It was another school year for South's All Boys Boarding School. But this year would be a year like no other. South's Boarding School was mostly for orphans that had no hope for adoption or foster care and teenage delinquents that no other school would accept. New students poured in from all around. At the moment the Welcoming Assembly was being held.

'Welcome, new students and old students. I would also like to welcome the new teachers to the school,' said the principal.

'This is so boring!' moaned a blond haired boy.

'Shut up, Deidara. You always say that,' said a boy with slicked back silver hair.

'Why should I? I have every right to say it's boring, Hidan. I mean they do this every year. It's so boring, yeah. They need more explosions,' said Deidara.

'You and explosions. Seriously, you have issues,' replied Hidan.

'Be quiet!' hissed a teacher.

The two boys rolled their eyes and shut their mouths. The principal went on for another half hour about the school, teachers, classes and other things that didn't really matter. The audience was getting bored and fidgety. Spit balls were thrown and rude remarks were made. Finally the assembly was over. The bell rang and the new students went to their assigned classes.

Math was the first class. There were five classes for math for two reasons. One was so the class wasn't overcrowded and hard to handle and two, to separate the troublemakers from their friends.

Math Class A

Hidan sighed as he entered the classroom. This was his second year here and it certainly wasn't going to be his last. Hidan was an orphan but he never told anyone that. He preferred to say that his parents were some idiots who didn't want their son around, which is what most kids had, or claimed they had anyway.

Hidan sat down next to someone he didn't recognise; probably a new kid. He had long black hair and what looked like scars and stitches on his arms and hands. He was wearing a mask over his face, Hidan could only see a small part of his face. He was reading a small black book.

The boy didn't acknowledge Hidan's presence he just kept reading his book. Hidan cleared his throat. Still they boy didn't make any move.

'Hey? You're a new kid right?' he said.

The boy looked up at last. He had strange green eyes. Hidan drew back slightly. The boy sighed and returned to his book.

Hidan looked closer at the scars. Most of them weren't fresh but those with stitches were. The stitches were focused on his arms but the old scars crisscrossed all over him. They actually looked quite cool.

'Hey, your scars look cool. What's your name?' asked Hidan.

The boy touched his scars and replied, 'Kakuzu.'

'Cool, seriously your scars look cool,' said Hidan.

'Thanks,' said Kakuzu without looking up from his book.

'So, this is your first year here, right?' said Hidan.

'Yeah,' said Kakuzu.

'What subject did you choose? The optional one,' asked Hidan.

'Economics,' said Kakuzu.

'Economics? Seriously, how boring can you get?' said Hidan with a laugh.

Kakuzu glared at Hidan, who took no notice.

'Well, what did you choose then?' snapped Kakuzu.

'Religion,' said Hidan with a hint of pride.

'And that's so much better?' replied Kakuzu.

'You bet,' said Hidan.

Kakuzu raised an eyebrow. 'Right,' he said flatly.

'Hey, it's better than economics. Seriously, I wouldn't choose economics if it was the last subject left,' said Hidan.

'Really? Wouldn't you have to if it was the last subject left?' said Kakuzu with a hint of sarcasm.

Hidan opened his mouth but was cut off by the teacher who walked in and began the class.

Maths Class B

Deidara sat in Maths bored as ever. He looked around the room. None of his friends were here. This was going to be the longest lesson ever.

The teacher was writing down pages in the textbook to complete. Deidara paid no attention at all. He had never been good at math; he never really tried anyway.

'Deidara?' said the teacher.

'Huh? What?' said Deidara.

The teacher scowled. 'Get back to work Deidara,' he snapped.

Deidara shrugged and opened his textbook. He stared at the questions. This was so boring; it would be much more fun with explosions. The numbers swirled into little pictures and into explosions.

Deidara grabbed his pen and began drawing pictures around the questions. He chuckled; this was much more fun than trigonometry or algebra. He was bumped by the person who was sitting next to him.

'Sorry,' he said and returned to his work.

Deidara peeked at the boy's work. He had done all twenty of the questions and was doing extra questions. Deidara wondered why he would do that. Hopefully he wasn't one of those goody-two-shoes.

'It's alright. Hey, un, what's the answer to question three?' said Deidara.

'Fourteen,' replied the boy.

'Cool, thanks, yeah,' said Deidara.

The boy nodded then asked, 'Are you only up to question three?'

'Thanks to you, I'm up to question four, yeah,' said Deidara.

'But we've had half an hour-'

'Of total boredom. They should make math more interesting, yeah. With explosions, yeah,' said Deidara.

'Do you like explosions or something?'

'They're cool, yeah.'

'Ok.'

'Hey, yeah, what's your name?'

'Sasori. And yours?'

'I'm Deidara.'

'Nice to meet you.'

The bell rang. The class gathered their books and moved to the next class.

'Hey, yeah, I'll see you around, Sasori, yeah,' said Deidara.

'Um, yeah,' replied Sasori with a smile.

Art Class

Deidara sat down at a desk in the art room. Art, now there was something he was good at. He had gotten straight A's last year. Deidara smiled.

A boy with black hair tied back into a ponytail sat down next to Deidara. He nodded to Deidara who just shrugged.

'So what's your name, yeah?' said Deidara.

'Itachi, Itachi Uchiha,' he replied in a monotone voice.

'Hey, I read about you, yeah, in the newspaper, yeah. You're the one who…killed his family, yeah,' said Deidara.

Itachi nodded. Deidara shrugged again. He didn't seem like a bad guy.

The teacher handed out pallets of paint and asked the class to paint something that inspires them. Sniggers and giggles rippled around the room.

Deidara began to paint. He looked over at Itachi, who had begun painting his fingernails with the paint. He was surprisingly good at it.

'So, I'm Deidara, yeah,' said Deidara.

'Hmm,' mumbled Itachi.

'So, do you like art?'

'Yes.'

'Me too, yeah. That's why I chose it. I think art is a bang! Especially when things explode, yeah.'

'In art, things don't generally explode. That's more of a science thing.'

'Actually, clay explodes. With a big bang, yeah'

Itachi raised his eyebrow and shrugged. Explosions weren't really his thing. He preferred quiet moments on his own, but of course those moments were rare.

'So, like me and Hidan and Tobi and Kisame and Orochimaru were all here last year. But, un, Orochimaru is like not that great. Cos he like ditched us last year. And, yeah, like Kisame like a total swimming nut and he's like on the swim team, water polo team and…and those other teams that he's on,' ranted Deidara.

Itachi only nodded and continued painting his fingernails. The bell rang and, once again, all students went to their assigned classes.

Lunch

Deidara walked over with Itachi to the table where Hidan, Tobi, Kisame and a guy with scars and stitches on his face were sitting.

'Hey, everyone, this is Itachi. Itachi, this is Hidan, Kisame, Tobi and I've haven't met this guy,' said Deidara.

'Oh, this is Kakuzu. I met him in Math,' said Hidan.

'I met a guy in math too. His name was, un, Sasori, yeah,' said Deidara as he and Itachi sat down.

'Hey! I know you!' shouted Kisame, pointing at Itachi.

Itachi looked slightly surprised.

'You were at Juvie two years ago,' said Kisame.

Itachi nodded, 'I came out late last year.'

The group nodded and moved off that topic. Deidara looked up and laughed.

'Ha, look who it is,' he said.

The group looked up, those who had been here for at least a year, groaned. Four figures walked through the lunch. The first boy was wearing a face mask and a bandanna drooped over one eye. He had light purple-grey hair and was wearing a khaki colored vest over a shirt and jeans. He was obviously the leader of the group. The second had a horrible bowl cut and bushy eyebrows. He had a green tracksuit on. The third was a large bulky boy with a cigarette in his mouth; he had the beginning of a beard and was slouching slightly. The last had a huge scar across his nose and his hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

'Who's that?' asked Kakuzu.

'Seriously, you're lucky you don't know,' replied Hidan. 'That's Kakashi and the gang. Kakashi's the one with the mask, Maito Gai is the one with the bad haircut, Asuma is the one with the cigarette and Iruka is the one with the scar.'

'Why is he wearing that mask?' asked Kakuzu.

'It's his "trademark". He thinks it looks cool, but it is so inartistic,' said Deidara.

'And it looks retarded,' Hidan added.

The group laughed.

End of Classes

South's dorms were divided into floors. The dorms were in the west building, which was four storey high brick building. There were about twenty rooms and a bathroom on each floor. The students were divided in a way so troublemakers were separated.

Hidan and Deidara were walking towards the dorms with a group of people closely behind them.

'Hey Deidara, what room are you?'

'Number 36, Second Floor. You?'

'Ha! Number 41, Third Floor.'

'What?! No way!'

A pale black-haired boy came up behind them.

'It might be because that little incident that occurred last year,' he said.

'Shut up, Orochimaru. It's not liked you helped by grassing,' snapped Deidara.

Last year, Hidan and Deidara set fire to the science block. Though, if you ask them, it was totally scientific, throwing a match into a gas-filled room to see if fire would react with gas. Well, they got their answer as well as four months community service, a years worth of detention and two weeks suspension. The principal still didn't think justice was served.

'That sucks, seriously,' said Hidan.

'Yeah,' said Deidara.

'Oh well, think of it as a challenge. Can you still make the teacher's lives living hell when you are separated?' said Orochimaru.

'I guess you're right, for once,' sighed Deidara.

They reached the building and trudged inside. It was the same as last year, same peeling walls, same bright lights, same plain, brown doors with the occasional rude graffiti. The stairs and floorboards still creaked loudly when walked on. A big message board had pout on the wall next to the entrance. Below was a desk with the sign out book. The message board was already overcrowded with paper, notices and rules.

One that caught the eyes of all students was: ALL STUDENTS MUST REMAIN IN THEIR ASSIGNED ROOM. NO SWITCHING ROOMS WITH ANOTHER PERSON. ANY STUDENT FOUND SWITCHING WILL FACE A WEEKS DETENTION AND CLEANING DUTY!

'Damn' muttered Deidara. 'No one likes cleaning duty.'

'Tough luck Deidara. Have fun on the second floor. I heard their bathroom only has one working toilet,' said Hidan as he slapped Deidara on the back.

Deidara grunted and trudged up the stairs, knowing he was going to hate this year. He stopped at the second floor along with three other people; the rest went on to the third and fourth floors. He reached Number 36 and opened the door. Inside was a musty old room that smelt of gym shorts. Deidara cringed, as he saw a plain grey, supposedly once white, room with an iron frame bed and set of drawers. This room would definitely need an artistic touch.

Deidara threw his bag onto the bed and kicked the door shut. The year had only started and it already sucked. As Deidara began unpacking his bag, he heard a knock at the door. He was surprised but then again it was probably Hidan coming to gloat and laugh. Deidara shrugged and opened the door. Sasori was standing in the door.

'Oh, hey, Sasori, right?' said Deidara.

Sasori nodded, 'Yeah, Deidara, right?'

'Yep. So what's up?'

'Umm, I just wanted to ask which way the toilets are.'

'There're just down the end, the door two from the exit on the left, un.'

'Thanks. Well bye, then,' said Sasori as he walked towards the toilets.

Deidara shrugged and went back to unpacking his things. Not long after, there was another knock on the door, this time it was Hidan.

'Hey Deidara! Enjoying the second floor?' he said with a laugh.

'Yeah, I'm having a great time. Non stop party down here, as you can see,' Deidara gestured around the plain bleak room.

Hidan laughed. 'Hey, I'll cut to the chase. Deidara, we're gonna go out on Friday to the clubs to celebrate the start of school. You in or out?'

'In definitely, un.'