I'm glad a few people like the first chapter, thanks so much. As a note this fic will contain some rape, and though it is considered sick by nature it does tell a story. I'll still continue because I love these characters and want to tell a story of them in alternate universe. Thus is the life of a writer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Kishimoto-san owns all the characters and copyright. I do own Saiai and Muteki though, and maybe a few more characters later on. As I said, this is an update by time fic.
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"Juunin Toiro"
By Invader Nicole
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Deidara fiddled with the one of the chains on the sides of his pants, letting the metal clink against the chair he sat in; sound mixing with the constant typing on keyboards and yelling of "I need a runner!" that came from the main office of Karuni Kouyougakou. 'So this is the school foster-dad stuck us in? It could be worse, yeah. They could be making me stand in the hallway like a kid, yeah." He watched as his sister left the room he was sitting outside of, bowing to the counselor inside and saying "Arigato gozaimasu, kansera." She turned to him, winked and left without saying a word.
"Tsuchikage, Deidara."
"Coming, yeah."
Deidara entered the office, bowing to the person who typed away at the keyboard like so many around them. The office was small, the carpeting a navy blue color Deidara noticed as he tried to avoid looking at his counselor.
"Deidara-kun."
"Gomen; I'm sorry, but what did you say?"
His counselor sighed and Deidara finally looked up to avoid being rude and his first thought was 'Whoa, she's beautiful.' The counselor had a light tone of black hair cut into different lengths that rested delicately over her shoulders. Her eyes were a bright crimson red that matched her lipstick and had a nice contrast to her alabaster-colored skin. Lilac eye shadow covered her eyelids and long lashes. Her clothes appeared to be a dress made of long, white material and bandages, barely reaching her knees. He could see her right arm was covered in a loose red sleeve reaching her fingertips, and other arm was wrapped in bandages from wrist to elbow.
"I said my name is Yuuhi Kurenai, and I'll be your counselor until you graduate."
"Hai, Kurenai-sensei."
"If you have any problems you can come to me or any of the other counselors and teachers to talk about it. I've already discussed your sister, brother, and your schedule with your father so everything is all set."
Deidara nodded, fully knowing their foster father had 'attempted' to understand his kids more by selecting their classes and guessing what interests they had for electives. He guessed Saiai's schedule pleased her since she seemed content when she left. Deidara prayed he didn't have any difficult classes for his junior year in a new school. He accepted the paper Kurenai handed him, bowed, thanked her, and left just had sister did. As he looked it over he sighed in relief as he saw he had geometry first period, an easy subject for him. As he wandered the halls searching for room 429 he began to worry, having no idea where he was going or how to get back to the counselors office. As he was thinking it best to just wait for a student or teacher to pass by he shivered as he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He turned quickly and looked around him, spotting no one, but not being to rid himself of the feeling.
"Strange, yeah."
Relaxing at the empty hallway he instantly froze as he felt a strong grip of his right shoulder and turned within a second, knocking the hand off. His blue eye darted upwards to the hand-bearer's face since he was about half a foot taller. The first thing he sensed was the odor of marijuana and the cold, empty feeling at the pit of his stomach. The male bent a little lower to his face level, letting Deidara get a good look at his face. Sleek chin-length black hair and a light tan complexion were his facial features along with a pair of onyx black eyes that seemed to look right through him.
"You're new, who are you?" the stranger asked, not even bothering to say his name.
"Deidara," leaving out the Tsuchikage part, he didn't need that fact that he was the foster child of one of the Kages out just yet.
"No last name? I am Uchiha Itachi," the figure said, extending his hand.
Deidara shook his hand, glad that he had put on a pair of fingerless gloves before entering the counselors office. He noticed the silver and red ring with a kanji symbol on one of Itachi's fingers and purple nail polish that coated Itachi's nails. 'Is he a yanki or part of the Yakuza?'
"Where are you from?"
"Iwagakure, my family and I just moved here, yeah." Deidara didn't know why, but he seriously regretted telling Itachi all this info about himself. He knew he lacked friends, but to him, Itachi didn't seem like someone he wanted to get to know. With his mechanical left eye hidden behind his hair he could easily see Itachi looking at him from different angles while his one blue eye took an interest to the floor.
"What do you have for first period? You appear lost."
Deidara handed Itachi his schedule, forgetting the fact that his full name, age, sex, address, and phone number was on that slip of paper. He saw Itachi smirk and look back at him. "You and I have first period together, along with phys ed and lunch."
"Great," Deidara muttered, sounding regretful. He let Itachi grab his wrist and bring him up a flight of stairs and around two hallways. As he passed each classroom he took a peek, hoping to see Saiai in one. Instead he and Itachi stopped in front of a door across from the printer room and next to the school library. "All the floors have numbers for each room, like 429 is on the 4th floor and your history class is 321, it's on the 3rd floor. The ones with the 'N' mean the new building, where you take the walkways or stairs to get to. Get it?"
"I think so, yeah." The floor system sounded confusing what with two buildings, four floors each, different numbers, stairways and bridges between each.
Itachi handed Deidara back his schedule and opened the room, all eyes turning to the two of them. Deidara blushed a bit as the kids turned their heads to look at him and stopped doing their work. The teacher, a male with a cocoa skin color, brown spiked hair in a high ponytail, and a scar across the bridge of his nose gave Itachi an unpleasant look.
"Itachi-kun, you're late. What have you done now?"
"Nothing, Iruka-sensei, I was on my way to the bathroom when I found Deidara-chan in the 3rd floor south hall. He seemed lost so I helped, and what luck that he's in this class."
Deidara blushed at Itachi's familiarity and noticed Iruka's unease increased as he glanced at Deidara from head to toe, checking if he was unharmed before smiling at the boy. 'What's with these people?' Pushing away his negative thought he walked to the teacher's desk, handed Iruka his schedule and watched as he wrote down Deidara's name in his student grade book. "Class, this is your new classmate; Tsuchikage, Deidara."
Deidara felt like shriveling up as the teacher happily announced he was what sounded like, the blood child of the Earth Kage. His classmates gave him a strange look, whispers similar to 'another Kage kid' and 'dude, she's flat,' were said. Deidara narrowed his eye, zoning on the one who made the last comment, ready to barrage the boy with a stream of insults before Iruka stopped him; also hearing the not-so-silent comment. "Is there anything you'd like to tell us about yourself, Deidara-kun?"
'Think, this is your chance for them to get to know you, yeah. Say something!' "Not really."
"Are you sure?" Iruka asked again, a bit disappointed Deidara wouldn't open up.
"I'm sure, yeah."
"Alright then, please sit in the last room, second to last seat."
"Hai," Deidara said, nodding and walking to the seat, Itachi walking behind him. 'Guess the last seat's his. Lucky me, yeah.'
As Iruka told the class about parallelograms and their measurements Deidara reviewed his schedule, sighing in relief as it seemed easy enough. 'First period is geometry on the 4th floor. Second period is photography on the 4th floor new building. Third chemistry is on the 4th floor. Fourth is English on the 3rd floor new building. Fifth is physical education on the first floor. Sixth is lunch in the cafeteria or outside. Seventh is drawing composition on the 4th floor new building. Eighth is history on the 3rd floor.'
As Deidara was writing notes in one of his notebooks he paused as he found a folded piece of paper resting on the corner of his desk. Glancing at it he saw his name written in katakana on the top and decided 'why not?' Opening it he found the short message "Want to have lunch together at my house? -Itachi" 'This is strange.' Writing down his reply he folded the note up again and passed it on the side facing away from the class. He felt the note leave his hand and returned to his notes. As the class bell rant at 9:12 he heard Itachi whisper "I'll see you at your locker then," as he walked off.
"My locker? Do I even have a-" he stopped, realizing Itachi must've read it on his schedule before. As he gathered his things and was leaving the class Iruka asked him to stay behind and that he would write him a pass to his next class. Nodding, knowing he couldn't refuse, Deidara waited until everyone left and Iruka closed the door behind the last student. Deidara wondered what Iruka could've wanted to say, he was new and sure he would catch up with everyone in due time.
"Please be careful, Deidara-kun."
'What?' That certainly wasn't what he was expecting. "Why should I have to be careful, Iruka-sensei?"
"With Itachi-kun. It's none of my business, but I did get worried when I saw you with him. Itachi has been known for causing problems among other students, making them uncomfortable and forcing them to do things they wouldn't normally want to. Just be careful, okay?"
Deidara felt himself nod but wasn't sure. What Iruka told him didn't exactly register to him yet. He watched as Iruka wrote him a pass to photography class, but he couldn't help but wonder what Iruka was warning him about. 'I did get a weird feeling when I first met Itachi, but I don't know him well enough yet to judge him just yet.' Deidara took he pass his teacher gave him before bowing, leaving the class and walking to the halls, hoping he would get to second period without getting lost again.
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What'd you guys think? Hope you liked it; I'll get the third chapter up soon. As a response to the first review, yeah, Deidara does have the mouths on his hands still, but he's hiding them in school so far. I mentioned he still had them in the shower scene of the first chapter. Yeah, anyway, please review, thanks. –Invader Nicole
