A/N: hello readers! I know it has been a while and the last chapter basically sucked so I am going to try to make it up by posting this next one! Also please wish me luck as I am entering our school writing contest! 1st place is like $200 so I'm excited! So anyway you don't wanna hear about me you came here to read about SakuxDei!

DISCLAIMOR: DO NOT OWN NARUTO!

Chapter 5

E for Endurance

His life, in one word could be described by some as "exceptional" or even "ideal", though to Deidara it was just enduring. Since his childhood he was always being pushed, always having had standards set for him by his parent's of where his academic skills should be. He never once complained however, and dealt with it. He would spend hours at night working strenuously on his homework, always striving for the best. Three weeks before finals at school he would go and check with all of his teachers to find any extra credit project he could do to keep his grades at their highest. Yes, indeed his life wasn't ideal, or exceptional, but rather so enduring. He was never a lazy child to any extent, up until the death of his parents at age 10. He had just taken the bus home from school. He had opened the red, paint-chipped front door of his house and walked inside locking the door behind him. The key cover was all the while tapping against the door as it swung from a ball chain at the base of the key. He walked with his heavily filled bag and two binders in his hand to his room. He threw the binders to the floor and chucked his bag on his bed. Simultaneously unzipping the bag and pulling out his books he began to work. Glancing at the clock to see when his mother would come home from work, he found that it was 3:45. So his mother should be back in another two to three hours.

-(Four hours later)-

Having completed his homework, eaten dinner, and taken a shower Deidara layed atop his bed. His long blonde curls were damp and stuck to the casing of his pillow, his skin soft and smooth was still warn form the hot shower. Staring intensly at the ceiling with his glassy-blue eyes he wondered about the traffic. 'mom must be either in traffic or had to stay later at the office.'

Deidaras mother was a lawyer for the government of Iwa city.