Hello and welcome to a little story I like to call So Overrated. It' Sasodei obviously.

Summary: Each day, enduring hours of sleepless night and torture, how far would you go to protect someone you love? Deidara is just a freak in school with not one friend. Sasori is one of the popular guys that's loved by everybody. Will Sasori find out his dangerous secret before it's too late?

Warning; Yoai, meaning boyXboy, cussing, abuse, rape

Chapter One: Hello Stranger


Deidara woke up to the faint beeping of his wristwatch. He turned his head, lifted his arm to see what time it was; seven o'clock, exact. School started in at eight. It took him forty minutes to walk to school, thirty if he wasn't limping, although that was on special occasions.

He forced himself off the floor, his paper thin blanket falling off his petite figure. The twenty degrees air tackled him, his bare skin barely reacting, already used to the treatment. He shuddered slightly, his body wishing he had more coverage than the beaten up, dull red boxers he wore. He opened the small closet pulling out the only garments within; a black long sleeve shirt, a fading black jean, a pair of socks brittle with holes, an old pair of nameless white shoes which were covered with dirt and such and another pair of old dull red boxers. By his foot was an over stretched gray jacket with a pocket near the belly area and no hoodie.

He dropped his boxers, revealing his whole body. He took a peek at the mirror in his room. He had burns, scars, bruises and whip lashes all over his body. He grimaced as he noticed newly forming bruises and flinched as he saw a deep cut along his right forearm, although his body was already trying to heal it. He made a note to be careful; he ran out of bandages from last year and the cut was sure to open again if he put too much stress to it.

He glared as he saw at the area around his genitals and hip. It was black and blue with tiny cuts over his delicate skin.

"Onii-chan!" He heard a girl's voice behind his door, banging came after. "Are you ready yet?"

He gasps, reaching for his blanket to cover his body.

"Wh-what do you want Itsuko?" He half whispered.

"Come on! I need my book back! I'm coming in!" She tried to turn the door knob, but was stopped by her brother.

"Hey! Don't come in stupid, I'm masturbating un!" He hoped the lie would get her to leave. It did.

"Oh gross! Onii-chan! Fine, I'll let you borrow it for today only, but I'll need it back later!" She left.

Deidara sighed in relief. He hastily dressed, jumping in his boxers and pants, throwing on his long sleeve shirt and putting on his socks and shoes. He tied his hair in a quick braid, his long blond hair running down his back and swiped his glasses and bag off the floor. He grabbed his grey jacket, throwing it on.

He took a peek at his wristwatch. It was seven fifteen. Crap, he was going to be in pain today. Aw crap, he had PE today too. Stupid Mondays. He tiptoed out of his room, hoping he wasn't up yet.

"Onii-chan!" He was almost out the door when the girl called out to him. He turned around, faking a smile.

The girl was short, being only five feet. She had shining brown hair was in much contrast with his; dull, frizzy, weird. The two barely looked alike except for their exotic eyes which were silver blue. Even with that, you could see the difference; hers were shining and glimmering while his were dull. If were had to compare, she was a princess of some faraway kingdom and he would be a slave. Even her clothes differ much from his. Her clothes were new and bright, while his were old and dull.

"I-itsuko." He muttered. The younger girl wrapped his arms around him.

"Onii-chan! Hajime-nii-san is just called me and told me he won't be home till tomorrow!"

He could have cried tears of joy at the moment. So he wasn't here and won't be until tomorrow. Maybe, maybe he could grab something to eat today. He looked at his watch. Or not.

"What should I do?" She looked up. Her eyes were teary. "I have my recital today! And I have to go to Tsumugi-chan's sleep over today." Deidara would have 'aw'd' at the sight if he wasn't in as much pain as he was in. His little sister was too cute; she thinks that he's scared of being by himself.

He shushed her and patted her head. "I'll be fine, besides, I have to study. It's easier to study without your loudmouth."

She pouted. "Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I'll be fine." There was a loud honk from a car.

"Ah! Suni-chan and her mom are here! Bye Onii-chan!" She grabbed her bag and ran out.

Deidara waved back as his little sister waved bye to him. He hissed in pain as he saw her go, the pain crawling around his body. He locked the door and left for school. For some reason, he had a feeling today was going to be a bad day.


If being attacked by a dog wasn't bad enough, imagine the dog's owner to be one of the most popular kids at the school who happened to be in the same group as your tormentors.

Deidara was late, or going to be anyway. He only had twenty minutes left and he barely had any strength in his legs. So that's why he decided to take a shortcut today. Walking down the unfamiliar rood, he felt something following him. Three minutes of that, he decided to book it, although he knew he probably feel like shit for the next few days; oh wait, he already was.

That's when he felt something tackle him. He fell down, his right arm being one of the first to hit the ground. Good think his shirt was black otherwise you could immediately see the blood seeping from his arm. Something was on top of him, licking his face.

It snuggled against him. He gasped in pain. The attacker was pushing against his fresh cuts and bruises. "He-hey!" He managed to get out. "Ge-get off!"

His glasses fell off his face from the fall and landed a few feet away from him. Either way, he could tell what it was; a St. Bernard. Full grown if he had to guess, or just really heavy.

He tried to push the dog off, but he couldn't; he had no strength left. But the pain, the pain was almost excruciating. He tried to get the dog off.

"Hiroko! Get off that person!" He heard an angel say. His vision without his glasses was bad. He felt the pressure against his beaten body jump off. He looked up and saw a red headed angel. If this was heaven, he didn't mind dying.

'Am I in Heaven?' He tried to ask but found himself sputtering nonsense. "Um, ah." He couldn't talk at the moment.

He felt the angel help him up. His hair fell in front of majority of his face. "My-my glasses un…" He tried to fell around his side for it. Nope wasn't beside him. Aw crap.

The angel must have heard him because Deidara felt them gently place the glasses on his face. "Are you okay?" Angel-san asked him.

He tried to say yes, but during the fall, blood must have rushed to his head making his head throb. He just nodded his head. After a second, his head started to feel better. "I-I'm fine un, th-thank you." He blushed. He must have looked like a fool.

He head was a little swirly, so when the angel asked him where he went to school and he answered, the angel offered him a ride and he actually said yes; apparently they went to the same school. It wasn't until he was in the angel's car (Holy shit, I didn't know angels drove around in Porsche Carrera GT.)that he realize what was happening and who was it happening with.

He turned to look at the angel/driver. Akasuna, it was fucking Sasori Akasuna! Oh shit, oh shit! Deidara was in trouble. He just went to angel to the devil.

You seem a little lost; let me explain. In this school, the students are like wolves. No they don't hunt for food or sleep in the wild, but they were similar. Or more like the statues bar. Popular kids equal to Alphas. Normal kids, either followers, or pup. Or whatever is in between. Then there's Deidara, the Omega.

He was the poor wolf who was picked on as a stress reliever in the pack, and trusts me; high school is a place filled with stressed people.

Deidara looked out the window. He heard a bark behind him. He looked back. It was that the dog. How did a full grown St. Bernard fit in the seats of a small car like this? Hey, it was a convertible. He looked out the window again. He didn't recognize the place, not one bit. It looked like a decent neighborhood though.

His watch read seven fifty. Shit. He was going be late. But he couldn't stand being in the same car with one of them any longer. He would suffocate. "Pl-please let me off here un." He tried to say confidentially, although it came out as a shy whisper.

"Hmm? What'd you say? Sorry, I didn't catch that." Ah, that voice of an angel again. But, but he couldn't stay in the car any longer.

Deidara blushed, although he was thankful that his hair covered half of his face. "Ca-can you drop me off here un?" His voice was a little bit louder now. "Please?" He added.

The red headed hottie pulled the car over. He shot him a look of confusion. "Here?"

Deidara nodded.

"Are you sure? I mean school starts in about ten minutes and we're almost there." He changed the gear to drive. "No, come on, school is jus-"

He didn't even have enough time to finish his sentence when the blond jumped out.

Deidara felt like hell, he shouldn't have jumped out of the car. But still…. He gave a look of horror as he noticed the tiny pool of blood on the black leather seat, mostly on the arm rest. "I-I'm sorry!" Then he booked it. He didn't care where, as long as it wasn't around Akasuna.


Sasori couldn't help but wonder who the stranger riding beside him was. He's been here since his second year, he was now a fourth year. If the person was a freshmen (which they might have been) he should have at least recognized him, or her. He wasn't so sure; the person has long hair and he couldn't see their face. And the fact that Hiroko, his dog, doesn't just jump out of the car and tackle just anybody, only with girls that he liked. Maybe it was a girl, he wasn't sure.

Maybe he should take the person to the hospital? Hiroko did tackle him, or, her? Maybe they had a concussion; he/she was a little fuzzy when they got up. He was in the middle of deciding when he heard the person mumble something.

"Pl-please let me off here un."

He looked over the petite boy/girl. "Hmm? What'd you say? Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"Ca-can you drop me off here un?" He decided it was a boy. He's voice was either pretty high for a boy or pretty low for a girl. Either way, he would be rendered confuse. So that's why Sasori decided to just call the androgynous person a boy. "Please?" The boy added.

He pulled over the car to a random sidewalk. He gave the boy a confused look. "Here?"

He nodded, the loose strands of his long hair bouncing all over the place. Sasori could have laughed, but he didn't. That was kind of cute. "Are you sure? I mean school starts in about ten minutes and we're almost there." He changed the gear to drive. "No, come on, school is jus-"

He didn't even have time to finish when the younger boy jumped out of his car. The boy looked back at him. The soft wind blew the hair off his face if only for a second. He only had a second to see the look of horror at the boy's face. That was all he could have seen.

"I-I'm sorry!" He sounded so scared. Then he booked it. He ran like the Devil himself was after him.

He turned around, hearing Hiroko whined behind him. Weird. Then he noticed what Hiroko was staring at. In the front seat was a tiny puddle of blood. What the- Oh shit!

He jumped out of the car to run after the person. But he was gone. He was gone like the wind. "Shit!" He muttered under his breath. "Ah shit!"

That kid was fast, he had to admit it. 'Shit.'

He felt Hiroko muzzled his left hand. "Hmm?" He noticed the dog had something. "What's that Hiro?" The dog dropped the item to his owners awaiting hands.

It was a simple ring, a silver band. There was nothing on the outside, but an engraving on the inside. "Because you're mine?" Sasori wasn't too sure; his English needed some brushing up.

He looked at the direction the boy ran too and bit his bottom lip. Well, he did say he went to the same school as him. He attempted to shove the ring in his pocket but stopped. He thought, he often lost stuff in his pockets. He tried to shove the ring in his pocket, but a tiny whimpering stopped him.

"What, you think I should wear it then?" Sasori sarcastically questioned his dog. To his surprise, Hiroko barked happily, as if he was saying 'correct.' Sasori frowned and attempted to shove the ring in his pocket, for the third time I might add, although he was interrupted by Hiroko's loud barking.

He pouted. "Fine." He carefully placed the ring on his finger. He 'tch'd, the ring didn't fit oh his index finger. The same resulted with his middle and 'ring' finger. Obviously, his thumb was out of the question. For the fourth time, he attempted to stash the ring away in his pocket, yet again to stopped by the over grown mutt. "What?" He looked at the dog.

Hiroko growled this time.

Sasori frowned yet again as he tried for the final time to slip the ring on. "It's not like it's gonna fit... my... pinkie." It fitted perfectly.

If he could have, Hiroko would have smirked in victory.


Deidara was almost late; keyword almost. How he managed to get to school in the last five minutes, one would never know. First, he was half limping and two, he had no sense of direction. It wasn't until he got to school that he felt the after effect. You could compare it to a hangover, although it wasn't just a headache, more on the field of pain and misery. Oh, his arm. The blood dried up and his body was starting to heal himself again.

He braced himself as he entered the main halls of Shinobu-Leaf Academy. Why did god have to make his life harder and place his lockers by the 'IT' crowd? He pushed open the door, hoping not to run into any one of them. It was almost time for class, so the halls were filled with many students. He tried to stay near the walls, away from the majority of the students, although as stated before, being the Omega of the school, you couldn't really have a peaceful day off.

"Watch it freak!" A random student pushed him. With even the lightest pressure, Deidara could feel the hurt in every part of his body; being pushed around like this didn't feel any better.

"Hey loser! Ew, don't touch me!" A pinkette screeched. Were voices like hers, which could shatter glass, be considered as mental or physical torture. Oh duh, Deidara could have slapped himself if he wasn't in so much pain. If her voice could shatter glass, then it must be physical torture.

He knew better than to retaliate. He simple kept his head down and apologized. "Sorry Haruno-san." The he scueried off.

He prayed that they wouldn't be around. 'Please god, just this once!' As he came around to his locker (after colliding with hundreds of students on his way) he smiled inwardly. If he could, he would have jumped in joy. None of the popular people were around, god was real and kind!

He hurried to his locker, unlock the metal door and quickly grabbed his AP Calculus AB book and a blue sketch book. He had math first, then AP World History and Geography. He does pretty good at math and history just bores him so he likes to sketch every now and then. The first bell rang, signaling the students to head to their first period.

Deidara had no problem separating from his peers unlike the others did. Hey, if you haven't noticed, he didn't really have friends. He was on his way to his class when he was stopped by the almighty principal, Tsunade-sama.

"Hey!" The busty woman called out. "Iwa!"

He turned around, reacting to the sound of the principal. He walked over to her. "Yes." He answered. "What do you need Tsunade-sama?"

She looked around, kind of sneaky like as if she had something to hid. They she motioned him in to her office. "Come here, I think we should talk about this in here."


He was a little fidgety. What did she want to talk about, especially something that she thinks should be talked about behind close doors. 'Oh no.' He froze, could she have found about him, would she want him to spill his guts out and tell her everything? Is she planning to take Itsuko away from him? These thoughts clouded his brain, his forehead breaking out in sweat.

He jumped slightly as she closed the door, taking one more look out to make sure nobody was around. Of course, Shizune was their, but she was the assistant.

"Now Iwa." She looked over at him. "I've been hearing things about you." Oh god, she knows, he just knows that she knows it.

"Tsunade-sama, I can explain-" He needed to find an excuse, anything, anything would do as long as his secret would be safe.

She held up a hand. "No need child." She smiled brightly. "You don't have to tell me anything."

Now he was a little confuse.

"I've heard about the kind of grades you've been getting and how well you do." She smirked in triumph. "Hundred percent in everything, including all your AP classes, plus the extra work from the college division that exceeds even the college seniors."

He was now even more confuse. So she didn't find out? She just wanted to talk to him about his grades? "Tsunade-sama, I-"

"I'd be honor to take you in as an intern." She then handed him a small pile of papers. "How about it? You take some class, then teach some?"

He looked at the papers in his hand.

"You'll get a regular salary like every other teacher." She thought for a moment. "Well, maybe just a little less, you are only going to be teaching a couple of classes for half the day. And I mean, you did say you wanted to be a teacher so.." The boy had every credit he needed to teach, well, for her school anyway. He just needed to get his PE credit and last language credit and he was good to go. It's a little complicated to explain, but the school had programs like that, not that many engage in such.

Deidara could have cried, although that was something he haven't done in years. This was perfect! He could earn money while attending school. That dirty bastard wouldn't even have a clue as to what was happening. And when he would turn eighteen, which was in a couple of months, he could rent a house and take Itsuko and himself out of that hell hole.

"Ts-tsunade-sama, I don't mean to be pushy, but can I start today?"

Tsunade smiled. She liked this kid. "Sure, kid, just fill some of this out." She pointed at the paper and practically shoved a pen at his face.


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