Sigh, what has happened to my Beta? It's been about a month since I last heard from them. I have to leave all my stories unbeta'd and it's kind of making me nervous. I have no clue if what I'm writing sounds good before I post it. So, in order to calm my nerves a bit I have decided to look for a temporary Beta for my stories until I hear from my current Beta. If you are interested in being my temp. Beta let me know in a review or just send me a PM.
I've noticed that recently there has been a lack of yaoi Deidara fanfictions( which really annoys me :l ). There are some really good ones out there but it seems to take a while for them to be updated( another thing that annoys me. I try to update as soon as I can. If I can't I try to notify my readers ). I'm not trying to rant or anything but I'd like to see more stories out there! I would like to ask any writers reading this to try and update soon and for those readers out there maybe you should try writing one. If your scared to post It's okay. I was really nervous to see what people would think of my writing. To be honest I thought I was going to be flamed out the arse but I didn't. Most people try to be nice and give great criticism to help you as a writer not to discourage you from writing. So please go out there and deliver the fanfiction world some awesome stories! :D As a side note I just like to say to people that like to flame stories in a very rude manner, please just don't. If you don't like the story just don't read it. There is no need to attack someone for there writing. We(me) are not professional writers so there will be mistakes and we won't be winning awards so don't expect a "New York Times Best Seller". My rant is now officially over. XD
My left shift key won't work! It's starting to piss me off! Try not using it and see how annoying it gets. D:
Sorry 'bout that, now on with the story!
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Naruto
Warnings: Mpreg, Language, and Yaoi!
Akatsuki Wants A Baby
Chapter 2: Words Hurt
"Sure you don't want my children, brat?" chuckled Sasori has he turned the blonde around to face him. Taking Deidara's chin into his hand he softly placed a kiss on the blonde's slightly parted lips drawing a surprised gasp from the blonde. Always being one to take a given opportunity, Sasori slipped his skilled tongue past sinfully soft lips giving himself entrance to the blonde's cavern. He tried to coax his inexperienced partner to kiss back but was rewarded with a swift punch to the face. Sasori tumbled off of the bed and onto the hard floor where he rubbed his aching jaw.
"What the hell was that, brat?" asked the ego-bruised redhead as he stood to glare at the teen on the bed. Said teen just 'tch'd' in reply before standing up to glare back at his 'Danna'.
"A punch to the face, un! You can't just kiss me like that, Danna!" growled the upset blonde.
"Why can't I? Your my brat, meaning I can do whatever I want with you!" Deidara scoffed at the arrogance of his partner. I'm my own person, damnit! I can do whatever the hell I want. Stupid controlling puppet.
"That doesn't mean anything, un. No matter who you are you can't just start kissing someone and expect them to kiss you back. What you did was practically mouth rape, Danna." sighed the blonde. He knew this conversation would led to an even bigger argument. Their conversations always did. No matter what they talked about someone always tried to outmatch the other whether it was art, missions, or personalities someone had to be the winner. Well guess who's going to win this argument, Danna?
"Oh, don't act like you didn't want me to kiss you, brat. Why else would you ask me all of those questions?" Sasori countered as he brushed a few strands crimson hair out of his half-lidded brown eyes.
"W-Wah!" Deidara stammered, cheeks flushed candle apple red from both anger and embarrassment, as he flew an accusatory finger at the puppet master. "Y-You don't know what your talking about, un! I was just curious that's all. I bet the only reason you came into my room at all was to come and molest me, un!"
"Hn, whatever you say, brat." grunted Sasori. "You always start screaming at me like some hormone crazy woman. No wonder when you first joined this organization everyone thought you were a girl." Sasori grinned with mirth as he saw the blonde begin to fume.
"WHAT THE HELL, DANNA! I DO NOT SCREAM LIKE A WOMAN! TAKE IT BACK YOU BASTARD, UN!" the infuriated bomber screeched as his fists clinched in anger. The mouths inside his palms began to grit their teeth as his anger rose. No one understood how much it hurt for them to call him a girl. Back in Iwa he was teased and ridiculed everyday for being the 'girlie boy with freaky hands'. Those memories still brought tears to his eyes.
*Flashback*
A slender eight-yearold boy ran through the crowded streets of his village. His emerald green tunic fluttered as he sped towards his destination. The short brown shorts showed off lightly-tanned legs lined with lean muscles of a future shinobi. His tan sandals thumped against the dusty brown earth as his honey shoulder-length blonde hair flowed in the breeze. Glimpses of bright azure eyes could be seen as the fringe of blonde hair covering his left eye swayed with his steps.
"I can't wait to see all the other kids at the academy today, un!" giggled the innocent boy. Today was his first day at the shinobi training academy and he was happy he could finally make some friends. His parents believed a good shinobi should train as soon as they could walk and had no time for 'playing'. Due to his parents beliefs he only got to watch the village children play as he trained hard to make his father proud. He only wished he could take a break and play with the other children knowing his parents wouldn't approve. "I wonder what games we will play first. Maybe tag or even kickball, un! I can't wait!" With new found encouragement the boy ran faster until he finally reached the academy.
To say the building wasn't intimidating, would be a lie. Twentyfoot tanned brick walls lined with forest green centered with over-sized jade doors greeting anyone who visited. The doors were decorated with carvings of the Five-Tailed Dolphin-Horse, Gobi and it's holder Han. The large door-handles were wooden carvings of the Gobi, colored white with dark blue-green eyes circled with red, daring incoming visitors to open the doors. Deidara had never seen something so beautiful. "This is true art, un" he whispered under his breath as he reached up to open the doors leading to his future only to find out he was a tad too short to reach the handles.
"Let me get that for you little miss." said a heavily accented voice from the blonde's side. Turning quickly towards the voice he felt his cheeks light up in a small blush. There stood a tall handsome teen dressed in standard jounin gear smiling sweetly at him as he opened the door easily. He didn't know why but he seemed to feel a tiny flutter in his stomach when as he stared up at this teen. "Here yah' go."
"T-Thanks you sir, but I'm a b-boy, un." the flustered blonde stated. The kind gentleman just smiled down at the boy before extended a thin hand to ruffle the blonde's hair. Deidara pouted cutely before sticky out his tongue at the other. "That was mean, un!" he whined. Taking his time he looked at the teen to take in his features. Sand blonde hair styled to fall just above his eyelids brought out shining cerulean orbs and a bright white smile. This was the most handsome guy he had ever seen in his life!
"This is your first day at the academy, right?" Receiving a nod in return the teen continued, "Well then nice to meet you. I'll be your sensei while your here. You can call me Aoimoku-Sensei." 'Isn't he a little young to be a sensei?' the boy thought, 'he looks to be only fifteen!'. "Now, let's get you to where the other kids are." Aoimoku said as he led the blonde through the confusing hallways of the academy into a crowded classroom. He soon cleared his throat to get the attentions of the gossiping girls and rowdy boys whom filled the room. He motioned for Deidara to take a seat in a nearby desk before addressing the class. "Welcome to you first day at the Iwagakure Shinobi Academy. My name is Aoimoku-Sensei and before you ask I'm fourteen." He paused for the gasps of surprise, "Now let's go around the class and introduce ourselves so we can get to know eachother." Twenty students later it was Deidara's turn.
"Hi, I'm Deidara. I'm an eight yearold boy and I like to mold clay, un." Some boys grimaced at the boy they thought was a cute girl while the girls snorted in disgust at his favorite hobby. "Oh, and I also have these on my hands, un!" the blonde announce as he lifted his hands to reveal mouths on his palms. The tongues lolled out to exposed chewed pieces of clay Deidara had been molding. Screams of terror broke the grin on the blondes face as he looked up to see the horror-stricken faces of his classmates.
"Ewww, he's a freak!" a high voiced shrieked.
"That's just gross." a brunette muttered.
"What if he has some kind of disease! It could be contagious!"
"Ugh, that's nasty. I don't won't to be in the same class as a girlie boy with freaky diseased hands!"
"I'm surprised he's not wearing a skirt."
"His parents probably wanted a girl but got stuck with him."
"Yeah, that's why they left his hair so long so that they can just imagine he's a girl." Deidara eyes teared up at the insults. His parents were always a soft spot for him. He turned his head towards his teacher hoping for some kind of positive feedback to only receive something he wasn't expecting. A look of poor disgust was painted across the features of his first crush. Aoimoku glared at the blonde before yelling,
"Get out of my classroom, you freak. I never want to see your fa-" his words fell on deaf ears as Deidara ran out of the classroom in hysterical sobs. He sprinted through the street as he turned his back on the school where he would never return to.
*End Flashback*
Everyday after that he trained as hard as he could ignoring the other kids whispers, jokes, and gossip. He swore he would eventually get his revenge for that day and he did. When he left Iwa he had blown up the entire academy along with Aoimoku-Sensei not even shedding a single tear of regret, until today. Along with the angry tears Sasori's words brought up he also wept for his guilty consciousness. They didn't deserve to die for their ignorant words no matter how much they hurt him. He could have become the Tsuchikage and show them he wasn't a freak. I really shouldn't feel this guilty. No one in that village appreciated me or my art. Bastards.
"Why should I take it back, brat? You know you are effeminate so why deny it? You should ju-" Sasori stopped in mid sentence when he saw the tear stained face of his Akatsuki partner. "Brat, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just get the hell out of my room, un." the bomber muttered as he grabbed a change of clothes from his dresser. "I just need sometime alone, please." Surprised by Deidara actually asking please for something he complies. He stopped just in the door way to look back at the blonde.
"If you need anything you come straight to me, ok brat?" Sasori questioned as he slowly closed the door.
"Hai," Deidara answered just before the door closed. Once alone he sighed to collect himself before changing. The top was a long-sleeved midriff black shirt that hung loose around his navel with a fishnet undershirt to cover the rest of his abdomen(In other words the shirt stops just above the belly button and flows a little outward). He wore loose black khaki shorts that stopped at the middle of his thigh that was held up with a tan rope styled belt. He dropped himself onto the bed briefly to slip on black shinobi sandals that ended just at the bottom half of his shin before walking into the attached bathroom. He glared at his reflection. Red puffy eyes, smudged eyeliner, and tear stained cheeks really didn't help you cheer up. He quickly washed his face and reapplying his black eyeliner before frowning at his reflection once more. His hair was a mess. He looked like someone gave him a hair cut with a rusty kunai. He growled lowly as he attack the blonde mass with a hairbrush. Soon his honey blonde locks were once again beautiful in a half-high ponytail tied up with a ebony ribbon. There perfect. He smiled before making his way to the room of the only person he could talk to when he was upset.
Aoimoku- Japanese for 'blue eyes'.
So, I kinda lied in last chapter's author comments. Deidara didn't decide if he was going to take Pein's offer. I promise next chapter he will after he talks to the mystery 'person'.
So the sexy redhead didn't get any from the feisty blonde. Poor Sasori. D: I wonder who Deidara is going to go talk to since he made sure he looked hot before leaving. Oh wait, nevermind I know but you don't. You are going to have tah' wait.
I have new inspiration for this story so expect faster updates. Please let me know if there is any spelling or grammar mistakes. My computer doesn't have spell check sadly.
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