I don't even know what to say. I'm just working my ass off here, writing all this chapters to not keep people waiting lol. Even though there are really few people reading this, compared to last time at least. Oh well, I HAD to re-do it. I couldn't post the old version of it on dA :S And If I was going to re-do it anyway, why not post the new chaps here as well? Okays, here's the chap:
Chapter 4
Oh god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Not happening. Scheisse. Shit. I'm going to be fucking LATE.
Deidara was literally running around in circles in his dorm room, looking for his scrunchie. He'd slept in and when he'd finally awoken, there'd been only 10 minutes left before the class started. At least Sasori had already been gone.
Deidara was almost ready now, the only thing left was his damn scrunchie. Just like there was no way he'd ever let anyonecut his hair, there was no way he'd everleave his room with his long blonde hair down. With his hair down, he wouldn't even be able to convince his own mother that he was a guy.
He stopped suddenly, swirling around when he realized he was supposed to have a spare one in his bag. Unzipping the lock, he began digging just as he heard a knock on the door. Cussing under his breath, he tried to ignore the irritating sound, guessing it would be just another student pleading to him to change roommates. If his calculations were correct, that would've made the fifth one that morning.
"Finally,"he hissed under his breath when coming across the right fabric at the bottom of his bag. He tore it out and, without doing his hair, dashed to the door and swung it open to put an end to the irritating knocking.
"No, I CANNOT CHANGE ROOMMATES WITH YOU! IF YOU'RE SO IN LOVE WITH THAT MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD, WHY DON'T YOU JUST MARRY HIM? YOU CAN MAKE THE REST OF HIS DAMN GANG YOUR BRIDESMAIDS. IN MY OPINION, THEY LOOK GOOD IN PINK,"Deidara yelled, his eyes closed tightly to make his grimace fuller. Only after spitting the last word at the intruders did he spare a glance at them, his grimace turning into a shocked expression in a second.
He froze for a second, recognizing the stunned faces of Pein, Kakuzu, Hidan and Itachi staring right at him. Whatever they had been expecting, this had not been it. Pein's fist was still raised, left in that position from when he'd knocked.
"Oh shit," Deidara muttered, automatically slamming the door shut in their faces. I am so dead,he thought, his brain still processing what had just happened. Back against the door to make sure no one got in, he took a minute to pull his thoughts together. One deep breath and... exhale again slowly. He glanced at the clock and experienced the panic attack all over again.
1 minute left.
Deidara grabbed his books from the shelf and dashed frantically out of the room, brushing against Pein on his way. "He's not in there!" Deidara shouted at them when he passed, not daring to slow down. I am so going to get killed for that,he thought, mentally smacking himself against the head a thousand times for being so reckless. But could he do? It was in his nature to be reckless.
He got to his History class just in the nick of time, hurriedly sprinting down the aisle and plopping down on his seat next to Sasori. Leaning against the backrest and staring in front of him without seeing anything, he waited for his breathing to return to normal. He was aware of the pair of brown eyes gazing at him. He didn't want to look into them. Leaning forwards, he yanked off a blank page out of his notebook and started writing.
Your LOVELY gang was looking for you
He shoved the note at Sasori. Quirking an eyebrow at it, the redhead let his eyes run over the sentence before he shook his head. He began writing and slid the paper back.
They weren't looking for me.
The crease between his eyes expressed Deidara's confusion when he stared at his roommate, his lips pressed tightly against one another in a straight line.
They showed up behind our door, Deidara wrote, hating the fact that there had to be anything 'our' between him and Sasori. There were stuff that belonged to him, and then there were stuff that belonged to Sasori. There would never be anything that'd be shared. Hell no, Deidara would rather give up on things than share them with the redhead.
Sasori chuckled – what an annoying sound it was, it irked the blond -, before writing back.
I sent them
Deidara's face turned into a huge question mark. He felt like writing a whole paragraph on subjects such as Sasori's bullying complex, his irrational thinking and – of course – how much he annoyed the blond. But he thought better of it when the teacher passed their table and he had to cover the piece of paper with his hand. A short message would have to do, if he didn't want to get caught.
Why THE HELL would you do that?
To wake you up~
1 MINUTE BEFORE CLASS? And I repeat: WHY ?
I didn't want you to miss the whole class
Hypocritical bastard
You are welcome
Deidara gaped at the paper, staring in disbelief. How full of oneself could one be? There had to be some limits! Limits that Sasori had obviously already crossed.
"I was already awake,"he hissed, turning to face the redhead. Sasori flashed a broad smile at him and looked like he was about to say something, when they both flinched at the teacher's piercing voice.
"Mr. Iwaga, is there anything you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"
Deidara felt like hitting the teacher. His eyes darted down to the table. Of course, blame me, since I was obviously talking to myself. This school was making him want to blow something up. Not that he wouldn't have wanted to do that while being anywhere else, but this place was seriously worsening that urge.
"No, sir," gave a smug nod before turning away to continue with his lecture hardly anyone was listening to.
Deidara let out a frustrated sigh he tried to muffle with his hand, and scribbled one last line on the paper, shoving it at his desk-mate. Deidara didn't even bother looking at him.
Please, remember that I truly hate you.
Sasori took the note and put it away before the teacher could spot it.
Deidara tried not to brush against anyone as he moved towards his friends' table in the cafeteria. He kept glancing nervously at his bowl brimming with hot soup, while still trying to watch where he was going. He was aware of the fact that he was walking even slower than an overweight snail, but decided it to be worth it, if he managed to reach the table without spilling any soup on his tray.
Eyes on the bowl, he could see it flipping over with the tray in a flash motion. The next thing he knew, hot liquid was burning his skin through his T-shirt and he'd spilled both the tray and the bowl.
"What the fu-?" he started to say when he looked up and recognized the face. The sentence turned into a low groan. Hidan, the one who had slammed the tray all over him, was standing in front of him, Kakuzu and Kisame hovering behind him. Deidara could almost feel all the eyes in the cafeteria staring at them. They just had to pick a fight, didn't they? Couldn't live without him, eh?
"Dude, what's your fucking damage?" Deidara yelled, wishing they'd just leave him alone. He wasn't in this school to fight and be the hero who saves the day by taking down the bullies! He couldn't care less about the bullies! He just wanted to live in peace for some time. Was that too much to ask for?
"You were talking about a marriage earlier today," Kakuzu started, cracking his knuckles in a way that made Deidara want to cover his ears and scream. But he didn't. Instead, giving everyone the feeling of déjà vu, he started to laugh, leaving an impression that he needed therapy. "Oh, you mean this morning?" he asked, although there was already no doubt about it. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean it. To be honest, I don't think pink is your colour."
Deidara sensed that Hidan was about to grab him by his shirt, so he hopped a couple of steps back to avoid the male's grasp and grabbed the nearest bowl, which happened to be Neji's, shoving it into Hidan's face. "FOOD FIGHT!"he yelled.
Not for a second had he thought this would work. He had seen it in many American movies, but had always thought there'd be no way for it to happen in real life. And now, there he stood, yelling the command like a general in front of an army, and watched multiple trays start to fly through the air.
In less than a minute, the cafeteria was filled with noise and flying food, ruined clothes and screaming teenagers. Deidara stared wide-eyed. He couldn't believe it. Even in Japan?
Before he could get hit by a straight head-shot, Deidara ducked, hearing someone behind him getting hit instead. After a minute of staring at his personal miracle, the blond came to the realization of how much trouble he was in. Not only was he going to be blamed for the whole thing, but he had also slammed a bowl of hot soup all over the face of one of the most dangerous bastards in the school.
What were they going to do? Deidara glanced around quickly, not able to spot them. Shove his head into a toilet? He was so not going to sit around and wait for that to happen.
Willing to leave the battlefield alive, Deidara started moving towards the exit, ducking and dodging from time to time, trying to stay invisible. After pushing the door open, he broke into a run. While he was still looking behind at the cafeteria entrance, he wasn't exactly paying attention to where he was going, until he barged into someone. They both fell down with a loud smash (and a couple of 'ows'), Deidara landing on top.
The blond was about to mutter his sincerest apologizes, when he took notice of the person beneath him. Hello, my next nightmare, he thought.
"Hey, hottie. Where's the fire?"
Deidara got up in an instant, even more worried over the pose someone could find them in than over what had happened in the cafeteria. He swirled around and was about to flee, but Sasori had got up as well and put his hand around the blond's waist before he had the chance to escape. "I mean it, where are you going?"
"Not. Your. Business." Deidara hissed, struggling to get free. He put his hands against Sasori's chest and tried to push away, but to no avail.
"I'll let you go, if you tell me," Sasori promised with a smile that bared his white teeth.
Deidara looked at him sceptically, but decided that he didn't have a choice. "Hidan slammed a food tray all over my shirt to get back on me for the things I yelled at them in the morning. In return, I splashed Neji's soup over his face and started a food fight," he explained in one breath, not stopping with the struggling. "Now if you excuse me, I'd like to take my leave before your moronic friends get here and beat the shit out of me."
Sasori burst out laughing so hard he almost let the blond go, but collected himself soon enough to tighten his grip. "You are quite the rebel. I haven't met anyone who could even look straight into Hidan's eyes for ages, let alone throw food into his face."
"You. Promised!" Deidara whined noisily, while still trying to get out of the redhead's grip. His face was cringed up in a grimace. Had he seriously just made the mistake of trusting his roommate? Was he stupid or what?
Sasori laughed out loud again, wrapping his other hand around the blond's waist, pulling the blond's back even closer to his chest.
"Do you really expect me to keep such an idiotic promise?" he breathed against Deidara's neck, his cold breath brushing against the skin. "Why would I ever let go of the hottest person I've stumbled upon? Or, to be accurate, who has stumbled upon me."
"Because, promises are meant to be kept," Deidara hissed and began to take steps forwards, in spite of the redhead clinging to him like clue. "Like this one – I promise that if I ever escape your grip, I'll beat you until you fall down in pieces."
"Let me rephrase that for you," Sasori said, not letting the blond's struggling bother him. "You will beat me up, if I let go. Guess I have no other choice then than to hold on to you forever."
Deidara growled in frustration, while continuing with his attempts of moving forward. "Now that I think about it, I'd much rather be held by Hidanthan you," he muttered, not knowing what he was trying to accomplish by saying that.
"Ouch." Sasori chuckled. "It hurts, but I will let him know."
"You-" Before Deidara could spit the rest of the words of his threat, an announcement cut him off.
"Deidara Iwaga, into my office."There was no mistaking Tsunade's voice.
Deidara kept staring at the speaker while cussing under his breath, Sasori's face pressed into his blonde hair. "Want me to show you the way?"
"No, you moron," Deidara snapped at him. "Now let me go!"
Oh, and Akasuna, get your ass in here now.
"Come in you two," Tsunade's voice came from the other side of the door, before Deidara got the chance to knock. He pushed the door open and stepped in, Sasori right behind him. Tsunade pointed at the two chairs on the other side of her desk, giving them the permission to sit down.
"I take it that you both know what you're here for."
Deidara gave a low "yes" the exact same time Sasori put on his innocent face and said "no" in a voice that declared he was ready to deny everything. A playful smile spread on his lips, Sasori leaned back in the chair.
"Don't play dumb, Akasuna," Tsunade snapped at him, giving him a stern look. "Or do you think that sneaking into the girls' dormitory with Pein isn't a good enough reason?"
Sasori laughed, throwing his head back. "Oh that. I'd almost forgotten. That was fun," he said while grinning, without any hints of remorse. "By the way, why isn't that fucker being punished then? Why only me?"
Tsunade rolled her eyes, giving Sasori the you-will-never-learn look. "I've already talked to him."
"Now, Deidara," the woman said, much less strictly, turning to look at the blond who'd been quiet this whole time. "I know you had a very good reason for slamming a bowl into that basta-, I mean, Hidan's face, but you do know it's against the school rules and therefore a punishment is required."
Eyes on Tsunade's desk, Deidara nodded, keeping his mouth shut.
"So, as a punishment," Tsunade started, sinking back in her chair, "both of you are going on a cleaning-duty in the cafeteria every evening, except for the weekends, until the end of this month."
"Bothof us?" Deidara gasped while Sasori yelled "HELL YEAH!"making Tsunade roll her eyes before nodding at Deidara.
"From 8.30 pm, until the place is spotless. That will be from 8pm for you, Akasuna," the principal added the last line to stop Sasori's cheering.
"Damn," the redhead said before shrugging. "Oh well, good enough."
"But headmaster!" Deidara began, slamming his palms against the desk. "You can seethat this isn't a punishment for him at all! He's actually enjoyingthis. And Iwon't even survive! He'll hang me with his strings or something, if I'm lucky.Most probably I'll just get raped right there on the spot. I'd much rather clean the whole school every evening and night by myself than spend one evening with him in the-!"
Deidara was cut off by Tsunade raising her hand. "Deidara, you'll be spending all of your evenings and nights with him anyway, since you're roommates. And from what I've been told, you aren't someone who couldn't stand up for himself. As for it not being a real punishment for him, I've given up any hope I might've had for him changing his ways years ago. We're giving him punishments only to limit his spare time while he can do the damage."
"It's really that hopeless?" Deidara whispered to Tsunade, acting as if Sasori wasn't even there. The principal nodded, an overly dramatic expression on her face.
"Now get to class," Tsunade dismissed them, taking out Cosmogirl from her drawer.
To be continued...