Another Fanfic. It might be a little sad, or a lot, depends on how i write... anyway enjoy!

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"My Life"

Prologue

I can't take it anymore... My life is just a living hell. Why did he die before me... it's not supposed to happen this way. Why him? What has he done?! Absolutely nothing. It's my fault he's dead, and I regret letting him into my life, my problems.

My Life.

In this time of my life, I'm five. My name's Sasori, and I have red hair with dark red eyes. I just watched my mom die today. Funny thing was, I didn't cry. She wasn't worth it. She used to beat me along with my dad. So I didn't cry when my dad killed her because he saw her with another man. She deserved it. The only thing is, my dad blames me, he thought I drove her into another man. How that's even possible? Go ask his snobby stuck up ass. I'm starting school tomorrow. Hopefully it's good there.

The Next Day

School's going okay for the most part. Appart from the other kid's teasing, it's going good. There's this other boy in class. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. He seems like me, secluded from everybody, and not giving a care in the world to what happens. He's noticed me looking at him. Maybe I should go talk to him. Maybe.

Lunch time

"Hi my name's Deidara, yeah. Can I sit here?" I looked up to see that same boy with the blonde hair and blue eyes. I gave a slight incline of my head to show him I said yes.

He smiled cheerfully, but that lasted only a second. He immediately got this pained expression on, right after he sat down. I resisted the urge to ask what was wrong.

The expression was gone soon though, and now he wore a frown. Just like me, he picked at his food. We didn't talk, because we barely knew each other.

"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking, yeah?" I looked up and met his eyes for a brief moment before saying in a quiet voice, "Sasori."

He seemed cheerful to hear me talk, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Something about him seemed fake, as if he was trying to hide something. Maybe he's hiding that he's in pain. If you looked closely, you could see him grimace when he moved.

"So Sasori, do you want to hang out, yeah? " He asked hopefully. Again, i gave a slight incline of my head.

This was going to be the start of a nice friendship.

Time Skip: Eight Years Later. Sasori: 13 Deidara: 13

Another day at school for me. The beatings that I get from my dad are the same. I'm still not sure if Deidara will tell me whats wrong with him, but he said we will talk when it's lunch time. He might be ready to tell me what's wrong with him, although I have my suspicions.

"He Sasori, un." Deidara said in his fake cheery voice. I hate that voice, it drives me insane.

"Hn." I said. We sat in silence for a while. I couldn't take it so I asked, "So, are you going to tell me why you always look like your in pain?" I asked casually. I didn't want to show him how eager I was, but God it was hard.

"Um... yeah, un." I could tell he was hestitant, but I know he wanted someone to know... and what better than a someone who's been your friend since pre-school?

He took a deep breath, " I guess it started when I was four or something like that. I had a mom and dad, and a twin sister. I was about five minutes older than her. But, when she came out, my mother died. My father thought he could deal with her death, but over the years, he seemed to go insane. I noticed, but I thought it was nothing. I grew very protective of my sister, she was everything to me. One night when we were four, i guess my dad couldn't take my mother's death anymore, he had to take it out on someone. He came into our room one night, and I remember waking up to blood-curling screams. I looked over to my sister and saw her covered in blood, and she looked broken. I think she was dead. My father looked at me and told me not to tell anyone, that this was our little secret. I think he blamed her for our mother's death. I always wonder that if I was born first, then would I be the one on the floor covered in blood?"

I sat quitetly and glanced over at Deidara. He was crying silently. I felt bad for him. I think that he wasn't finished, because he took a deep breath.

"After that, i lived in fear of my dad. He must have noticed, because he started beating me. He didn't want someone to fear him, so he thought that he could beat it into me. He still does to this day. He gets drunk a lot too. When's he's drunk, the beatings get worst. So that's what happens." He took another deep breath, and tried to cease his crying.

So he was like me, he got beat too. Over something that wasn't his fault, something he couldn't prevent. I looked over at him. He was still crying, I wonder if i told him about my life... would that make him feel better? I hope so.

"Hey Deidara, the same things happen to me, just not the same tradegies. My mom died too, but not before she beat me all kinds of times. My father was the same way, he liked it when I was in pain. One night I, was about three, and that's when we started having problems with money. I guess, to them, that they thought that they had to buy me everything, and that just lead to problems. We were soon bankrupt, and since they didn't have money to buy their alchohol, they beat me. Simple as that. They couldn't get their alchohol, I couldn't have a normal life. But one night when I was five, my mom came home with another man. My dad was supposed to be out somewhere, but I think he came home early. He went into his and my mom's room, and I soon heard a gunshot, followed by a scream. My mom was crawling out of the bedroom, but my dad stopped her and started beating her. After about thirty minutes of that, she's dead. (Deidara gasped at this). I didn't cry though. I thought that she didn't deserve it. In a way, I felt relieved that she was gone. But after that, he turned to me and started screaming at me that it was my fault, that i'm the one who drove her to another man. I don't know how I could have done that, but I didn't say so. Now I get beat even worse, and its been that way ever since."

I took a deep breath. I noticed i had a tear in my eye. I quickly wiped it away, and looked over at him. Damn, he was crying harder. So much for that idea.

"That's so sad!" He started bawling again. I sighed, I don't think that he's going to stop cying anytime soon. But then he did something that shocked me. He reached over and pulled me into a tight embrace. After a minute he pulled back, and he just looked into my eyes. He then pulled forward and he pressed his lips to mine. I was shocked, and so I didnt' do anything. He then pulled back and turned away from me.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." he then turned to leave, but I quickly pulled him back down and returned his kiss. I guess he was shocked, because he didn't do anything. But then he returned the kiss. It was a sweet, passion filled kiss, and I loved it. We then pulled apart, and I could tell he was blushing. He turned to me and said, "Hey Sasori... um do you think that... um maybe we could, um I don't know..." he turned away blushing. I pulled him closer to me, and said, " I would love to Deidara, although I'm not sure what you want to do.

He seemed to get soem confidence after I said that, because he said, " How about we go to the ice-cream shop after school tomorrow?" I said yes, and we just sat there being happy. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

A/N: Okay, so this is the first chapter, and if u bear with me, i will have the next chapter up soon. But be warned, this story is going to be kinda sad, and i kind of have the chapter's planned out.

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