-Alright, world~ Time for disclaimers.

I do not own "The City is at War" the song. Cobra Starship does.

And I don't own Naruto, either. If I did...well, let's say it'd be yaoi all day, every day, baby~

"The city is at war, playtime for the young and rich..."

Chapter One

Welcome to the Big Time

Dawning Fashion Magazine had to be one of the most popular magazine from Iwagakure City all the way to Kirigakure.

Deidara knew this because Deidara had come from Iwa.

He also knew this because he had been reading Dawning since the day it came out, and had it's anniversary clearly marked in his mind. Deidara knew its creator, their biography, and all of those who put in to creating said magazine. Deidara wasn't exactly obsessed...

...he just happened to like the magazine. Jeez, was that such a problem?

The young blond man chewed on his bottom lip as he gazed at the outside of his new apartment. It wasn't what he expected. Deidara didn't know if he could afford such a nice place, but it seemed fine when he originally checked the monthly rent. Deidara smiled to himself, glad at the thought of having a place to stay. Not only this, but he knew he would be working for Dawning Magazine!

Deidara smiled. "I made it! I'm finally here," he whispered to himself, glad to be where he was now.

Though, in honesty, he wasn't there yet, seeing as he only had a simple internship. This sounded amazing to him, though. Just the thought of putting some effort into making the magazine better than it already was just lit up his day. His only regret was that he didn't look more into the fine arts field in college. He had sent a letter and resume to Dawning, and though they didn't exactly take him as a worker, they did allow him to be an intern, to test his skills. Deidara was highly excited with this, and took the time to sing and dance when he got the news, and rashly dropped out of college.

This was a shame, seeing as he actually got in with a scholarship.

Ah, well. No chance of him getting that back.

Deidara gripped the handle of his suitcase tighter, then before he knew it, was walking in the direction of his new apartment in Konohagakure, the biggest, most important city he had ever known. It was one of those things, like "If you could make it there, you could make it anywhere." And Deidara was there.

Almost.

Cautiously (almost as if not to break the key), Deidara unlocked the door to his new apartment, his new home. He opened the door wide and took in the sight.

There was nothing there.

Not that he expected it to be full of things as soon as he moved in, but he didn't expect it to be so...bare. Though, the large window gave a gorgeous view of the late evening sky, along with the bustling city below as cars drove by. Though, it wasn't crowded or bunched together like other big cities, and everything looked...nicer. That was a good sign, Deidara knew that for sure.

About now, Deidara was amazed at the fact that he managed to do this. It was much to his father's dismay, however, seeing as the man didn't see the point of his young son getting into the idea of fashion magazines. His old man didn't even support the idea of Deidara being an artist.

But his mother? She knew how he felt on the subject. She gave him enough money to make his way out of the house, buy a few pieces of furniture, money for the movers that waited outside, and enough for anything else. The money she actually gave wouldn't be much to the average human, but it was a perfect amount for Deidara, and he planned to spend it wisely (unlike last time he was given money and decided to spend it on chewing gum to experiment with his statue. What would a pink bubble-gum bird look like?)

He went out the door and back to the movers, ushering them in with a couch, table, bed, and a few other important things. Deidara would have helped if he hadn't gone through hell waiting for his nails to dry and stop chipping. Plus, they were running out of the black nail polish he liked, so he wanted to make due with what he had.

The movers watched him carefully as they did just as their title suggests, moving things. They seemed curious about this man- "It is a guy, right?" one of the movers whispered to the other, who shrugged and they continued.

Once the movers were done with their job, paid, and out, Deidara breathed a heavy sigh, letting a small smile grace his lips. He pulled his cellphone out of the pocket of his black skinny jeans, calling his mother.

"Hello, un? Mom?" he asked.

"Dei-chan! How was your move? Is your apartment nice? How are you, dear?"

"I'm fine, mom..." Deidara murmured, walking down the halls to his bedroom. Boring white walls? He would have fun painting all of this black. He wandered back out to look at the rest of the place.

"Well, I was about to go to bed, but I'll come and visit you in the next few days. Your first day of internship starts tomorrow, ne?"

Deidara nodded, though he knew his mother couldn't see him. "Yeah, un."

"Alright, then I'll see you then! Good night, dear. I love you!"

"Love you too, mom, yeah," he replied, then snapped the cell shut.

He then realized that by the time the movers were finished, it was later than he expected. As he went back to his bedroom, he almost didn't know how to react. But he knew that he needed sleep for the upcoming day.

He was there, and he was going to make it to the top.

A/N.:: Well, here's what I have so far.

Interested? Then review, please!