Another song inspired one shot story! Touchin on my by 3oh!3
I hope you like ;)
P.S.: R&R
P.S.S: I don't own anything!
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Touchin On My!
Deidara sat impatiently in the cold seat, popping his gum loudly. He whipped out his phone and texted madly, but not one single person texted him back. Not a single text. Pissed off, Deidara slammed his phone on the metal seat beside him and gritted his teeth. Yet again, he had been sent to the principal's office at his "prestigious" all boy school. All it had taught him was, even if they didn't have boobs or a pussy, guys could still bring pleasure without girls. But that wasn't so important at the moment. Deidara threw his back against the chair and crossed his legs. He didn't deserve to be sitting here for the millionth time. He didn't do anything wrong at all! He was just defending himself. Deidara recalled it fondly.
"Come bitch! I know you want some of this!" A thick head boy called out to Deidara. Stupid Kiba, he thought, such a whore.
"Go away, un. I don't want to be fucked by you. You aren't my type, un."
"I don't give a fuck!" Another one of his friends called out, since he was down for any action. Another idiot, Deidara thought, why must all of them be attracted to me? Deidara sighed and pushed his fringe out of his eyes, also tighten his high ponytail. As the boys tempers boiled over, Deidara pulled out some eyeliner to touch up his makeup.
"Stop putting your makeup on and get on your fucking knees!" Hidan, another friend of Kiba's, said, grabbing his long blonde hair and yanking him down to his knees. Deidara cried out in pain and pushed Hidan's hand away.
"Stop it! I'm not some fuck toy, un!" Deidara kicked Hidan in the knees and was freed from his grip, leaving Hidan in a fit of curses. That's when everything went downhill, fast.
So here he was, in trouble for "hurting another student". Deidara huffed out a breath and tapped his foot. Stupid principal, he thought, hates to be kept waiting and look what he has me doing, un.
"Where is that fucking guy, un?" Deidara mumbled. Just as the words escaped his mouth, the door opened. Deidara stood up, throwing his backpack over one shoulder. He sighed and sat down in an even more uncomfortable chair. He gazed at the lazy ass of a principal.
Mr. Sasori stacked papers on his desk, not noticing Deidara in the slightest. Said boy felt his blood boil slightly and cleared his throat. Mr. Sasori glanced up at him with a blank expression. His messy red hair stuck up in random places and his honey color eyes looked bored.
"Aha, hello brat; what did you do this time?" Deidara grunted and grounded his teeth together.
"I didn't do anything wrong, un. I was protecting myself!"
"That's not what I heard. I heard you were kicking Hidan's and Kiba's asses." Sasori went back to sorting his papers slowly. Deidara threw his hands on the desk and leaned forward, toward Sasori. The man didn't respond in anyway, however, he motioned for Deidara the door. "Go close the door, Deidara." Deidara flattered for a moment, but a moment only. He did as he was told and sat back down. Sasori cleared his throat as well and leaned forward, resting his head on his folded hands.
"What, un?"
"Listen Deidara, I don't want to expel you, however, if you don't stop, I'll have no other chose. Do you understand brat?" Deidara huffed, but shook his head yes. "Good, now come after school to detention." Before Sasori could utter another word, Deidara stood up from his seat, obviously pissed.
"Excuse me, un?"
"You will come to my office right after school."
"Why should I, un? I didn't do anything wrong! Why aren't they being punished! Why, un!" Sasori glared up at Deidara.
"The last bells, your ass in my office, understand brat?" Deidara said nothing, but stormed out of Sasori office. The man sighed, thinking about what he had just gotten himself into.
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Deidara was fuming as he walked throughout the school campus, ready to kill. He had to stay after school with that fucker, great.
"That fucker, I hate him, un." Deidara crossed his arms and sat under a cherry blossom tree. The pastel pink petals feel on him softly, calming him. Deidara couldn't think of a time when he wasn't in trouble, going from school to school. He leaned his head against the tree, thinking. "I'm sorry mom… I really am, un." Tears fell out of his eyes as the warning bell rang. He stayed for a moment more, then, after wiping his tears away, he went quickly off to class.
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Throughout the day, Deidara got dirty looks from everyone, teachers and students. He kept to himself, staying quite. In all of his classes, Kiba or Hidan would pop up, smirking broadly at him. He would only glare back at them, but he feared being near them. He had almost been raped for God sake! In one of his favorite classes, Art, Sasori came in and motioned for Deidara to come with him. Childish waves of the sound "ohh" went around the classroom, pissing Deidara off, triggering him to throw them all the birdy. His teacher, Ms. Konan gasped and tried to stop Deidara, but Sasori slammed the door on her face. Deidara snickered and followed Sasori down the long, dully lighted hallways. He shoved his hands in his pockets, wondering where Sasori was taking him. They left the building and walked all to the old, decaying library on the far corner of the campus. Raising an eyebrow, Deidara stopped.
"Why did you stop brat?" Sasori turned around and squinted at him. Deidara frowned and glance up at the building.
"I don't know why we are here is all, un." Sasori smirked and grasped Deidara wrist. The boy blushed slightly and avoid Sasori gaze.
"There is something that I want to show you." Pulling the blonde with him, they entered the library. Dust and dirt covered every inch of the space. Deidara nose crinkled upward and he sneezed which echoed. He blushed and pulled his hand out of the older man grip. Sasori laughed softly and motioned with one finger for Deidara to follow him. "Don't be afraid, nothing is going to hurt you." Sasori smirked again causing the blonde to blush harder. They walked through the turn over chairs and tables, seeing nothing but bugs, dust, and dirt. But Sasori knew where to take the boy. They walked to the very back of the building, seeing a wide door.
"Where are we going, un?" Sasori took Deidara hand and began to turn the door knob.
"You'll see." With a quick flick of his wrist the door swung open, revealing a clean and open art studio. Deidara gasped loudly and walked into the room slowly. The room was filled with blank canvases and clay. Every artistic tool need was there. He couldn't believe that all of this was in this deserted building.
"Why… Why is this here, un?" He said with awe. Sasori smirked.
"You're not the only good artist in the school, brat. I love art just as much as you do, so I thought you treasure this room just as much as I would. So from now on, you will clean it every day." Deidara stopped in his tracks.
"I'll be doing what?"
"Cleaning, but you can use anything you see. You have no limit in here. Don't make me regret this decision, brat." Sasori closed the door and sat near a wooden work bench, craving into something. Deidara walked slowly up to Sasori, grazing down on his work. Sasori was craving into the face of a puppet. Deidara stared in surprise on how gentle and detailed Sasori was.
"You like puppets, un?" Sasori peeked over his shoulder and smiled.
"Yes. This is my art, my eternal art. That is true art." Sasori didn't expect Deidara to laugh. He fully turned in his chair and folded his arms across his chest.
"That's not art, un! Art is fleeting! Here a moment, gone the next. That's true art, un." Sasori felt a vein in forehead pulse.
"Brat… Art is eternal, end of the conversation."
"No… Art is fleeting, un!" Sasori glared harder at Deidara and stood up from his chair, only a few inches away from Deidara. The boy blushed yet again and took a step back, feeling the wall press hard against his back.
"Brat…" Sasori breathed, making the blonde shiver at his stupid nickname. "Art… is… eternal." Sasori leaned forward and said this into Deidara's red ear. The boy took in a shaky breath as Sasori stepped back. "Don't forget to come to my office after school for detention, brat." Sasori turned and walked slowly away from Deidara. As the door closed on Sasori, Deidara slowly slide down the wall. What is he doing to me, he thought, what's wrong with me? Deidara stared down at his shaking hands and gripped them into fist.
"I'm better than this. I don't need anything or anyone, un." He whispered. In the distance, he heard the faint ringing of the bells, signaling that classes where over for the day. Deidara closed his eyes and sighed. He really didn't want to spend any more time with that man.
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Deidara couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the art studio as he walked to Sasori office. What was he doing? Why was he getting really close to this man? He kept his head down as he walked. Sadly, Kiba and Hidan don't leave him be. As he walked past his cherry blossom tree, they pop out of nowhere with large sneers on their faces.
"Hey, blonde, where do you think you're going? We haven't finished our business from earlier." Kiba grabbed his button up white shirt and held him close to his chest. Deidara didn't care in the slightest. He just let Kiba hold him by his shirt, not trying anything.
"That's more like! Be a fucking submissive whore!" Hidan yanked Deidara's hair and licks his cheek. A few students cast a wary eye, but continue to walk away. They took Deidara between two buildings and heaved him against the brick wall, scraping his back. Deidara grunted in pain, but didn't make any moves for escape.
"I can't wait for you to scream our names… I just can't wait!" Hidan yelled, smiling evilly.
"You can fuck him, I'm just here record it all." Deidara eyes widen.
"What are you talking about, un?" They both smirked as Hidan started unbutton his shirt and Kiba pulled out a little camera.
"Hidan is going to rape you as I record it. We may just sell it for some money too, of course, after we show it to everyone on campus." Kiba pushed the record button as Hidan attack Deidara's neck, his eyes wide. Deidara wailed out and shoved Hidan away, holding his neck where Hidan had bitten him.
"Don't be like that, DeiDei? I know you want some of this." With a large leer, Hidan gripped both of Deidara's wrists and held them above his head.
"No! Stop it, un!" Deidara started to scream out, trying to get someone attention. Hidan growled and covered Deidara's lips with his. Appalled, Deidara bit down on Hidan, forgetting that he was a masochist. He only moaned at Deidara, scaring him further. Then Deidara closed his eyes and cried.
"What's going on here?" Hidan froze and turned to see Sasori glaring at him.
"Fuck off." He said rubbing Deidara nipples through his shirt. Said boy yelp in surprise and felt his tears quicken. He tried to grip the wall, his face twisted in pain. Then the touch of Hidan was gone. Deidara ran he ran as fast as he could away from them. He didn't stop even when he tripped, he just got back up. He didn't know where he was going til he was there, the art studio. He took in a shaken breath and screamed. Screamed for the pain he felt. Screamed for the empty feeling remaining in his heart and soul. Screamed for the fact his mother was dead and pain she left for him to deal with, alone. Screamed for the pain his father gave him when he walked out on him.
"Deidara?" He didn't turn around but he let a whimper out.
"Go away, un." He sobbed out. Sasori sighed and walked to Deidara, until his breath was against Deidara neck.
"They wouldn't hurt you anymore." Deidara whimpered again and turn around glaring his teary eyes at Sasori.
"You know what you just did, un? They wouldn't let me live this down! Now all I am is a fucking pussy! They probably think I'm your little playboy, un! Fuck Sasori! Mind your own damn business! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP, UN!" Deidara took his fist back and sent it weakly at Sasori chest. He repeated this, releasing his pathetic fury on Sasori. Sasori didn't try to stop him, he did the opposite. He slowly grabbed each wrist and held them gently. Deidara eyes still let tears slip from his eyes. He hiccupped for air and let out a long cry. Sasori pulled softly on Deidara's wrist and wrapped his arms around his waist. Deidara stood very still then thought, screw it, and threw his arms around Sasori's neck. Tears stained Sasori white shirt but Sasori pressed Deidara's head tightly neck, feeling his tears fall down the column of his neck.
"Deidara…" Sasori mused softly and gripped his hair, bringing their faces close. Deidara took the first move. He rammed their lips together, meshing them firmly together. Sasori hands wandered down to Deidara little ass and squeezed lovingly. Deidara took in a quick breath and moaned softly. Sasori, however, pulled away roughly, leaving Deidara shocked.
"Sasori-Danna?" The man stiffened at the name but didn't dare look at Deidara.
"We shouldn't be doing this. God Deidara, you are just a kid. What are you, sixteen?" Deidara frowned and tighten his grip on Sasori neck.
"I'm seventeen, for your information, and I will be eighteen in a few months, un." Sasori sighed and unhooked Deidara arms around his neck.
"If you really wanted me, you can wait." Sasori turned on his heel and began to walk away. Although, Deidara wasn't going to have that; he reached out, grasping Sasori cuff on his shirt.
"This is why I don't get close to anyone, un. They do this to me. They leave me or forget me, thinking that it doesn't hurt me. I guess my mom was right," He smiled sadly as Sasori gaze at his face. "No one will ever love me, just like she said, un." Fresh tears formed in Deidara eyes.
"Dei…"
"Sasori… I hate you, un." Deidara took off, running as he could, still blinded by his tears. He didn't even notice that even the sky was crying with him.
"Deidara!" He heard Sasori yell for him, but he continue on, through the crowd of people. He ran down the sidewalk, glancing behind him so often to look for Sasori. Deidara, not looking, ran into a lane of traffic, not noticing the speeding car come at him.
"DEIDARA!" He heard his name before everything went black.
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