Deidara - Text
"Deidara" - Speaking
Deidara - Flashback
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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"What have you learned, Deidara?" that damned teacher asked him. Deidara sighed, as he recalled the previous events. He was in trouble, as was usual for the artist. However, the reason was quite peculiar.
The man in question was his science teacher; he had been on the teacher's watch list since day one, where he blew up chemicals in the lab. Chemicals that weren't even out. On a day they didn't do an experiment.
He had had this teacher during his last year of junior high as well, and the subject was quite dulling. It was nearing the middle of the year, and Deidara had lost all interest in classes, his favorite being art. Though the art classes were boring as well, because all they got to do was draw pictures. Enlarge this, copy half of that, draw a kitten. Well fuck that, he wanted to sculpt. All in all, throughout the entire class, Deidara got to use clay twice, one he didn't even receive back due to the kiln breaking down. In science that year, he remembered, they were learning about the solar system. He was intensely bored in the subject for it lacked in explosions, though he perked up slightly during the super nova unit.
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Deidara sat at his desk, bored, since he had already finished the entire packet. The conclusion was easy, four questions were asked, and he answered them dutifully. Damned teacher wouldn't let him sculpt in class. He was bored as hell. And he was beginning to think the teacher realized this, as he walked towards him slowly.
"Hello Deidara," the man started the conversation. The blond grunted in reply. "Did you finish your packet?"
"Yeah," the artist stared at the marks on his paper, trying to detect some sort of pattern to relieve him of his boredom.
The teacher nodded, "Well done then. What have you learned?" Deidara stared as his dumbass of a teacher. He couldn't be serious, right?
"The angle of the light affects how much energy the radiometer gets, which determines how much it spins, un," he replied. The teacher grinned.
"That's correct. So that means the more the light is pointed towards an object, the more it spins compared to if it was pointed away from the object!"
"..and I already knew that, un," he stared at the teacher, trying to intimidate him to go away. It didn't work.
"Welcome to school, kid," the redhead had replied, obviously trying to put some effort out to make the blond like him. It didn't work, because by the end of class, Deidara had burnt out two light bulbs due to boredom, and exploded the teacher's computer. How he did that without using explosives or actually opening up the computer, the man would never know. Deidara had detention for a month after that stunt, as well as a pissed off teacher whom he had to deal with for the rest of the year. As well as receive grades from.
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The artist grinned, recalling the last time the teacher had used that sentence. The science teacher frowned obviously.
"Well?" he asked. Deidara simply put his arm around the black haired boy beside him, his arm holding an orange mask firmly in his hand. The boy squirmed uncomfortably; he knew Deidara hated publicly showing his affections towards him in front of others in the school. However, the teacher was looking impatient, so Deidara finally answered.
"Tobi's a damn good kisser, un."
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A/N - And that, is why you don't try to write stories while doing homework. Sorry if this sucks, or is too short. I don't know if I'll continue this as a drabble collection or not, so I'm not marking it as complete.
Review if you'd like. But do tell me if I need to move the rating up. I don't think I would need to, but to some people, 'fuck' is a horrible word. Though I don't know any teenager that hasn't heard it.