"Loser!"

"Freak!"

"What kind of BOY makes DOLLS?! That's just weird!"

Sasori bent over, clutching at his stomach. Someone had kneed him, hard, and he couldn't breathe. His lungs were burning...The pieces of a puppet he had been making were scattered all around him, and as Sasori sat there, gasping for air, he saw another person step on a piece of his puppet, smashing it into dozens of pieces.

"Come on. Let's just leave him here; it's not like anyone's gonna notice if he's gone or not." Cruel laughter erupted from the group as they walked away, slapping each other on the back. They had cornered Sasori at lunch, and dragged him outside to a alleyway. Once they were hidden in the dark, they had proceeded to beat the shit out of the red head.

Sasori fell to his side, listening to the sound of footsteps as they faded away. They were gone. Sasori sat up slowly; he was bruised pretty badly. His ribcage hurt; someone had kicked him there. It was probably bruised.

He smiled bitterly as he pulled to a standing position. This was how it always was. He was a freak because he carved puppets, he was weird because he was anti-social, and he was a loser because that was the role he had been forced into by his peers. It never changed, and never would.

Sasori limped slowly back to the high school doors, using the railing to pull himself up the steps. His left leg was sore, and it hurt to put any weight on it at all. Stupid punks...beating him up like that...

Sasori leaned heavily against the school door, using his weight to open it. He slowly stumbled down the hallway. Everyone was still at lunch, the halls quiet and deserted. The red head stopped and leaned against a wall, sliding his back down until he was sitting on the floor, legs drawn up to his chest, closing his eyes to enjoy the silence.

"DEI-CHAN!" Sasori's eye flew open again, frowning at the noise. There was a boy, standing not five feet away from, looking down the hallway, vivid blue eyes narrowed. His hair was long, and partly tied back into a ponytail. He wore loose clothing, and his jeans had many pockets on the legs. He was beautiful. As Sasori watched, a girl came flying at the boy, hugging him. The boy a step back, trying to keep his balance.

"Dei-chan, can you make me a bomb, please?" the girl begged, looking up at the boy's face, arms still wrapped around his neck.

"What do you need it for, un?" the blonde asked, trying to free himself for the girl's grip.

"I want to blow up somebody's locker." the girl explain, withdrawing her arms and smiling flirtatiously.

"Alright. Here you go, un." The blonde reached into one of his many pockets and drew out a small figure, which he handed to the girl, who took it, grinning.

"Thanks, Dei-chan!" the girl glomped him one last time, before dashing away down the hall, clutching the bomb close to her heart. The blonde stretched, yawning. Sasori watched him quietly; he hadn't been noticed yet.

"Deidara!" The blonde glanced up again at the name. Sasori made a mental note of it. Deidara...kinda weird name, but pretty...

"Itachi, un!" Deidara waved his hand at someone, who came into Sasori's vision a second later. A small kid, with long black hair and strange marks underneath his eyes. The boy; Itachi, he seemed to be called, ran up to the blonde and hit him gently on the shoulder.

"You gave another bomb away? What's it for?"

"Yeah, I gave one to Hoshi. She wanted to blow up someone's locker, un."

"You have a ton of fangirls. Isn't Hoshi the leader of the "I-Love-Dei-Chan" club?"

"Shut up, un."

"Just stating the obvious," replied Itachi, grinning wickedly at his friend.

"Hmm?"

"What is it, Dei?"

"Who is that kid, un?" The blonde asked, pointing at Sasori.

Sasori's eyes widened as both boys looked at him.

"That's just that loser Sasori Akasuna," Itachi said bluntly, pulling on Deidara's sleeve. "Come on, let's go. Kisame needs our help with something. And Hidan wants another bomb. Something to please Jashin with, he said. I'm not gonna ask what he wants to do with it."

"Alright...I'm coming, un...." Deidara allowed himself to pulled away, but he still looked over his shoulder, back at Sasori.

Sasori watched them go, his heart heavy. A loser...just because of his puppets? It wasn't fair....

Sasori shut his eyes again, and leaned his head back against the wall again. Feeling sorry for himself wouldn't get him anywhere...he knew that much.

Sasori sat in the hallway until he heard the bell ring, and slowly stood up again. Time for class, more insults whispered by people thinking he wasn't listening....it never ended.

He stopped outside of his locker, and pulled out his key, sticking it into his lock, and pulled open the locker, grabbing his books for his next class and slammed the door shut again. He headed to his classroom, favoring his injured leg.

That blonde boy in the hallway...Deidara... he didn't even know Sasori, but that Itachi kid would make him hate the red head.

That was what always happened, and Sasori didn't even bother getting upset most of the time. But in this case, he felt sad....sad that he didn't even know the kid and yet, he would hate him.

It was just the way things were, with everyone hating him and his puppets. Sasori knew that, but it hurt him no end.

Author's Comments: My sister wanted this. She wanted Sasori to be the one picked on in this, because she was upset everyone targets Dei for that.

This was gonna be a one shot, but I think if I make it longer it'll be better.

Please tell me what you think of this. I need some feedback on my writing.