I do not own Naruto. Heh…

"You suck." I shouted from across the hall.

"Not really." The blonde boy at the other end retorted.

"You frickin' bite then!"

"Now biting is a different story."

My face went completely red.

"You're such a pervert Deidara!"

"Oh, trust me, I know, baka."

"My life would've been perfect without you. If only you hadn't showed up here."

"Well, if there weren't annoying black haired girls everywhere I go, then- oh wait, my bad. The only annoying one is YOU!"

"I hate you!"

"Same here!"

And just like every morning, we both slammed the door simultaneously, and proceeded to get dressed.

I would never tell Deidara how I really felt about him. He does drive me insane, and he is a pervert, but…I can't help who I fall in love with. When we're not yelling at each other, Deidara and I act like the best of friends.

My name is Minori, and I entered this orphanage at the age of three. My clan was mostly killed off in the last ninja war, and the ones that survived are too old and frail to take care of me. There's only one exception, and that is my older brother. This brother was so much older than me, that I never really met him. I don't even know where he lives, and I only had one meeting with him. It was when I was two, and all I can remember is that he was really angry.

Unfortunately, I still live in this orphanage with people that have a much sadder past then mine. And Deidara, who was admitted one year before me, and has always been just my enemy. Now that we're fourteen, we get teased a lot. I can't believe people think I like him! Well, I sort of do, but…THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!

After I change my clothes, I take a comb, and start brushing my shoulder length raven black hair. I'm thinking about dying my hair. I'm not sure what color I should use, but I'm not entirely sure. I would miss my black hair.

I sigh, not bothering to think about it anymore. I sound so much like a girly girl.

I silently leave my room, and walk down to the main room. The main room of the orphanage is where everything takes place. It's where we eat, hang out, listen to announcements, etc.

I sit down at the table, not bothering to eat. I'm not hungry, and am never hungry at breakfast. Instead, I just sit there and think about what I'm going to do today. I know that Deidara has to attend Iwa's Ninja Academy today, so I'll most likely just be bored. You know, except for the fact that the orphanage has forced me to go to a sort of home ec. class. Which means while all the boys learn how to fight, us girls learn how to clean, cook, and give birth.

So, as fun and interesting as home ec. sounds, I'm just going to skip. Again. I have better things to do, anyway. I have this skill for creating weapons, that's usually what I do when I skip. Plus, I sell my weapons to random ninja sometimes, and I get paid a fortune. Then the orphanage takes my money.

Just as I'm dozing off at my table, I hear someone whispering in my ear.

"Wake up sweetie, that 'hot' boy you like is staring at you. "

I know that voice anywhere.

"Go away, Deidara, you have no idea who I like."

"Oh, but I will soon. I just found your journal."

I jumped up and glared at him. I saw that he did have my journal, and cursed myself for not hiding it better. Stupid boy!

"Give it back, Deidara!"

"Nope not yet! I haven't finished reading it yet!"

I'm not so stupid as to write I love Deidara, or put his name in little hearts, but there is one specific page that would tell him all he wanted to know. Part of me just wanted him to open the journal, and find it. And then the part of me that disagreed bitch-slapped the other part.

"Deidara, don't you dare!" I shouted, tackling him.

I had him pinned to the ground, and I was about to take back the book, when Deidara smirked.

"What are you smiling about, blondie!" I asked him, angrily.

"This, Minori, is a very awkward position for you, isn't it?" he asked.

My face went red, no matter how much I tried to stop it.

"Shut the hell up." I said, grabbing my journal, and climbing off of him. I walk back up to my room to find a better hiding spot.

It's times like these, where I never understand what I see in him.