WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! THIS STORY HAS NOT BEEN SEEN BY A BETA! BE WARNED! POSSIBLE MISTAKES!
Sorry but I didn't feel like having this beta read, so be warned of mistakes. I tried to find as many as possible but I might have missed a few. Still hope you enjoy though!
Deidara ran as fast as he could through the thinning forest, his balance slightly thrown off because both of his arms were missing. He stopped when he came to a gigantic hole in the ground; he drew in a deep breathe before quickly jumping in, landing perfectly on a rock jutting out of the ground. There were bodies everywhere, the ground was unnaturally uneven with rocks jutting out everywhere, there was one body pinned to the far left side by something he couldn't identify. He felt himself scream something but he couldn't hear, or even tell by the way his mouth moved, what it was. He looked around before he jumped to a higher rock. He knew what was coming next yet he could still feel his panic level rise. He looked around again screaming the words he was never allowed to hear. He yelled again finally allowed to hear something other than the noises of the forest, the crunching of rock under his feet, and his harsh breathing.
"DANNA! _NO DANNA, UN! WHERE ARE YOU _ NO DANNA!" His eyes landed on the same spot they always did, a small piece of undisturbed ground where three bodies laid in an ever-lasting hug. He immediately bolted over to where the bodies lied. Two were dressed in rags with their arms wrapped around a young man who was covered in a simple piece of fabric acting as a small cloak. The scene was made worse to Deidara when he saw that the ones dressed in rags held swords that pierced the man in the middle. Deidara let out a scream so full of pain that it was almost tangible. He dropped to his knees and let out another scream; he could feel the tears falling like waterfalls from his eyes. "DANNA! NO THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT, UN! PLEASE KAMI NOOOOO! _ NO DANNA! PLEASE YOU CAN'T BE DEAD, UN! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ETERNAL! PLEASE DANNA! YOU PROMISED THAT YOU'D BE FINE! DANNA! PLEASE NO! YOU CAN'T BE DEAD, UN! YOU JUST CAN'T! REMEMBER? YOU ALWAYS SAID THAT YOU WERE ETERNAL LIKE YOUR ART! AND . . . AND YOUR RIGHT, UN! ART IS ETERNAL AND EVERLASTING! SEE I ADMIT IT! YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG, UN! I'LL SAY IT EVERY DAY! JUST COME BACK TO ME, UN! DANNA!" He took in another deep breathe, his face falling into a mess of red hair as he whispered, "Please you can't be dead Danna. I love you, un. I love you with all my heart. Please you said you loved me to. You said that you loved me and would never leave me, un. You promised that you would never leave me alone. Oh kami why? Why, un? _ no Danna." You could hear his love when he whispered the red heads name. He lifted his head one last time, taking a deep breath, and let out one last scream "SA-BEEP BEEP BEEP!"
Deidara bolted up in his bed covered in a cold sweat. He glanced at his alarm clock quickly hitting the off switch; he fell back, head landing on the soft pillow, his long soft blonde hair spreading around him like a golden halo. He took in a couple of deep breathes; the fear, pain, and uncontrolled agony from the dream still fresh in his mind. 'It was a dream. Just a dream.' He sighed before getting up. He really didn't want to but he had to get to his morning job then he had to go to his first class of his freshmen year of college. As he set about getting ready he thought of his dream. Deidara had been having them for as long as he could remember. He thought they started when he was about ten. He didn't know much about them except that the same person was in every single dream. He was never allowed to hear the person's name or what their face looked like only that he had dark red hair and Deidara called him 'Danna'.
It was thanks to these dreams that Deidara learned he was gay. When he was fifteen he had become confused about his sexuality, but then his dreams with the mysterious 'Danna' turned . . . um. . . well . . . steamy to say the least. Yup those dreams defiantly told Deidara which way he swung. Deidara blushed a little at the memory of the dreams, but even in those he couldn't here the man's real name or see his face.
It was only recently that he had been having this dream. Well truthfully this was the dream he had the most often as in practically every other time he slept, but it was only in the last year that he was allowed to see more of it. Before it usually cut off when he found the three embracing people but now it continued into the most emotionally painful thing Deidara had ever experienced even though it was just a dream. Deidara thought back again on the dream and couldn't help but ask one question 'Where the hell did my arms go?' It was also because of these dreams that he could never have a relationship that lasted longer than a couple of weeks. Just when he thought he found the one he'd have a strange dream of the red head, then in the morning he'd break it off with whoever he was dating. He never really could explain it but after one of those strange dreams the flame he felt for that person was gone like it never existed. He just knew deep down in his heart that he belonged with the name- and faceless red head of his dreams. And the latest dream like the one he just had proved that even more. 'I love you with all my heart. But . . . who is he? When will I meet him? How will I know who it is if I've never seen his face? Maybe I'll be able to tell by the hair?' Because he knew the man in his dreams had red hair Deidara was naturally attracted to it, so every one of his boyfriends had had red hair but it was never as shocking or as dark or had the right cut to it to be his 'Danna'.
Deidara let out another sigh before looking at himself in the mirror and putting his hair into its usual half up do with the small chunk hanging over his left eye. He was hopping that he would meet the red head soon. He was getting tired of waiting. He felt like he was close to the meeting because he was entering age 23, and that was about the same age he was in the latest dreams. Deidara grabbed his book bag making sure he had all his materials, his keys to the apartment he rented, and a pop-tart that would hold him off till he could grab something more filling before class. He was glad that the coffee shop he worked at was only a block from his University and only about four from where he lived.
He didn't own a car or a bike or even a simple skateboard because all his money went to making sure he had a place to live since he was on a full scholarship. Even though it was extremely small its rent was still high because it was at the halfway point between the two universities making it a perfect place for college students to live . . . if they could pay the rent. Deidara was just glad that the two universities weren't rivals with each other. He had lived near one of those when he was in high school and he could honestly say that even sober college kids were the craziest people in the world. Deidara quickly walked into the coffee shop and around the counter dropping his bag in the storage room and pulling on his apron. He had been working there for a little over two months, ever since he moved to the city, so he knew the routine by now. He walked over to his spot in the drive through alcove, placed his headset on, and pushed the button that would allow the people to know that the drive though was now open. He already saw the light that told him someone was ready. "Welcome to the Flying Bird Café order when you're ready." Deidara stated into the small mike.
"Hey Dei!" a clear voice came through.
"I should have known, hi Konan, un. The usual?"
"Yep, but I also need an espresso with a double shot, and three of the Flying Bird Café's classic muffins two in chocolate and one in banana nut."
"What no blueberry?"
"Ha-ha very funny. Just tell me what I owe you bird brain."
"Let's see: triple berry frappachino, espresso with a double shot, and three FBC classic muffins, un." Deidara said pushing the right buttons on the cash register while also saying it louder so that his coworkers could start making the drinks and fetch him the muffins. Normally he would be doing something but ever since he somehow magically broke the previous cappuccino machine plus two blenders he wasn't allowed near them. He was now only allowed to stay in the small alcove until his shift was over. He even had his own chair that they pushed back somewhere so the next person on shift could move around. "That comes to 20 even."
"Kay." Konan said before moving up to the window. Deidara opened the window so he could talk to her. Konan was the receptionist at his University; they had spent a lot of time together the past two months because there had been a problem with something he didn't understand except that the school had messed up something so Konan had helped him fix everything. She had also helped him find his apartment and this job.
"Hi Dei how's it going?" Konan asked as she pulled up in her small blue convertible. That was the thing about Konan she seemed to love the color blue. Her hair was even unbelievably blue and she did everything she could to flaunt it. The normal paper flower was in her hair, and she was wearing her usual jeans and a tight shirt that read 'My one and only love is Origami so stop hitting on me!' She also wore a specially made light zip up sweater that was black dotted with red clouds and sported a silver stud in her bottom lip. That was the other thing about Konan; you would never guess that she was a receptionist. She was allowed to dress like that because the University didn't have a strict dress code for the teachers like other schools so it was sometimes common that the younger teachers would be mistaken as students.
"As good as it can be with it being the first day of college. Nice shirt by the way, un."
"Thanks, it's a Konan original."
"So who's the extra stuff for, un? Or are you just going on some sort of binge?" Deidara said accepting the money.
"Ha ha ha, man Dei you are so funny. Why are you even going to college you could just drop out and be a comedian." Konan said sarcasm dripping from every word. "For your information it's for Pein. Well except for the second chocolate muffin that's my lunch." Pein was the Dean of the University and was probably the whole reason for the light dress code. He was young, only a couple years out of college himself and he still dressed like he was in it. Wearing grudge band T-shirts, ripped jeans, a coat that resembled Konan's sweater, and beaten up sneakers. Not to mention his short hair was bright orange and was spiked up and he had piercings all over his face. He was the staff member most common to be confused as a student. Even Deidara had made that mistake when he first met him. Deidara had come to the main office to help fix whatever the problem was and had embarrassed himself with stupid questions while he waited like 'How strict is the Dean?' 'I heard a rumor that he's a total freak. Is that true?' Luckily Pein had been used to comments like these and answered them like he really was a student until Konan came out and had told him she was glad that he had already met the Dean. Pein and Konan were also engaged.
"Why are you eating a muffin for lunch, un?" Deidara asked as he handed said muffins to her.
"Like you said it's the first day. There's always a ton of work to do so a muffin is about all I'll be able to get for lunch for the next week."
"Man that sucks."
"Tell me about it." Konan said as she accepted her drinks. She quickly glanced behind her to make sure no one was there yet. "So you ready for today? You have everything you need right?"
"Yes thanks to you Konan. Are you sure you don't want me to pay you back for the supplies, un?" During one of the sessions fixing the school problem Deidara had mentioned he didn't have money for some of the supplies so Konan had dragged him out of the office and bought him everything he needed.
"I'm sure Dei, now stop worrying about it." Konan glanced back again and noticed someone pulling in. "Oops better go. Remember if there's any problem school related or not you can come to me." Deidara let out a small smile
"Thanks Konan. I'll see you later, un."
"You better or I'll hunt you down!" Konan said as she drove out of the drive through. Deidara waved quickly before getting back to his job.
When Kira came in he quickly gave the latest driver their drink then took off his headset."Hey Deidara." She called. Kira had long brown hair, she always had two tight curls on either side of her face that bounced with every step, and her eyes were dark brown as was her sun kissed skin. Deidara always felt uncomfortable around her because she always tried to flirt with him. He hadn't told anyone besides Konan that he was gay and he really didn't feel like telling anyone else until he found 'Danna' so he let her flirt, but would always refuse to anything other than that.
Deidara nodded at her, quickly moving to the back so he could grab his bag. Kira was late today so that meant he was probably going to be late if he didn't hurry. He waved to his boss as he left and started running. 'I'm so screwed if I'm late. I really hope I don't end up with a teacher that wears a coat like Konan's, un. I heard that the ones that do are supposed to be really tough.' Deidara glanced at a clock through a store window and quickly picked up his pace seeing he was still going to be late. He rushed through the gates that marked the University's entrance and bolted to find his first classroom. He pulled out his schedule and glanced it over, cursing a little. The only thing on the schedule was the numbers of your classroom and the building. It was Pein's own type of torture for the freshmen; they wouldn't know who their teacher was or what class they were going to. And just to add a cherry on top the teachers would switch classrooms with each other with out telling the freshmen so they had to carry all their books around. Deidara found his class and quietly slipped in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the clock and found he still had two minutes. He quickly glanced around and was exited to learn that his first class was advanced art. He quickly walked down and took a seat as far back as he could at one of the many easels that were placed there instead of desks.
Everyone went silent when a man that looked to be in his late twenties early thirties walked into the room, he looked like any other student except for two things. One there was something about him that demanded your attention and respect and two he was wearing a black leather coat that was dotted with red clouds, the most obvious sign that he was a teacher. As if to confirm everyone's thoughts he took a seat at the teacher's desk that was situated in front of the large classroom. He took his coat of revealing that he wore a white dress shirt the collar open, over the shirt he wore a deep red sweater vest, he had on pressed black pants, and black dress shoes that were slightly dull. He had the strangest colored eyes Deidara had ever seen (besides Pein's gray ones) they were a deep crimson. But what attracted Deidara's attention the most was his short shocking blood red hair color. 'I-it can't be, un. Is it him? The man of my dreams? H-he can't be but his hair is exactly the same. No. N-no it can't be him . . .' the teacher stood up and addressed the class.
"Good morning. This class has a very technical name that I never took the time to learn so I'll just call it by what it really is. So welcome to your Advanced Art class. I'm your professor Akasuna no Sasori. If you feel you must address me by something more personal than Professor don't. I may be young, I may very well be the same age as you but I am still the teacher in and out of this classroom. You will listen to me and take this class seriously. This is not the art class you took in high school since this is obviously college. I am not your friend so everything you submit to me will be critiqued as if it was in a gallery. The critiques may be rude and harsh and most likely something you don't want to hear, but I will say them because again I am not your friend. I expect everything I assign you to be turned in on time, there is no late work in this class nor is there extra credit. There are no extension periods in this class as there are no extensions in the real world. Everything will be graded on the same scale so don't worry about any type of curve. If you don't like anything in this class, the way I teach, assignments, anything you are welcome to walk out at any point be it now, the middle of class, or towards the end of the year. Just don't expect to walk back in. Once you are out of this class you are never allowed back, even if it's been one or a hundred years later you will not step foot through those doors if you walk out. I am going to say this one last time. I am not your friend, buddy, or acquaintance I am your professor. Do not even attempt to be anything more than that or I will personally walk you out of this room. This is Advanced Art so you better as hell be advanced." Sasori had been pacing slightly as he gave the small speech. He stopped now and leaned against the front of his desk facing the class. He glanced around meeting everyone's eyes well at least everyone that was still in the room. When he had walked in the class had been full, every seat had been taken. Now after his talk only about half the class was left. Sasori smirked upon seeing this before speaking again. "Now that the weakest of the weak have been found out and dealt with let the real fun begin. Welcome to class everybody."
Alright there's the chapter for my new story! I'm acutally not really sure how this story is going to go yet, so if it gets to boring just tell me. If you have any suggestions feel free to let me know! I'll be sure to give you credit if I use anything you suggest. Well I hope you enjoyed the first chapter even though it's kind of short, hopefully the other's will be a little longer. Also sorry for any mistakes, again this wasn't checked by a beta mostly because I don't have one and don't actually know how to get one. Anyways please reveiw or you'll make the review bunny sad~ Please reveiw!