Part 1 - A New Beginning
Author Notes: Okay, here's the first part of my first fic! Constructive criticism only please, no flames! This is dedicated to NarutoxHinataPie, for being an awesome writer and friend. And for letting me use her name (changed to fit Japanese) for my OC . This chapter is rated M for masturbation. It's not very graphic, but I'm going to play it safe. I don't care if you don't like OCs, I do and this is my story, so if you don't like it, don't read! Please Review, I like to know if my work is appreciated Enjoy! - Emmy
Deidara looked up at the small suburban house. The ivy creeping up its side giving it a gothic feel.
"Home sweet home." He muttered under his breath. Having been kicked out of his apartment, he had been forced to find somewhere to live. Having seen the advertisement in an obscure art magazine, he wasn't sure about his potential landlord. He took a deep breath and walked up to the mahogany door, knocking gently on it. He heard creaking as someone descended the stairs a key turned in a lock and the door opened. His one visible eye widened a little as it settled on the slightly shorter girl stood in front of him, her pink eyes appearing to look through him. He suddenly felt very exposed. She seemed to be waiting for him to speak,
"Umm, hi, I'm Deidara...I saw your ad in...um.." He cursed himself mentally. Forgetting where he saw the advert? Way to look like an idiot in front of your potential landlady. To his surprise, she just nodded,
"Alright. Come in." While this should have been a welcoming statement, it sounded more like a 'get the hell away from here'. He swallowed and walked into the house. It felt as though he'd stepped into a cold spot. The interior was a lot bigger than he had expected and although the place had the feeling of an old, disused shack, it was spotless. No dust, no cobwebs. The door closed behind him,
"My name is Keli. Don't piss me off, and you'll be fine." Her eyes locked with his, as if daring him to try it. He swallowed again and nodded,
"Got it." She jerked her head, signaling him to follow her. She walked down the short corridor, stopping at a door. She pushed it open revealing a small room occupied by a dark blue sofa, two dark blue arm chairs, a book case and a television,
"Living room." Leaving the door open, she continued down the corridor,
"Kitchen. Do your own shopping, although anything in the fridge and cupboards is game, unless clearly marked." Deidara nodded again, following her into the kitchen and out of the back door,
"Shitty little garden." He chuckled in agreement, the 'garden' was small sqaure of paving slabs surrounded by a high fence. They went back inside where Keli led him up a flight of stairs,
"My room. Off limits at all times. If you need anything just knock." She said, pointing to a dark green door, "Respect my privacy and I'll respect yours."
"Okay." She opened another dark green door, revealing a rather spacious room. The walls were painted a light aquamarine,
"This is your room, do what you want with it. If you need any paint, extra furniture ecetera, you'll have to deal with that yourself." He glanced around the room, a double bed, a pine desk, book case, chest of drawers and a nightstand. He highly doubted he'd need anything else. She turned towards the last door,
"Bathroom. Use your own towels and no hair in the plugs, got it?"
"Clean up after myself, don't disturb you, anything else I should know?" Deidara asked, turning to face Keli. She shrugged,
"Not that I can think of." He nodded,
"Okay...Um, I'll be moving in tomorrow then...?" He wasn't sure why he was so damn nervous around her, she was just some girl. Just some really scary albino girl...
"Fine." He swallowed and followed her back to the front door,
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then Keli." He smiled softly. She didn't return the smile, just nodded and closed the door. Deidara ran a hand through his hair,
"This is going to be hell..." He muttered under his breath as he walked down the garden path back onto the street. He took another look at the house, it looked so innocent from outside. Unlike the woman who lived inside.
"Whew!" Deidara wiped the sweat from his forehead, frowning when he realised that his blonde fringe was sticking to his face. He tucked the hair behind his ear, a futile attempt; it flopped back into his face almost instantly. He sighed, giving up trying to tame his yellow mane. He glanced around his room, it was shocking how many boxes there were. Although they were pretty small as far as boxes went. And they were heavy. All those art supplies were a pain, especially the copious amounts of clay in his possession. He'd caught Keli on her way out. She'd simply handed him his set of keys and left without so much as a hello,
"She seems a right bitch." Itachi commented. Deidara rolled his eyes at his friend,
"Shut up yeah!" He snapped, glancing over his shoulder at the closed door, as if expecting her to come in and eat him.
"She's not here Deidara. You can bitch all you want about her." He groaned,
"Itachi, I've only just met her yeah, she's probably fine."
"Pfft! She looks like a female version of Hidan, and you know what a dick he is." Deidara couldn't help chuckling. He could imagine Keli swearing every 2 seconds and banging on about that cult Hidan loved so much...He shook that thought from his head. Keli was not Hidan. Even if both of them were albino and similarly antisocial, they were different people altogether. Or so he hoped. A female version of Hidan would be hell.
"Will you just help me unpack yeah, like you said you would?" He asked, turning to face the darked haired man, his blue eyes meeting Itachi's black ones,
"Alright Blondie. Which ones need to be opened first?" Deidara threw a pillow at Itachi for the nickname then handed him a craft knife,
"All the ones marked 'Important Shit'." He replied, slicing apart the tape on the closest box with the words 'Deidara's Important Shit' scrawled on the side in black marker pen,
"Deidara, they're all marked 'Important shit' you idiot." Itachi half growled, getting a little frustrated with his friend's apparent lack of common sense and organisation,
"Well, open them then yeah!" The blonde returned, pulling a stack of art related books out of the box and placing them in the bookcase,
"Look, I want to get this done soon yeah. I promised Sakura I'd take her out tonight yeah."
"You hair is fine, Jesus Christ..."
"It's not my hair I'm worried about-"
"For once." Deidara turned and glared at Itachi,
"Don't make me throw one of these at you yeah." He threatened, holding up a heavy art anthology. Itachi chuckled, shaking his head and pushing a box of clothes towards to Deidara.
It took them nearly 5 hours to unpack all the boxes, store all the contents so that Deidara wouldn't fall over it (more than he already would anyway) and dump the boxes in the closet, just in case. Deidara sat back against the wall of his room, eyes closed, grinning like a maniac,
"Finally, I'm finished!"
"You mean we're finished." Itachi cut in. He hadn't known that unpacking was going to be such hard work. Made all the harder by Deidara's love of 'organised chaos'
"I'm an artist, yeah, what do you expect?" He had said when Itachi had nearly lost it and beaten the blonde silly with the nearest blunt object,
"It wouldn't have killed you to have boxed your shit in some kind of order." Deidara opened his one visible eyes and waved his hand at Itachi,
"Yeah yeah. Well, it was all coming out anyway, so there was no point yeah." Itachi rolled his eyes,
"I am never helping you move, ever again." He vowed, fixing Deidara with a cold stare. The latter pouted,
"Aww, you're no fun Itachi yeah!" Itachi could have hit him, but instead. he pushed himself to his feet,
"I'm off. Tell Sakura I said hi." He said over his shoulder as he walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Deidara sighed as he heard the front door close. He checked his watch, 3pm. He fished around in his pocket for his mobile phone. He dialed his girlfriend's number and pressed the device against his ear, listening to the annoying dial tone,
"Hey Dei-kun!"
"Hello Sakura-chan. Me and Itachi finally finished. I'll come by around 5, okay?"
"Sure thing! See you then!" She hung up and he replaced his phone in his pocket and stood up,
"Better pretty myself up yeah." He muttered to himself. He pulled tout the red band, his hair falling around his shoulders, making him look even more gorgeous. He picked up his toiletries, grabbed a towel and a clean set of clothes before heading to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He glanced at his reflection in the full length mirror in the cream bathroom and frowned,
"Man, I look like shit. And I need to lose weight." He pouted at the mirror, pinching a tiny amount of skin at his waist. He shook his head, sighing again, before stepping into the shower and turning the water on, groaning as the hot water sprayed onto his naked body. He was glad the house was empty, as the small grunts of pleasure he was emitting as his body relaxed would probably freak the hell out of his housemate. He smiled softly as his thoughts drifted to Sakura. Damn she was hot. Although they'd been together nearly 3 years, she still amazed him with her every move. She was so graceful and so perfect. Her body was a temple that he worshipped every time they were together. Her soft, pert breasts, her smooth legs, those sweet noises she made when he nibbled her neck. He chuckled as his body began to react to his thoughts.'Keli didn't say anything about masturbation, and as long as I don't leave any mess, she won't care.' He mused before beginning that common teenage practice. Him and Sakura had never had sexual intercourse. She wanted to wait until she was ready and he was prepared to wait, so strong was his love for her. Even though most of his friends told him she was being a total prude and that he really needed to get laid soon, he didn't care. He loved her so much and wanted his first time to be with her. And he was sure she felt the same. He kept very quiet during the whole process, just in case Kelly had returned and was being silent as seemed to be her nature. He placed his unoccupied palm against the tiled wall for support, his short breaths turning into ragged pants as he brought himself over the edge, moaning Sakura's name softly. He stayed in that position for some time, letting the water wash away all traces of his actions as he caught his breath. He straightened up and proceeded to continue his shower in the way it was meant for: cleaning. He massaged his favourite shampoo into his hair, reveling in the familiar subtle scent of cinnamon. He couldn't care less that his friends made fun of him, he liked female shower products. They were better quality and smelled better. Still, at least he didn't use girly perfume, that would have given him more queer points than he cared to have. Sometimes, he wished he could have Itachi's utter lack of consideration for his appearance, but then, he did enjoy making himself look good. Well, better than the shit he normally looked. Deidara grimaced as he pulled a particularly stubborn knot out of his hair,
"Note to self, stop sleeping with hair still tied up." He mumbled, hoping that saying it out loud would help him remember, but knowing full well it wouldn't. He was young and hopeless, could you blame him? He wanted to have fun and get the best out of life before he got old and died. He wrinkled his nose, getting old wasn't something he particularly wanted to do. He wanted to go out with a bang, not literally of course. Just become one with his art or something. He sighed, he was never going to think of the perfect death. Well, not while he was enjoying life so much anyway.
(A/N) Ah, wouldn't we all love to watch Deidara masturbate in the shower? Hehehe...Part 2 coming soon!
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