Deidara shut his locker, then set off down the hallway to get to his next class. He wasn't really enthusiastic about it; he'd gotten lost at least two other times since this morning, and he'd been late to every class before now.
"Ugh, if only this school wasn't so confusing, un," he mumbled to himself, slipping through the maze of people.
As the blonde passed a janitor closet, a hand shot out of it and pulled him inside. Deidara, taken by surprise, wasn't able to resist and didn't even realize anything until he heard the door lock. He was about to scream for help when a hand slipped over his mouth.
"Shh," a voice said. "We don't want anyone finding us in here, do we?" The voice was gentle and calming, and immediately the blonde responded the way it wanted him to. "Good…" The person the voice belonged to smiled, then stripped his victim in the blink of an eye. While Deidara was dazed, yet again, the attacker took advantage of the moment and slipped a girl's uniform on the blonde. With a smirk, he unlocked the door and opened it enough to slip out. "Have fun," he taunted. Right before his attacker slipped out, the light fell on him, and the blonde was able to see exactly what his looked like.
Deidara's cheeks flushed and he ground his teeth together. "God dam that red-headed punk," he growled.
Zet wiped a tear from his eye from having laughed so hard. "Oh, God, did you seriously put him in a girl's uniform, Sasori?" he choked out between laughs.
Sasori flashed a wicked grin at the black-skinned boy. "Oh, yes, I did," he confirmed smugly. "And you should've seen him, too. Didn't know it was happening till I was out of the room." He flicked his lighter on and lit his cigarette. After he blew the smoke out, he smiled knowingly to himself. "Wonder how he's dealing with it."
"Well, it is lunchtime," Kakuzu pointed out. "Why don't you go see?"
Sasori smiled wickedly again. "You know, I'll do just that."
Deidara sat off by himself at a corner table, his head down. From across the lunchroom, whistles and gestures were made towards him, and with each one, his anger grew.
"Motherfucker…" he grumbled. He looked up and glared across the room at the jock table.
"Now, that isn't very nice…" a soft voice commented.
Deidara started at the sound of that voice and looked up at his attacker from earlier. "What the fuck do you want?" he growled, his one visible eye sparking with clear hatred.
Sasori slipped onto the bench next to Deidara and smiled innocently. "I just wanted to see how the new kid's doing," he answered nonchalantly. "There's nothing wrong in that… is there?"
Deidara 'hmphed,' then turned back to glare at the jock table. After a few minutes, he muttered, "You're a jackass, you know that?"
Sasori pretended to look offended and asked in a hurtful tone, "But what ever did I do?"
Deidara snorted. "You know very well what you did," he growled.
Sasori leaned his elbow on the table and rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. He smiled smugly and murmured, "Oh, but you look so good in that uniform…" He reached over and played with Deidara's ponytail for a second, then pulled his hand back before the blonde could break it.
Deidara tensed up when Sasori started to play with his hair, then stood up and stalked out of the cafeteria. As he was leaving, he took a glance back at the red-haired boy that had been harassing him, and he saw that he was watching him with a smug smirk playing on his face.
