Hey guys, I've been kind of obsessed with this pairing as of late, so here another fic that will be an undetermined amount of chapter, nya! So with out further ago I give you the first chapter of 'Your Guardian Angel' please enjoy!

Warning: This is sad and, well it has self harm and bullying in it so yeah...

Chapter One The Blond

A blond sat in his biology class, wishing his school day would end, only a few more minutes and the bell would ring, signalling that he could escape... But home wasn't much better.

The bell rang and he stood up... Only to be pushed down, quite hard, by one of the buffed up jocks.

"That's where you belong little faggot! You should just kill yourself, the world would be a better place with out a freak like you." He said, as he put his foot on Deidara's back, making the blond stay on the ground, giving him a rather hard kick to the stomach, and then walking away as if nothing happened. Deidara lie there on the ground for a moment before gathering his things and walking home.

He opened the front door and was greeted by his current guardian slapping him across the face, before dragging him by his hair to the kitchen.

"You're late! Now make dinner little bitch and get a hair cut! You look like a girl!" She screamed at him, in her annoying high-pitched, glass breaking voice, "And I'm bringing a boyfriend over, so don't bother me." Deidara nodded.

"What was that, you disrespectful whore?" She asked, pulling a chunk of Deidara's hair out.

"Y-yes ma'am, hmmm." He yelped, as she threw him forcefully against the counter.

"Kamisama I hate your little speak impediment." She slapped him hard across the face.

"I-I'm sorry, yeah." He stuttered, cowering away from her.

"That's better." And with that she exited the room, most likely going to go put on whatever slutty outfit she had in her closet. Leaving Dei to wonder if, like the jock had said, it would be better if he killed himself. A tear rolled down his cheek, maybe because of the onion he was chopping... Or maybe it was because no matter what he did... No one would ever love him and tell him he wasn't worthless.

Later that night as he sat in his 'room', listening to his music, he picked up one of the pieces of glass he had, this one a particularly sharp one, pulled up his sleeve, put the glass to his skin, and applied a great deal of pressure to it, as he ran it slowly over his upper arm. As would be expected, it bled a lot and the blond lay back on his 'bed', silent tears escaping his eyes. Tomorrow he would do it. Tomorrow he would do what everyone wanted him to.

He quickly wrote a note. I say quickly because it wasn't much of a note,

Whoever cared enough to read

This... Goodbye -

Deidara Iwa

He put this note on his 'desk'. Tomorrow everyone would be happy, and the world would be balanced... At least the bastard that betrayed him would be happy.

Chapter One End

So that was the end of chapter one... You guys are lucky I am going to write the second chapter soon, nya.