." He chuckled, "true art is eternal beauty" he finished. Not prepared for Deidara's comeback.
"No-way! With art, you must try and get bigger and better-" he got cut off by a hand over his mouth and he blushed, realizing it was Sasori's hand. He gulped and looked over; glad his blind eye was still covered.
"You're different to most girls, Dai." He said, moving his hand down. Deidara gulped, has he figured out…? "You have this different…I don't know, but tonight would you like to go out for dinner with me?"
"Yes please!" Deidara said immediately. Oh crap what have I done? He thought; his brain working against his heart. And his heart winning. "Where shall we meet?" He found himself asking.
"I'll pick you up at 6," Sasori said, smiling at Deidara. Deidara gave a slight nod, and grabbed a piece of paper, writing down an address for the street after his.
"I'll be waiting" he said, smiling and quickly giving Sasori's cheek a kiss. The bell went and Deidara ran out, going into the library. Wait, did he just give Deidara a kiss? And…did he just say he would be picked up to go for dinner at six, with a boy that thought he was a girl.
He couldn't help but feel exited.
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The rest of the day passed quickly, listening to Konan's gossip all day and thinking about Sasori. In fact, he hadn't even heard the bell ring until he was being pulled into a hug by his so called new best friend.
Promising he would text, they both walked out. Deidara gave a yawn and groaned, the bra was itching over his shoulders and it felt uncomfortable. The back was too tight and the whole thing was a plain nuisance.
He arrived at his door and walked in, quickly running upstairs and shutting his door. He let out a sigh of relief that he didn't bump into his father. He padded over to his mirror and gave a slight smile, life was looking good. He had new friends and a new life, and a new gender he should add.
He undid his hair tie and let his golden hair fall over his shoulders daintily. He also pulled his top of and bra, and stood in front of the mirror topless; he grabbed some make up remover and wiped all the makeup. Finally his face could breathe again.
Next he pulled his skirt off, no-way would he go to on the date with that. He should probably actually tell Sasori now that he was a boy.
His phone alarm beeped 5:30 and he smiled, clipping the bra up, and tugging on some jeans. He pulled on a tank top and then the black hoodie. After checking the coast was clear, he ran downstairs and outside, sprinting to the house he said to meet at.
A small drizzle of rain dripped down from the clouds and Deidara shivered, snuggling up closer into his thin black jacket. He felt a pair of arm's move around him and turned his head to the side, smiling slightly.
"Hey Sasori…" he whispered, snuggling up into the red-head's chest. Sasori smiled and held Deidara closer, slowly walking them to the posh car.
"Hey Dai," the boy said, his voice soft. Deidara smiled and sat down in the seat, buckling up his seatbelt. Deidara smiled and looked over at him, blushing the faintest. This was it, this was when he should be telling Sasori he was not a girl, this was when-
"Don't look like that, I understand." Sasori whispered, looking into his eyes.
Did you like it so far? I hope so, please comment and say what I can do to it to fix it!
~KibaDoctor- Luva