SOME THINGS BEFORE READING

This is not truly high school based. If you were looking to find that I deeply apologize.

This is also not a happy/fluffy story with an ending where everyone ends off happy.

Also, as pretty implied through the filter search, this is a mature slashfic where there is a bit of an age difference between the two main characters.

There will be sex eventually. Who's on top will vary they both have penises.

Sorry this is so rough!

A young boy entered the bustling cafeteria in as irritable as a mood as ever, if not worse. His lengthy blonde hair fell sloppily in tangles from napping in his last class, obscuring one of his large blue eyes which were narrowed from a furrowed brow accompanied by a tight frown. He was standing at the edge of the room, scanning for familiar faces while his stomach gave audible protests. Quickly tiring of ignoring his appetite, he decided to get in the exponentially growing lunch line. He stood at the back of the line halfheartedly trying to peak over the mass of people and figure out what was being served, though hindered by the sloped ramp, further developed boys, and his own short stature. Retiring with a grunt, he leaned against the paint-chipped railing. Running his hands across the rough surface he closed his eyes for a moment, anticipating the next class where his hunger would be somewhat nonexistent and he could sleep.

However the young boy's rest didn't last very long when he jolted up at the feeling of something cold running down his chest and soaking through his shirt. Just catching one of the older, taller boys he had spotted earlier with his food tray in a mess. Obviously not viewing this short freshman boy as threat, the older male growled, "Watch where you're going there kiddo or next time I'm going to have to kick your ass." Also assuming he was then done with the situation, the boy went to walk away from the situation and join his table who he would have an interesting story for. Perhaps with the intention on spicing it up and making this blonde kid more of an opponent.

"Excuse me? I'm pretty fucking sure your dumb ass ran into me!" Came a reply as the freshman shook his hands, sprinkling the milk behind him as he approached the older boy who had a mild look of surprise on his face. Throwing down his books and bag, Deidara grinned, adrenaline coursing through his body. The other male opened his mouth as if he were expecting this kid to be all talk only to be quickly greeted by a fist.

Deidara sat on his couch, frozen bag of carrots covering his face, vaguely listening to the movie that was playing on the television. The fight had gone on for only a few moments, Deidara getting in quick, fast punches and doing most of the damage, but didn't end up emerging from the fight unscathed. Before a swarm of faculty had broken them up he had received a split, swollen, lip that's blood had stained the front of his shirt and a sizable black eye. Conversely, he had heard the junior boy was having some jaw issues along with a sprained wrist from the initial punch. Getting in fights along with various other trouble wasn't out of the norm for the hot tempered boy. Ever since he started school he had been a terror, getting in enough trouble to be flirting with expulsion, however taking on someone within the first week of school was something new from him.

Then, as expected, he heard his front door being pounded on. Standing up, the plastic bag of vegetables fell off of his face and on to the floor, his pale skin now tinged pink where it wasn't already discolored. Walking over to the door he opened it to find the face of the boy he had been searching for in the cafeteria. The boy had very light, nearly white slicked back hair and strikingly bright violet eyes that always had made Deidara wonder if he had some traces of albinism in his family. He was of fairly tall height and a rather muscular build. Deidara always thought if he had just learned to keep his mouth shut it wouldn't be hard at all for him to find that someone to take to bed that he always complained about not having. "About time fucking blondie. I mean, what the fuck? You go apeshit the third day of school? I'm not saying it isn't badass and you might now have a reputation, but maybe you should have waited. I've been itching for a good fight!" Hidan nearly tore off his leather coat, throwing it over his shoulder and paraded into Deidara's house. Looking down at the other's neck, he spotted dried blood that had been missed during him cleaning up. "But damn, you look fucked up."

"This isn't the point. You grabbed my things, yeah?" The blonde asked, disappointingly looking at the empty handed Hidan. "According to administration they found nothing. I doubt they are being assholes and denying me it. I got off on only a three day suspension."

Hidan shrugged, grabbing a flask out of his pocket and taking a swing. "HellufIknow. I didn't see shit, and I'm not talking about just your things. I got in the fucking place late and just saw you covered in fucking BLOOD and that other fucker looking really fucked up, also pretty bloody." He handed Deidara the flask.

Taking a sip, he allowed the liquid to burn his mouth and throat then slowly creep to his ears where they rested as a subtle warmness. He and Hidan had been close partners in crime in middle school, though with Hidan being a year ahead of him their joint reign in terror was fairly short-lived. Taking more sips as he walked back to his couch, "I don't see why anyone would steal my shit, there isn't anything valuable there. Maybe someone took it and saw that there wasn't shit in it and put it back in the lost and found."

Hidan plopped down next to Deidara, picking up the bag of frozen carrots. "Carrots? Ew, sick. Isn't it supposed to be a steak for when you fuck up your eye?" He tossed the bag in the younger male's general direction.

Accustomed enough to Hidan's comments to ignore them, Deidara asked, "Can you go and check tomorrow?"

"Fuck blondie, do I look like your damn mother?" Hidan grabbed the flask, taking larger and larger drinks. He sighed, the scent of alcohol radiating off of him, "Why the hell do ya need it? Are you enthused about your homework?"

"No. I just want my sketchbook. It was in there and my mother bitches enough about me asking for shit, I don't want to try to get another one out of her." Anticipating the direction of the conversation, Deidara went into the kitchen, and grabbed a few menus off of the refrigerator.

"Er. . .use fucking lined paper?" Hidan asked, passing the flask again. Deidara rolled his eyes tossing the other male the menus. Knowing that there were some expensive options on that menu, the younger boy added, "Tell me what you want. I have only have ten dollars so throw in some, I'm not paying for us both."

Hidan looked over the things, buying a few minutes of comfortable silence where Deidara held the carrots against his eye. "Eh, fucking salad place? What the hell is that?" Hidan muttered to himself gruffly as he tossed the rejected places on the coffee table. "Wait! Lets get shit from this rib place!"

"It doesn't deliver." Deidara informed the other.

"It doesn't matter!" Hidan exclaimed, throwing on his coat, placing his precious flask in the breast pocket. Within moments he had went to the couch where he grabbed the boy unexpectedly and carried him out the door. "Let's fucking go!"