Red String

Chapter 3

Sasori looked up in shock from his paper as he heard their art teacher yell at one of his classmates.

"Naruto! You're late!" she stated, voice escalating.

"Well you see Tsunade baa-chan I have a good excuse –"he started but was immediately cut off by the harsh voice the blond principal had.

"No excuses! If you're late again I will not be hesitant to put you in detention understand?"

"Y-yes baa-chan." He stuttered as he walked to his seat. Only then did Tsunade realize there was an equally blond haired teen outside the door waiting for permission to come in.

"Ah I almost forgot Deidara you can come in."

Just then, a teen with long blond hair entered inside the classroom. His hair was tied up into a half pony tail with his bangs covering his left eye exposing only one of his baby blues. He could've been easily mistaken for a girl if not for the boy's uniform he was wearing.

"Ok kid, introduce yourself to the whole class." She said as she gestured to the entire room.

"Hey un! My name's Iwa Deidara. I'm 16 and single. Please to meet you all un!" he said cheerfully as he grin making some girls (and even boys) blush at the sight.

Hush whispers were heard all around the room after the blond haired boy's introduction, most of them about how cute, sexy or hot he was. Sasori though didn't care. He had a feeling this boy was stupid and loud. Two characteristics he hated most in a person.

"Ok everyone. Before we start the class, if you have any questions directed to Deidara-san please speak up now because I will not allow unneeded blabbering when I start the lesson." Tsunade stated after the introduction.

A girl with blond haired tied in a pony tail then raised her hand in hopes of being the first one to ask a question.

"Yes Ino?" she called.

"Deidara-kun, can you be my boyfriend?" she asked, loud and clear.

"Hehe I'll think about it un." He replied sheepishly while part of the class snickered and some just sat there and gapped at the girl, shocked by her straightforwardness.

"I don't mean that kind of questions." Tsunade said as she shook her head in a disapproving manner. (a/n: but not really in a super bad way)

Another blonde then raised their hand and asked a question.

"Is that a guitar you're carrying?" he asked as he pointed at the case behind his back.

"Ah, Un."

"Really? Can you play for us then Deidara-san?" a boy with a white dog laid on his head and upside down triangle marks on his cheek requested only to be refused.

"You can ask Deidara to play later after the class." She announced receiving awws and sighs of disappointment. Everyone protested on the teacher's decision but was then silenced as a certain blue skinned teen spoke up.

"Hey Dei, right? Are you really a boy?"

Deidara's eye twitched as other teens chuckled at the question.

"Of course I am un!" he shouted irritably. He really hated it when people thought he was a girl. God having long blond hair doesn't mean you're a woman. And for god's sake haven't they noticed he didn't have breasts!

"You sure you're not just cross-dressing?" the teen countered.

"Why would I want to cross-dress un?"

"Hmm maybe because you're a lesbian or something?"

"I am 100% guy un! God what do you want, proof un?"

"Yup."

"Fine then is this proof enough un?" he shouted as he put his bag down the floor and took off his shirt revealing a fair creamy (and sexy xD) chest/upper body.

Blood, saliva and unconscious body stained the classroom as girls and boys drooled over the blonde's body and undergo massive nosebleeds. Hungry lustful eyes stared at the Deidara as the blond teen glared at the blue skinned boy who was by now laughing at the bold act the blond displayed. (if you're asking what's Sasori's reaction…let's just say he wasn't that affected with the blond's action)

"IWA DEIDARA! I DEMAND YOU TO PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON."

Deidara grumbled as he followed the teacher's instruction and put his shirt on, receiving looks of disappointment.

"Ok three more questions before we start the lesson." Tsunade stated as she looked at her watch. The introduction was taking up a lot of their time.

A student then quickly raised his hand.

"Deidara can you take off your shirt again?" a boy asked receiving shouts of approval.

"Sorry but that was a onetime thing only un." He smirked.

"I said you can ask Deidara questions not requests." She said sternly and strictly successfully getting rid of the dirty thoughts most students had.

"Fine then, got any hobbies?" the same guy questioned again.

"Hobbies? Well other than playing the guitar…art un!" He grinned, making half of the class's stomachs flip. Everyone admitted that the blond did have a smile that could make anyone's day. It just looked warm and kind.

"H-hey um. I-Iwa-san. W-why do y-you always s-say un?" a girl stuttered out.

He put his index finger in his chin and looked up as if the answer was complicated so he wanted to find a way to explain it simply.

"I got used to it un." He stated simply. There were a few nods of understanding and ohs from the class.

"Ok last question everyone." Tsunade stated as she got ready to start the class.

"Hey Deidara are you somewhat related to Iwa Yuko and Takara, the famous fashion designers?" a pink haired teen asked.

"Well they're actually my parents un."

Gasps echoed throughout the whole room as the blond gave his answer.

"Are you serious? Are you really the son of Iwa Yuko and Iwa Takara? I'm a fan of their's! You gave me another reason to love you Deidara-kun!" Ino shreiked out loud.

Voices erupted from the whole class as they talked about the new found information. A lot of them were in fact fans of the fashion couple, some even idolize them. There was not one person who wouldn't know the famous couple. Hell even Sasori knew and love them.

"Hey red you heard that! He's the son of Yuko and Takara! We actually have a semi-celebrities' son study here! Isn't that great?" The blue skinned teen gushed.

"Hn"

"Oh c'mon red. You don't have to hold your excitement inside of you ya know. Haha I know you love those two right?"

"I'm as excited as a child going to the dentist to get their braces for the first time." He said unenthusiastically but in truth the new kid did catch his interest.

"Ok everyone be quiet! That was already the third question so we are starting classes. Deidara you will sit beside Akasuna-san. Akasuna please raise your hand."

A hand popped out in the third row at the back to his left side. Deidara then proceeded to walk towards were the hand was. As he reached the empty desk and looked at his seatmate he was sure his heart skipped a beat. There he saw the cutest guy he had ever met, he had the reddest hair he has ever seen and the most beautiful muddy brown eyes –––. Screeeech wait…cute? Beautiful? Was his mind serious? Iwa Deidara is definatly not gay! Well at least he thinks he isn't…he was never actually sure about his sexuality because he never fell in love with anyone.

"Stop staring at me brat." A voice irritably said.

"Brat un?" he said, lips twitching. Well…this guy seemed like a jerk he thought matter-of-factly.

"Are you deaf? I don't like repeating myself."

And he stands correct.

"I'm not a brat and I wasn't staring un." He hissed.

"Excuse me Deidara. Is there a problem?" the blond haired woman asked.

"N-no un."

"Ok then. Please take your seat so we could start the lesson. Now let's start from where we left off yesterday. What is art?"

"Eternal.""Fleeting un!" Both answered at the same time.

"Are you an idiot brat? Art is obviously eternal. It is meant to last forever so that all will be able to admire its beauty for eternity." The red head explained as a vein popped in his head.

"Heh you're the idiot, art is fleeting un. It is only meant to be seen in a short period of time, and then it would disappear just like the wind, leaving its beauty behind in the minds and memories of people un."

"What's the use of creating art if it'll only disappear? Memories can be altered or even forgotten. True art is eternal."

"No it's fleeting un."

"Eternal."

"Fleeting un!"

"Eternal."

"Fleeting un!"

"It's Eternal brat."

"It's Fleeting jerk un!"

"Idiot."

"Bastard un!"

"Retard."

"Asshole un!"

"Dimwit."

"Dickhead un!"

"Shithead."

"Asswipe un!"

"Enough you two! I will not allow cussing in my class!"

Both remained silent as they continued to glare at each other.

"As much as I'd love to give detention to both of you it'd be disappointing if you get detention on your first day of school right Deidara? And it would be unfair if I only gave Sasori detention so…. I'd let both of you off with a warning. Now both of you stop glaring at each other and Deidara sit down! Everyone is entitled to their own opinion."

Deidara followed the angered woman and sat back down only then realizing he has stood up from his chair between the fight. Scratch everything good he said about the red head. He was totally a bastard.

"Tch, cross-dressing idiot." He heard the red head mumbled.

"What did you just call me un? Dammit I'm a guy!" he shouted drawing all the attention to them for the second time as he pounced on the red head making both drop to the ground.

Deidara sat on the red head's stomach placing both hands on both side of Sasori's shoulder preventing him from any movement that could enable him to stand up or switch their positions. The red head then held the blonde's wrist as he tried to pry Deidara's heavy weight off him so that he could have been able to breathe. But a sudden not so unfamiliar feeling overcame the redhead making him cease from trying to move the blond away from him as well as unintentionally making him replace his glare with a horrified expression.

The blond also stopped forcing a lot of pressure on the red head as he touched his wrist. Deidara finally saw the red string of the chocolate eyed teen on his left hand. Probably he wouldn't have cared even if he saw it but there was something different about Sasori's that mentally horrified him.

First instead of the usual thread being tied around one's pinky, Sasori's was tied loosely around his fingers just like Deidara's, it was strange really he never actually saw another person's thread tied around their fingers like his. But more importantly he saw whose thread connected with the red head's.

Sasori's string connected with Deidara just like a key with the correct lock.