(A/N: Wow, thank you so much for the feedback yesterday. I loved it! I just have so much inspiration lately that I'm starting another one today.
Since she reviewed first — which was kinda rigged, lol — the first request I'm doing is Homicidal Whispers, better known to me as Bry. Be happy I'm doing your yaoi for you. _ I have no idea where I got the inspiration, but be grateful. Very grateful…
Disclaimer:I own nothing. At all. I swear.)
I've got the gift of one-liners,
And you've got the curse of curves.
And with this gift I can pull words
From any question in just four words.
Curse of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For
Deidara was having a bad day.
First off, he woke up late today. That was really what jump-started all the rest of the crappiness of the day. He woke up late, so he couldn't eat breakfast, and instead rushed to make it to school on time.
Which, he didn't, and got a detention from his first period teacher, who also gave a very long, class-length lecture on the importance of being on time.
Also due to being late, Deidara didn't have time to fix his hair into a decent ponytail, and so his hair lanked the entire day. It annoyed him when his hair wasn't perfect — it was just a gene in the family. He was a bit of a more effeminate guy, same as his dad, and his cousins, and his uncles, and so on and so on.
He had pretty much forgotten all his homework on his cluttered desk at home, which resulted in scores bringing his grade lower, which would upset his mom. ('Cause when his mom gets upset, it's hell for a week.) Some teachers even gave him detentions, and he decided he would just do all of them in one day.
As lunch came around, Deidara figured this would be the luckiest period he had all day, but he was sadly mistaken. As he grabbed his wallet for his money he realized that — oh, right! He meant to get money from his dad today, because he was out. And he had forgotten today because he was late.
"Life hates me," he muttered to himself, going into the hallway outside of the cafeteria. "It really, really, really hates me."
The rest of his classes and gone on in the same manner the previous ones had — horrible and having that God-I-Just-Wish-This-Day-Was-Over feeling to it.
And then he went after school for detention and ended spending three hours in collaboration of all his slips, and finally, finally as he began to walk home in the sweltering heat, a car passed by him —
spewing mud from the previous nights rain all onto his uniform and hair.
And that was the last straw for him — he just blew up. He cursed to the sky, causing many near-by pedestrians to look at him strangely.
He collapsed on the curb of the sidewalk, his face in his hands, wondering what he did to offend Kami-sama so.
"Hey," a smooth, deep voice said, addressing Deidara. He lifted his head from his hands and looked up at the owner of the voice. It was a tall, pale man with a low, black ponytail and his uniform, holding out another uniform. "You look like you need this."
And as Deidara took the uniform from the man's hands, it felt like suddenly, the day was a lot better.
(A/N: My first drabble…. It's a little long to be a drabble, yet a little too short to be a one-shot…. Oh, well, it's a drabble in my book!
Next: ItaSaku for Homicidal Whispers.
After: ShikaTema for maravelous.
Please review, and thanks for reading!
—Midnight Freesia)
