Disclaimer: WE DO NOT OWN FLIPPING NARUTO! our DeiDei-chan (Ireland) nor any of us do. Sadly. Though DeiDei-chan does own the idea for which this story was produced.

This story is from Ireland with the help of Konan because Ireland's computer is a douche.

Dreaming is in italics!

Thinking is underlined

Deidara: YES! A fanfic with me in it!
Sasori: Shut-up Dei.
Deidara: But Sasori no Danna!
Sasori: *death stare*
Deidara: *eep* fine, but we're telling this in my point of view, un.

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Deidara Pov.

Here I am, pushed up against my locker. People are staring, but who cares? No one, that's who. All of this, it was just so unexpected... I've been hiding this as long as I've known him, my crush. Often I'd had fantasies about this, this very moment, the moment that he finally acknowledged me as an equal and not some brat. I don't think he finds me equal, but it doesn't matter. He's mine, finally. No one can take him away from me; if anyone even tried to... they'd be hurt, severely. Maybe even burnt...

I got up out of bed and sighed. This was the fourth time I'd had to leave my village. People were calling me a freak, it got so much that I started to doing things, for attention. I'd find C4 and explode entire villages. Being that I was underage, they couldn't put me in jail, so they did the second best thing, the villagers sent me to one of those juvenile detention centers for screwed up teens. Basically, it's a school, but for people like me, the "bad" ones.

Sifting through my very few clothes, I pulled out the necessities. Shirts... pants... things like that. All of my clothes were the same, so I really didn't have a hard time picking what to bring with me to that hell-hole. 'The people there are probably crazy... crazier than me. Oh well, I guess I'm going to have to deal with it.' Pulling an old book bag out from under my bed, i stuffed the random articles of clothing into it. Getting up off the floor, I looked out the window to see that the police car had arrived.

Just for "precautionary measures" they handcuffed me, careful not to touch my palm mouths, for fear of being bitten or licked. Such babies, people act as if they've never seen a deformity before. You know how you see those children on television with the diseases and stuff? Well basically, it was the same way with me, except this was my way of surviving, these hands. I'm one of the few people left with chakra, and people are scared. I have no idea why though, I haven't even learned to use it very well, the only thing I can do is mix C4 with chakra, nothing else. There are hand signs to perform these things called "jutsus" but I've never met anyone who could teach me so I just stuck with my palm mouths.

The police had to push me into the car, because I couldn't fit. I may not be the tallest, but those police cars are pretty small. Ducking my head, I fell across the leather seat, not even bothering to sit up, just scrunching myself into a small ball so the policemen could close the door. As soon as i heard the slam of the door, I knew there was no turning back, no running away, this was final.

Picking my head up slightly, I looked out the window, seeing only trees and boulders, and solid earth. I sighed; this was my last look at my village. Thinking of the past, I put my head back down and slept. Slowly, an image came into my head. Its dark... heat dances all around my face and my eyes widen in surprise. 'No, no... I couldn't have done this...' I look down at my hands, they're covered in ash. Flames licked at my clothes, like my hands on clay. I screamed out, I was a monster...

I was startled when I was awoken by two masculine hands shaking me, jolting me awake. I didn't want to be touched, these people were weird and I didn't trust the cops. Come to find out, we were there. I had slept the whole ride. I had guessed I would because I was up all night, but that didn't matter. The big building was grey, dull, boring. 'One day, I'm going to paint ball this place, make it a little more interesting.' there were windows and everything but they were barred off. I was marched up the front steps and pushed through the front door, the handcuffs being released. I sighed; I guess this was all the welcoming I was going to get from Konoha juvenile detention center...