Wrong Side of the Tracks Ch 9
Wednesday, lunch period.
Deidara had stayed true to his word and avoided the punks altogether. However the other blonde kept staring down at them giving them the evil eye ever so often. Tobi too would glance down at them every now and again until Zetsu would look at him and then he would flush red and look away.
So much had changed in just over a week. For some odd reason their lives had become somewhat entangled with the rich boys' of "King's Court" They had all been going to school together for the last three years. Not once had they ever paid any attention to one another. They had stayed in their territory and the rich kids had stayed in theirs. Now it seemed that their lives were beginning to mesh and Sai didn't like it one bit.
He knew something was up between Tobi Uchiha and Zetsu. He knew something was up between Kisame and Itachi Uchiha as well. Now the blonde rich boy was out to start something with Sasori. How many times did he have to say it? "Rich and poor don't mix." It seemed that no one was listening to him anymore.
Sasuke Uchiha had the same idea in mind as he watched his friends, cousin and brother become caught up with the punks below them. He himself had decided it wasn't a good idea and so he stayed clear. However he could see that the dark haired boy seemed to feel as he did. He could tell by the way the boy rolled his eyes and shook his head in disapproval.
Kakuzu remained neutral on the whole subject. He didn't care for the rich kids or their better than thou attitudes. He made good money at the store and his bills were all paid. What did they have that he didn't? More money maybe but he had a place to live and a good steady job. He was happy with his life and no rich kids would ever make him feel bad about it.
His parents had died when he was young. His father died of cancer when he was 2 and his mother of heart disease when he was 12. He had learned early on how to take care of himself. He had emancipated himself at 16 and had gotten the job at the store all on his own and he had never looked back on the past. He looked towards the future.
He had found his own trailer as well and now he was saving for a truck to get him back and forth to work and school and wherever he needed to go. Life was as good as he wanted it to be and he wasn't going to waste his time arguing with a bunch of rich kids. If his friends wanted to get caught up in it, let them as long as it didn't affect him.
He glanced to the rich kids and shook his head. He was about to go back to his poker game when he noticed a silver haired boy from "King's Court" look his way. The boy nodded and Kakuzu nodded back. He turned to his game and the boy went back to his conversation with his friends.
It was all just superficial stuff with the rich kids. Their pride or their egos had been insulted. Therefore they had to throw their prosperity around. Deidara using his dad against Sasori and Tobi thinking that Zetsu owed him something for colliding with him was just that. It was nothing but a power play. The short haired blonde had gotten involved because he thought that maybe more of them together would scare them into submission.
But then they didn't know Sasori or Gaara and they would never fall for that. Zetsu was a force all of his own. He too was hard to shake. They all were with the lives they had been given. Were they jealous of the rich kids? No, they weren't. They were actually sorry for them. They had no idea what life was outside of mommy and daddy and soon enough they would be thrust into the world. They would still have mommy and daddy there to bail them out if they got into a fix.
The poor boys knew how to stand on their own two feet. They didn't have parents to bail them out of anything. They had to save themselves or try to save each other. They wouldn't have it any other way. They were strong willed and strong in mind. They knew how to make split decisions when they needed too.
Of course that wasn't applying to this poker game as of now. Zetsu was now arguing with himself about which one to keep and which to throw away. He had a split personality and it was usually under control with meds. But today however he must have been feeling the strain of the decision. Sasori sat back against his chair with his prosthetic arm hanging over the back waiting patiently to call their bluff.
Kisame having scars on either side of his face that looked like gills always had a bad habit of rubbing them when he was getting nervous. He eyed Sasori knowing he was going to somehow stick him with a bad hand. Kakuzu had been in a car accident when he was 4 so he had scars that covered most of his body. He had scars running from the corners of his mouth out across his cheeks making him appear to have a permanent smile.
To each other they were unique. To anyone else they were freaks of nature. Kisame looked like a shark, Zetsu looked like the Schitzo he is and Kakuzu looked like an axe murderer. Gaara and Sai just looked emo and Sasori was about the only one who looked normal unless you got inside his head and then the normal theory went right out the window.
It was only a matter of time though; before the rich kids ended up learning about life in a different world then the on they were used too. Because unbeknown to any of them their world were about to collide even more.