Okay! Second chapter, up! This chapter is all about Deidara's first day, hope you like it!

Deidara's Day

It was bright and early, and the busty red-haired office lady was giving and explaining his schedule to him. He wasn't really paying attention to her, just ogling those two works of art she had just dangling in front of him.

"Excuse me, Deidara, are you listening to me?" She asked.

"Huh? Oh uh, yeah, sure." He threw out an answer. She glared at him and handed him his schedule, ushering him out of her office. "Now go on, off to class with you!" She scolded. He mocked her and walked off, reading his schedule. He had something called English first. He walked into the class. There was a silver-haired teacher with a mask at the head of the class. Kakashi. The Copy Cat ninja. Didn't know he had time to be a teacher. Oh well. He took a seat next to a long black haired girl. It was the only seat open, and besides, she was kinda cute.

"Okay class…" Kakashi began teaching something about a guy who drinks poison and a girl who stabs herself over love. This is the kind of stuff Leader-sama wanted us to learn? How was knowing about this absurd fictional story going to get us higher paying missions? He rolled his eyes and flipped the bangs that fell over his left eye.

"Oh, Deidara?" Kakashi called out. Everyone turned around to look at him.

"What?" He replied, a little annoyed.

"I'm sorry, was I boring you?" Kakashi questioned sarcastically.

"Actually, yeah, you were." He answered uninterestedly. The class erupted in laughter.

"Okay then, go ahead on to the office. Maybe you'll find something interesting there."

"Great, thanks for the suggestion." He gathered up his things and left. I mean, maybe this whole school thing wasn't so bad. That was actually pretty nice of him.

When he got to the office, the busty redhead assistant was there again, and she rolled her eyes miserably when she saw him enter.

"What did you do?" She groaned.

He smiled seductively at her. "Oh, nothing really, I was getting bored in English so Kakashi suggested I come here."

She rolled her eyes and pointed to a chair. "Go sit over there, then. The principal's out, so I guess you'll just have to wait." She replied, and then went into a back room, leaving him there all by his lonesome self. After a long time, he got bored, and got up, leaving the office, wanting to find something even remotely interesting. He wandered the halls until he came upon a room with his favorite word written upon it.

"Art" it read, and he squealed like a girl (which people had been mistaking him for the entire day, not to mention his life) before running into the room.

"Hello!" He said arrogantly as he waltzed into the room like a king into his nation.

"Can I help you?" There was a beautiful blonde woman who stood at the front of the class, apparently the teacher.

"Ooh, she's cute." A guy whispered from the back of the room. He ignored it.

"Man, I'll tap that, you watch." Another replied arrogantly. Deidara was getting ready to puke.

"Uhm, yes, I'm a great artist." He replied, keeping his head high and ignoring the losers who were now talking about doing naughty stuff to me. Wonder what they'd do if they found out I was a guy? He chuckled at the thought.

"Oh…kay. Well then you can just take a seat right on over there." She pointed to a seat in the back next to a weird looking kid in a green jumpsuit with a black bow-cut. He sat in his seat and scooted as far away from the freak as he could before the teacher yelled at him.

"Okay, now everyone, as I was saying. Continue practicing your lines." Then, she went and sat down at her desk, doing something of her own. As much as he didn't want to, Deidara had no idea what to do so he leaned over the weird boy next to him.

"Psst." He whispered. The boy looked at him. Deidara flinched backwards, falling out of his chair. Man that kid's face was ugly!

"Hi! I'm Lee! You're very pretty, miss." He said, a little too energetically.

His eye twitched. He was not a damn girl! "Uhm, hi. What are we supposed to be doing?" Deidara asked, taking a peek at his work so far and decided to ignore the ugly kid's comment. Deidara was puzzled. All he saw on the boy's canvas were eight horizontal lines in four different colors.

"We're practicing drawing our lines. I'm already on my horizontals! Oh the power of my youth!" The kid shouted, admiring his artwork with watery eyes. Deidara looked at him, scooted his desk a little farther away and went back to his own canvas. Drawing lines? This wasn't art! Art was a bang! Art was something that would explode into the minds of those who saw it! Art was a blast of expression! Art was uncontrolled, art was something unique, something unimaginable!

He'd show them. He'd show all of them, just what art, really was. He reached into his pockets. But instead of pulling out his usual clay (Pein had taken it from him when he was asleep last night. Damn that Pein.) he pulled out canvas paper of his own. He replaced the regular canvas with his very own special one. Then, he reached into his other pocket and pulled out his own special paint. His hand began furiously painting, and when the period was over, the teacher walked around, examining everyone's work. When she got to Deidara's she was astonished.

"Oh my God, Deidara, this is the best artwork I've ever seen in my entire life!" She exclaimed. Her face beamed like the sun. Deidara nodded his head like 'yeahhh, I know bitch,' but then she frowned. "But it's not what the assignment was asking for. F." She replied, walking off to the freak in the jumpsuit next to him, Deidara was furious. F! In the short time he'd been here, he knew that meant the worst possible grade ever, that he failed. Well, he absolutely did NOT fail! He stood up angrily.

"Hey!" He shouted. She didn't even look back. "Hey, I did NOT fail! You failed! You think painting lines is art! He was completely outraged!

"Yes, I do think that's what art is. With art you have to practice-"

"What are you talking about, you old hag!" He shouted. "Art is an explosion of one's feelings! Art is a bang! Art is something crazy and shocking! How are you even an art teacher!"

She glared at him. "The principal's office, now." She ordered.

"Why does everyone like that place so much! I've been there, it's so boring!"

"Go! Now!" She yelled.

"You know what? I'll go. If you go and look at my art again. Go on, go look." He urged, pointing to his work. She narrowed her eyes but eventually went back to his art, a look of admiration on her face.

"Now, tell me that's not art." He demanded. She said nothing. "Tell me, Damnit!"

She still remained silent. "Fine! You don't believe me? I'll show you; I'll show you, that art is a BANG!" With that he let the bombs in the canvas paper explode.

Yeah, I left it at a little cliff hanger(: Anyways hope you guys enjoyed it! R&R! :D