Here's part two, I won't be able to update next until Wednesday, possibly Friday, because my school exams start tomorrow. Wish me luck! Also, yes, Deidara's birthday is on the 5th of May and Sasori's is on 8th November, so he had already turned eighteen.

~During This Time~

A five year old Sasori Akasuna was playing in his grandma Chiyo's house while his parents were out for dinner. His grandmother was an amazing puppeteer, and was teaching him her tricks of their creation and manipulation.

Sasori was a happy child; he had two loving parents and a grandmother who loved him dearly. He had just started school and had already skipped four grades because he proved to be so smart, he was with people four years older than him, but they didn't notice him or bully him, so he didn't mind too much.

This lifestyle changed for Sasori that night. His parents died in a car crash that a drunk driver caused, driving the wrong way down a one way street, which Sasori's parents happened to be driving home on.

The news shocked Sasori's grandmother when a policeman came and told her of her son and daughter-in-law's instantaneous deaths. Sasori, despite his age, understood what was going on the second the policeman mentioned "car accident".

He was, of course, distraught and broke down in tears, falling to the floor. His grandmother picked him up, thanked the policeman for the information and took Sasori with her to her car, so he could help her with the process of making a respectable funeral for his parents.

It was a simple affair. His parents were buried next to each other, "So their souls can stay together for eternity." was what Chiyo had said to her grandson while his parents were lowered into the ground.

From then on, Sasori lived with his grandmother in her house, as she was his only living relative. As Sasori grew up, he never had any friends, most likely because he was four years younger than his classmates. "Who would want to put up with him?" They all thought, because Sasori had kept up with his grandma when she taught him about puppets, and now he excelled at making and controlling them.

Sasori considered them to be art, eternal, like his parents had once said. They said true art never left, so that people could always marvel at it. Sasori thought the same.

At the age of eighteen, after graduating university, the red-head became an art teacher, deciding he wanted to teach children the brilliance of art, despite the fact his students would be seniors in high school, the same age as himself. He would start as a substitute, then progress on to full-time. His first job would be at Akatsuki High School.

~Present Time-19th May-7:40 AM- With Deidara~

Deidara awoke with a jolt to the sound of something smashing. He heard another crash and curses from the other room. "Dad's back from the bar then…" He thought. He looked to the clock and groaned at the time. His dad must have been placing bets with people to have gotten in so late.

The blond sighed, rolled out of his bed and walked to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror to see the bruise his father had made last night by twisting his arm the wrong way before leaving to get drunk. "I'll have to wear a long-sleeved shirt today I guess, un." Deidara muttered to himself.

He hadn't changed much in appearance since childhood; he still had his waist-length hair and shining azure eyes. His birthday was two weeks ago, so he was now eighteen. Deidara took one more glance at the mirror, and then had an ice-cold shower; his father hadn't paid the electric this month, so the water was freezing.

He quickly finished then got dressed in grey straight-leg jeans, a long white undershirt with full length sleeves, a black vest and black, scuffed trainers. He brushed his hair then put it up in his signature half-ponytail with his bang covering his left eye. He had packed his school bag the night before so only had to sling it over his shoulder and grab his wallet, which only had enough money to buy his lunch because his job at the supermarket was so cheap, and quietly as possible slipped out of his room, hoping his father was in his own room so that the blond didn't have to see him. He was in luck, from the snores coming from his dad's bedroom, he was out like a light.

Deidara sighed in relief and snuck out of the front door, closing it softly. Now all that was left was to get to school. He checked his watch; 8:15 AM. Good, he had forty-five minutes to run five miles to get to his school, which was a bit longer than he normally got. Deidara sighed again and began at a fast jog and had reached his school with five minutes to spare until nine o'clock registration. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad for him.