Hello everyone :D Okay so it's been awhile since I wrote a fanfic much less one for Naruto, I tuned out in 2010, so please bare with me on this. Just so you know this is gonna be an AU and some ages will be changed to suit the story better. Okay, so if you have questions feel free to ask :D

Title: Baiting a Shut-in

Rating: M for swearing, situations, and Hidan in later chapters

Pairing: DeiSaso/SasoDei, possibly KakuHida if you squint

Summary: After being lied to his whole life, Sasori Akasuna, has a hard time trusting others add that to crushing anxiety, you have a perfect shut-in. However after his freak out during the Final exams of his first year of College, Sasori is forced to see a student counselor for his problems.

Truthfully I would have been happy locking myself in my crappy apartment and venturing out rarely to stock up on instant ramen but I didn't have the kind of money for the lifestyle of a shut-in. I wasn't looking forward to this school year, it's my second year of college and I'll surprised they allowed me to come back after last year. Let me just say this, no it was not my fault it was the teachers. That damn bitch hated me and made sure to stress me out more with her stupid instrumental music. Like I said not my fault. This year after the, uh incident, they set me up with a student counselor. It's not like they hadn't tried this when I was in highschool, sure they weren't a student, but still if anything it made me worse. After all he did try to molest me that creepy bastard. So yes my hatred of others kinda escalated after that, but again not my fault.

The school looked the same, maybe a little more dingy than last year. Just being this close to it I felt panicked but it's something I have to do if I want to get a nice job so I can earn enough to be a real shut-in by the age of 30, okay so maybe that's a little unrealistic but that doesn't matter. I wandered down the hallway hoping that maybe I could magically turn invisible. No that stupid Sasori, your hair is enough for someone to see you a mile away. It was true, despite my small stature I was quite recognizable by my hair alone. Really I wish I could dye it but then my grandmother would have a heart attack. Well then again maybe I should. I smirked at my rather evil thought. I was a fun idea to play with I had to admit.

No I don't hate my grandmother, but I don't like her either. After all she kept my parents death from me for two years, yes two years. She lied quite a bit to me after that as well. She had high hopes for me though, to go to a fancy college, meet a nice girl, and be social butterfly. I'm none of those; I'm going to the community college the next town over, I'm gay so girls are out of the question, and I absolutely dread being it large groups. Everything she didn't want I was. Well she doesn't know I'm gay yet, waiting for christmas to announce that one.

I found myself at the office door sooner than I hoped. They wanted me to speak with my counselor before classes begun, which I hoped I'd miss the morning mathematics lecture with Mr. Nara. I sighed and opened the door and seeing the secretary, Shizune, sitting there going through her papers. I hoped she wouldn't notice me but she had, sadly. "Ah, Mister Akasuna! So good see you back, I hope you're feeling better since last year?" She half questioned me. No I didn't feel any better, if anything I felt worse.

"I-I am, that you for asking," I cursed myself for stuttering.

"That's good to hear, Your counselor should be arriving soon, you may take a seat over the while your waiting," Shizune pointed to the three small rows of chairs to her left. I nodded and quickly sat down in one of them. Waiting was something I did not like to do but it's not like I wasn't thankful for not having to see the counselor just yet.

"Sorry I'm late Shizune un," said a voice I was unfamiliar with. "Is my 'patient' here yet un?" He, judging by the voice, giggled at the word patient. I however sneered at the word. I hated that word since they tried to toss me in the looney bin after the incident but I was deemed sane so it was let go, but not forgotten.

"Yes he's over there," I heard Shizune answer. I expected a rather large man who would snap me like a toothpick and that someone who would laugh at my insecurities like they were silly nothings. However when I looked up I was met with a boy who seemed slightly taller than I with wild blonde hair. The good thing was that he didn't look like he would snap me like a toothpick, well not yet anyways.

"Hello," he greeted and I couldn't help but stare. "I'm Deidara, you're counselor un," He certainly was strange, I didn't see anyone who looked like this, then again this might be the new 'style' seeing as I didn't pay attention to those things. "So lets go to my office un," he beckoned me to follow him to the broom closet he called his 'office'. "What do you think you have wrong?" he asked taking a seat. I sat down as well and contemplated whether or not I should even speak to him, after all it was our first meeting and I was nervous.

"Anxiety and trust issues" I whispered to where it was barely audible. I didn't bother looking at him, the table seemed more interesting. I could tell he was frowning however. The rustle of papers didn't draw my attention from the table as I had begun to draw invisible figures on it.

"Why do you think that un?" Deidara asked still going through the papers.

"That's what they tell me, that and you should know of my freak out last year," I mumbled, hopefully showing him that I was thrilled to be here.

"Are you uncomfortable around me?"

"Yes,"

It was pure silence for a few seconds before the papers began to move once more. I was starting to get twitchy; the papers weren't helping one bit. The shuffling stopped and I heard the blonde let out cry of joy as he, most likely, found my file. "would you be more comfortable I told you more about me un?" He questioned. I just nodded, feeling like I said enough already. I looked up at the rather distracting boy and waited for him to start. The blonde straightened up a bit before speaking.

"Well my names Deidara Iwa, I'm 19 and a college freshman, I enjoy making clay sculptures un," Deidara said and smiled at me. This guys younger than me. I frowned at that, what was these psychos thinking? "What about you hm?" He asked. I was surprised he asked, after all he did have my file right there in his hand. Probably out of decency.

"My name is Sasori Akasuna, I'm 22, I enjoy carving and puppet making," I again mumbled out quickly. It's best I don't tell him about my plan to be a shut-in. Deidara looked at me kinda surprised, probably because thats the most I've spoken today. He glanced up at the clock and gasped.

"I should let you go now un, the bell for class is gonna ring soon." He stood up and grabbed his own things as did I. Rushing out of there I made my way to my first class dreading the stares I would get from the new freshmen. It couldn't be helped though; Maybe I should seriously consider getting that hair dye.

Okay, so I thought should also warn you guys that I'm going to be starting school on the 18th of this month so thats gonna be my main priority but I will try to write some during study hall and lunch (lets hope I won't be sitting by myself this year) I'll try not to let this story die here :'D If its been a while feel free to poke me on my deviantart and I'll try to update it quickly :^)

-Yui