I do not own the characters mentioned in the story. Story is mine, but all characters (including the Akat Suki) are of Masashi Kishimoto's creation. Please do not flag or report if any of the content offends you. Contains smut in later chapters! But ENJOY! :)

Chapter 1:

Starting college early had not been the first thing on Deidara's list of 'Things he wanted to do with his life'. He had actually wanted a Senior year at Konoha High, getting to participate in all the senior activities, like Senior Skip Day, Senior Lock-In, the epic prank at the end of the year, Senior Prom, and even actually graduating with his class.

No, instead, he just had to be a super smartass and graduate early with people he had barely even known.

Now, he was staring at the three-story tall bricked building in front of him, clutching the handle of a rolling suitcase in one hand and his bag of freshly made clay in the other.

It was Freshman Move-In Day at the massive university, and new students were moving left and right all around him, some with minimal luggage, and others having their family members help them bring things in.

Deidara sighed heavily. His own parents hadn't even found the time to wish him luck on starting the next chapter in his life. They hadn't even shown up to his Graduation until after his name had already been called. In order to even be in college, he had to apply to numerous scholarships, getting over $100,000 in them, but even with that, he had to maintain high grades to keep at least half of them.

It was his first day at school and the thought of the next four years were already starting to stress him out.

Gripping the handle of the suitcase tighter in his hand, he strolled on into the building, heading over to the dark cherry wood Registration desk, the girl behind it clicking away frantically on the keyboard. He stood there for a few seconds, obviously waiting for her to notice him. When it seemed like that wasn't going to work, he coughed slightly and she suddenly turned to him, blue eyes wide but a huge, probably fake, smile plastered on her porcelain face. "May I help you?"

"Um…I'm here to check in?" he didn't really know how the whole registration thing worked. He had only seen it being done in movies.

"Oh, of course! What's your name?"

"Deidara Shimizu." the girl clicked way on the computer some more, reached in her desk, and pulled out a pair of keys, handing them over to the blonde. "Your room number is 175 and it's in the Kuro Hall Dormitory on the second floor. Your roommate should be here soon, but you can go now and call first dibs on the bed."

"Uh…thanks," Deidara eyed the two pairs of brass keys laying in his, his palm mouth closed tightly so as not to taste the metal. Turning on his heel, he exited the building and went in search for Kuro Hall.

"Ah, finally!" Deidara sighed, opening the door to his room. It was the typical, freshman-sized college room, equipped with identical twin beds, pushed onto opposite sides of the room, two desks, one pushed up against the wall where the bathroom was, the other pushed up against one of the beds, two identical dressers, and one closet where minimal storage was possible. And all the white, plastered walls were bare.

Home, sweet, home, he thought grumpily, moving all the way into the room, letting the door shut behind him. He scanned the two beds, not necessarily deciding which one was the best, just doing an internal game of 'Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moh'. Eyes landing on the bed to the right, he placed his suitcase next to the dresser, the bag of clay on the desk, and flopped onto the bare-mattress bed, letting his full head of blonde hair sink into the surprisingly comfortable pillow.

He closed his blue eyes, sinking into quietness that slowly started to become sleepiness. The world around him started to disappear, the sounds fading into background noise, his senses losing caution. He felt slumber creep into him from his toes, working up through his legs, into his torso, through his arms, his heart steadying to a lethargic rhythm. The slumber crept into his head, his breathing slowing. His head felt heavy and snores began to succumb him, finally-

Three loud knocks on the door shocked him awake and Deidara's eyes flew open, gaze traveling over to the source of the sound. He groggily got up, walking quickly over to the door and throwing it open wide, nearly getting knocked over by the redhead who pushed past him.

He watched the redhead throw his stuff onto his bed and immediately start to unpack, pulling out random limbs that looked like puppet parts. Deidara huffed once, annoyance creeping through his neck. "I'm Deidara, but mind introducing yourself, un?"

"Heh, I thought I requested a dorm without a roommate," came the redhead's response. The blonde squinted his brows together. "It's, um, kind of mandatory for freshmen to have roommates. It says so in the manual."

"See, no one actually reads the manual," the other boy stopped moving to turn an evil smirk to Deidara, "but you being an A-Class smartass, it doesn't surprise me that you read the manual from front to back and in reverse."

"What is that supposed to mean?" irritation grew rapidly through Deidara's veins. He glared at his roommate, his palm mouths suddenly alive and mashing their teeth together violently, craving the explosive clay that was out of reach.

"I'm saying that I know that you graduated early," the redhead suddenly spun to look at him, amber eyes emotionless but mouth curved into a sly grin that was really beginning to piss the blonde off, "and by that, and in other words, I mean that you don't belong here. You're still only 17. You may think it's cool that you're in college, but I can tell just by looking at you that you're not ready to handle the real world, much less college. So I suggest you just keep to your little corner over there and leave me to my business of puppet-making. And you so much as think to touch one of them, you'll be waking up with your hands cut off."

"Verbal threats are nothing to me from a pipsqueak like you," Deidara smiled savagely at the height distance. It wasn't much – he was only about three to four centimeters taller than the other boy – but it would do in the circumstance that he was in.

The redhead continued to stare at him, not saying anything. Then he chuckled lowly, shoulders shaking from the laughter. "We'll see how long you last, brat. Until then, stay away from my side of the room."

He then proceeded to move around the blonde, going over to the door that was still wide open, a raven-haired boy moving past in the hallway, followed by a spiky blonde-haired kid who was shouting after him. Before leaving, the redhead looked over his shoulder and smiled smugly. "My name's Sasori, by the way. Puppetry is my art, and such, I believe art is eternal. Don't agree with that, I don't care; just stay out of my way and you just might make it through this semester alive."

Then he was gone, leaving Deidara alone. Anger enveloped him in a massive wave and he shouted, "ART IS FLEETING, YOU DAMN BASTARD!" before chucking his pillow at the door, the headrest slumping onto the threshold

Yep, definitely going to be a rough four years.