Hey guys! One thing before we start, I just want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! To our special Deidara! -Confetti- XD I am also turning older 3 days from today, So that means... TAT I ish getting old.. Hope you enjoy the REMADE story of Partner's Till The End. I also want to give a special thanks to my beta reader, FujoshiFangirl, for helping me out in my time of need. She put her time and effort into this with me. So, once again, thankies.
Now, its time to get this show on the road :D.
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Current Age
Deidara:13
Rapid shuffling of feet were heard exiting the school grounds. Then came, multiple yells, and a hard thud.
Maybe it was just some genin playing around the school, but if you looked closer, things were not as they seemed.
Beyond the school yard was a circle of kids attacking something.
Was it an animal, or some poor bird they happened to find?
No. It was a poor child, with deep blue eyes which were now filled with angry tears, and had a fiery hate within them. His long luscious blond hair was covered in blood, dirt and spit, and was tattered beyond belief. His body, which was a light tan, was now covered in red cuts and forming bruises from the kicks and hits he received from the children around him.
"So you think you so tough, huh freak? Get up and show me how tough you are then!" The boy who had taunted him, had then kicked him in the stomach making him cough up blood, for what would be the 3rd time.
"S-shut up.." said the weak boy.
With all his power, he started to get up slowly. His body, shaking in anger, was aching from the abuse his fellow classmates had given him.
"What's that? I couldn't quite catch that, Gaydara," said the same boy who had kicked him.
"M-my Name is Deidara!" He tried to throw a punch at him, only to be dodged and pushed to the ground.
The rest of the children started laughing hysterically at him. They all walked away, leaving a tatted Deidara to get up, and limp towards not what one would call a home, but hell.
Why did his own classmates treat him like that? Was it for fun, or was it for an entirely different reason?
Let's rewind it back to the day he was born, where it all began.
It was dark, pitch black. Nothing could be heard, except the groaning and the ear shattering screams from one, dimly lit household of the Iwa's.
It was silent, until the loud cries of a newborn child was heard.
All was content in the Iwa household, except for the fact that the mother who bore the child was eerily quiet.
"Honey? You alright there?.. P-please answer me!" The husband was now shaking uncontrollably. He set the baby down in it's crib and went to the side of his wife who was turning pale.
She slightly turned her head, with a weak smile.
"Let.. me see.. my beautiful boy?" She uttered.
Her husband, who was almost close to tears, brought the baby over to her. She slowly took him in her hands and held his tiny palm.
"I'll call you... Deidara.." She suddenly felt something wet and removed her finger to see tiny mouths. Her smile started to fade.
"I-it can't be.." She pulled the blanket down on the child a bit to see the one thing she was hoping not to see; the curse mark of the clan.
What is the curse mark? It is said that a child born at the strike of midnight, with mouths on each of it's hands and a curse mark on it's upper left chest, will end the clan, and mark the end of the village.
With one last look, she started crying. She set the 'Cursed Child' down, fell limp, and died.
The father who was now sobbing, picked up the child and gasped at the mark.
"Why? Why did you have to have it!" He, picked up a knife. He wanted to kill the child so bad. He took a shaky breath. He was devastated, sad, and most of all angry. The only love of his life, who just disappeared like the wind, because of a single, monstrosity! Out of all people, why did god have to punish them? Why did he give us this awful, and disgusting child! He went to stab the child but stopped. His face was now covered in tears.
He couldn't do it. It was his only child, he had with his first and last love of his life and the last memory he would have of her.
And like that he dropped the knife and picked up the child and covered his now deceased wife.
As Deidara, grew up, more of the villagers found out about the mark, and despised him for it. At the same time the news of the curse mark was passed onto the children that went to school with him.
Deidara's school day's weren't the happiest because of the facts that his hands had 'disgusting' mouths and that he carried the curse mark.
He was picked on, bullied, and called names. Many referred to him as a monster, demon, and mutant. But at the academy, he was know as the school freak.
They never commended him for being at the top of his class, for they thought, why should we? This only makes him more of a threat!
As the hatred for him in the village grew with each passing year, so did the drinking habits of his father. His father became more and more of an alcoholic, and when drunk went on a violent rampage.
It was when he was 7, that during one of his father's drunken rampages, that he raped Deidara for the first time.
This scarred Dei for life. And this wasn't the last time he did it. every few days or so he would take advantage of him and make him relive the agonizing pain over and over again. But that wasn't it. When he wasn't raping him he was abusing him.
He would come to school in bandages, and bruises, sometimes limping. Sometimes, his father would do both, causing him to miss school..
Now he is coming home already hurt by his peers, to another hell, where the punishments are like an endless painful abyss.
Phew :D Hope you guys like the new chapter! Please R&R :D Thank you for reading :D
