As Deidara rode up to his new school in the limosuine he felt nauses.
"What's wrong my little uke????" asked a smooth yet commanding voice.
Deidara turned around to face Itachi (his "master").
"I don't feel very good" said Deidara.
"I can fix that" said Itachi as he scooted closer and backed Deidara up against the car door.
Deidara quickly opened up the car door and jumped out. He quickly ran up the stairs and into the school.
He hated it when Itachi did that. Despite how dominant Itachi seemed Deidara had never really gotten "intimate" so to speak with young man. The most Itachi ever did was leave hickeys which always got wierd looks at school.
Deidara looked down at his schedule. The first class he had was painting. This immediately brought a smile to his face. He loved paintiing. It was his second favorite next to his exploding sculptures.
As he walked into his classroom he immediately felt nervous. everyone turned to look at him, especially the girls.
What caught his attention was a table that didn't seem to notice him at all. He immdeiately walked over.
"Can I sit here????" asked Deidara.
"Absolutely!!!!!" said ablue haired girl.