Chapter 1

A/N: Thanks to all the patient people who have been waiting for me to post the final draft of this Fan-Fic! I'm going to extend a special thanks to my friends Chalyn, Emma, and Shaci. Thank you both for being patient with my writer's blocks and my grammar Nazi spaz-outs. I'd also like to thank Kishimoto, although I curse him for not writing SasoDei into the actual damn anime, I enjoyed the time I got to watch the two argue and make art together, uhn. I'll also extend my thanks to the Naruto fan base. Although most of you do not know this: your fan-fics got me through the writers block and helped piggyback me through the whole re-writing and re-visiting thing. I appreciate all of the support I've gotten and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

Yours truly,

~Xweetalk

*POV Deidara

I looked around me in slight awe. How in the world would I survive this? So many people in such a small space. I just wanted to blow this place up and get the heck out of dodge. It wouldn't take anything more than C2...

The bustle of the students around me made me shudder, but I had to find the front office at least before the bell rang. All I wanted to know was two things: Who was my dorm partner, and how would I get along with a stranger.

The University of Konaha was one of the most pristine colleges in the world. Best known for the Government candidates and big corporates that had previously attended the school. The courtyard was clipped finely and the shrubbery was carefully tended to. The tall building was made of a white stone, its large windows glittered in the sunlight. Students voices echoed through the open hallways, the sound bouncing from the elaborate light fixtures, causing my head to throb with irritation.

I shoved my way roughly through the crowd and ended up being pushed into an empty classroom, or what I assumed was an empty classroom.

"Assholes, Uhn." I muttered and turned away from the door, knowing that there was no hope getting through there without me wanting to blow the hell out of someone. Damn kids and their rude behavior" I muttered, unable to speak, as the orange haired one looked me dead in the eyes with his Rinnegan.

"Wait, you're a girl, right?" The half-pale half-black one with green hair studied me in interest. His expression made me want to punch him in the face.

"Stop being a dumbass Zetsu. This one is definitely a girl," the one that oddly resembled a shark quirked an eyebrow at Zetsu, "See her lovely locks of blonde hair?"

The black haired one sighed in frustration and muttered so quiet I could barely tell he was speaking, "Kisame, if you can't tell a girl from a guy you need your eyes checkedMay I ask your name?"

The girl did not smile. I could hardly see emotion in her eyes.

"U-uhn

In my next class, art, I was with Sasori again. And I took the liberty to sit next to him in the back, away from all the students. I didn't like how everybody avoided the Akatsuki, especially Sasori. What was so scary about him anyway, he was actually quite attractive" His voice trailed off as the Professor began speaking.

"Okay, today we are going to do a little side project. I think you all deserve a little time away from painting, eh?" Most of the students nodded in agreement. "Today we will be working with one of the more fun, and quite messy mediums, clay." My heart skipped a few beats. My first day and we already get to do this! I felt the corners of my mouth turn into a small smile. If I could have brought my explosive clay"

I quickly shook my head, "Nah, clay is my favorite medium. It's really fun to make things"

"Sounds great, uhn." I nodded again at his request watched Sasori walk off.

My gaze lightly tripped over Sasori's features. He was short, a small build, wore a pair of dark-blue skinny jeans, Black-soled shoes and a button up shirt adorned with one small red cloud on the left sleeve. His crimson hair was always lightly ruffled and it looked soft. I imagined myself, running my hands through it, looking into Sasori's smooth brown eyes and youthful face. I smiled to myself.

I was off in my own little fantasy world when a creepy feeling began to seep into the air around me. Someone was walking up behind me, and they were not good news. I could feel it in his Chakra.

"Hello there," said a chilling voice. He had slow and almost slurred words as he breathed, "You must be the new kid" He exhaled, "Wonderful name. There for a second, I thought you where a girl."

I studied this kid closer. He was about two inches taller than I was. Had long black hair that hung around his face, shadowing him, and making him look like what reminded me of a snake. I shivered, I hate snakes.

"Are you lost? I can point you to the cafeteria if you'd like-"

"I-it's okay. I have directions already." I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could and I turned to leave the hall, but a cold hand wrapped around my wrist.

"Why are you in such a rush, pretty boy?" He had me slammed into a wall, face extremely close to mine.

I looked dead into his sandy colored eyes with snake like pupils and purple eye shadow, "I want to go eat, thanks. I have a meeting with my dorm partner halfway through lunch so we can get things settled." I did not break my gaze from his as he slowly relaxed his hands, dropping my wrist.

"Watch where you go pretty boy. People around here aren't fond of outsiders."

I just stared at Orochimaru as he walked off. God, the nerve he had to get up in my face.

"Damn, what an asshole, uhn." I muttered out loud and turned into the commons, where the doors to the cafeteria where open with the sound of many voices within it.

So many people, such a small space. How would I find the others? Where were they? What if they tricked me? What if Sasori was just messing with me and they eat elsewhere?

Questions tumbled in my head as I staggered around; getting strange looks form some of the kids as I passed.

"Hey! Blondie!" I heard Hidan's call come from a few tables behind me, "Are you fucking blind?"

"No, uhn. I just Uhn." I smiled and waved at the group of teens, and they waved back.

Sasori looked at me, "Are you okay? Are you really that claustrophobic?"

"No, I'm just not used to the people Different." I muttered and Sasori gestured to the right with the made bed,

"I guess that will be your bed That dresser is yours and we'll have to share the desk. There's only one." He pointed to the bathroom, "I don't use all the cabinet space in there, so you can put things in there."

"Okay, then I'll set things up, I guess."