Noble Riffraff
(Chapter 1)

In an isolated village far away from the main part of the country, there lived three classes of people. They were classified as riffraff, commoners, or nobles. People were given these "titles" based upon which family they were born or placed into; no exceptions. Unfortunately, locals could usually tell what title you were given from your clothes or the food you purchase or other features. For example, riffraff would have dirty, worn-out clothing and try to scrap up what little food they could. On the other hand, people of nobility would have clothing of better quality and color with metals and badges placed on them; and they would eat off of the finest of dishes and it would be the best quality of food in that part of the country. These were very dramatic differences and were very noticeable if a riffraff and a noble were to stand side-by-side; but that was never allowed.
Mingling with riffraff or commoners if you were a noble would be a dishonor of your noble bloodlines.
Besides, nobles rarely visited the village, and if they did, it was usually to catch a criminal or a thief and take them away to the prison. The nobles and the lower classes were separated very well, and it would be like that for years to come.

But one day, something would mess with the order. A noble family had recently bore a child; thus giving it a noble title from the birth family. Unfortunately, there a bad people in the world, and one night while everyone was asleep, a kidnapper had snuck into the family's home and stole the baby. The guards had searched frantically for the intruder, but found nothing. One of the guards saw the kidnapper fleeing for the door and chased after him, followed by men on horseback once he went outside. "Catch him, and make sure you do not harm the baby!" the captain called out, his men responding by nodding.

The kidnapper had ran into the village of the three different classes; trying to find a place to hide temporarily. He turned down a side alley and found a random home of a riffraff family and burst in, holding a knife. "Take the baby," he said. A woman came out and looked at him with terror, "W-We don't want any trouble...!" "Take the baby!" the kidnapper commanded, thrusting the knife at her for intimidation. The woman did as he said and took the baby from his arms. "I'll be back for it in the morning, and if it's not alive..." he turned to the woman and held the knife close to her throat, "You'll die with it." The woman swallowed and nodded that she understood, and the kidnapper fled the house; immediately being followed by guards.

The child, not understanding at all what was happening since it was too little, started to cry. "Shh, don't cry little one..." the woman tried to comfort the child, sitting down and cradling it. She moved some of the blanket away from it's face, looking at the features.

The child had bright, sky blue eyes, and golden blonde hair, but it was just a little frizzle because the child was still young. The child was not an it, it was a he; but what class was he? The woman did not know that this was the child of a noble family; she figured that it must be a child from a riffraff family or a commoner family. There were no real distinct characteristics about the child that could classify him whatsoever. "Well, I wonder if you have a name..." the woman asked out loud. The child had stopped his crying and fell asleep in the woman's arms.

The next morning, the kidnapper went to the house where he had dropped the kid off at last night. His red hair was blown around slightly by the small breeze blowing and it was slightly brighter due to the rising morning sun. He wiped off the dirty window enough to look through and peered in. The woman was checking on the child; picking him up and cradling him.

"Good, it's still alive..." The kidnapper walked away from the house and to a more closed-off spot, "Do I really want to take care of a brat? " He paused for a moment and thought. Just then, two guards walked along the street in front of him, so he hid; watching them. One of the guards put up a poster of some sort onto the side of a building and moved on afterward. Careful that there were no more guards, the kidnapper walked over to the building and ripped off the poster, looking at it:

REWARD
FOR THE RETURN OF THE CHILD BELONGING TO THE NOBLE OKASAWA FAMILY:
100,000 Yen

A wide grin spread across the kidnapper's face. "Well...perhaps if I wait...the price will go up..." he snickered, folding the poster and shoving it in his bag, "And then I'll be rich!" Greedy as he was, he finally decided he would wait, and come back for the child when he sought the reward money fit. Finally, he left the village, careful to watch out for guards in case they recognized him.

In the riffraff house, the woman had finished feeding the child. She had feared that the kidnapper would come back in the morning and take the child away like he said he would, but he didn't show. "Well, I hope he doesn't come back..." she said, half to herself and half to the child. She picked him up and looked at him for a long while, "...you really do need a name..." She walked over to the make-shift crib and set the child down into it gently, "I think I will name you...Deidara."

TO BE CONTINUED

AN: So, this will be TobiDei most likely. c: And if you didn't know, the kidnapper is Sasori because...I don't like him p: More chapters to come soon! :D