Hey readers, I am so sorry for the delay. I really have no excuses what with Spring Break and all. I had an idea on how to start the chapter, but when I re-read it I was unsure and decided to try again. Hope you guys like the new chapter. Also, don't know why wasn't allowing me to log-in or upload all week, so sorry about that too. Ja ne (later). –Invader Nicole
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Naruto, all rights go to Kishimoto. Perhaps I own the little world I created though . . . . hm . . . maybe not seeing as the school is based off my own and such. Oh well.
P.S.: The name of this chapter and the song lyrics at the end don't match each other, different songs and bands, I know. I just felt that this song name better fit the chapter rather then the lyrics title.
"Juunin Toiro"
Chapter Four: One Step Closer
By Invader Nicole
Walking into the classroom Deidara saw that no one was there yet except for a person in the first seat of the row farthest from the door. He noticed the teacher wasn't there yet either so he just sat in the seat behind the other being. Passing their desk he caught a whiff of gardenia and Old Spice as he took in their appearance. Long, dark brown hair was tied at the small of the persons back, the tips almost reaching the waistband of the large jeans that nearly smothered the black Etnies brand shoes. Deidara could see the tight, brown shirt that clung to pearl white skin rising and falling as the person inhaled and exhaled in a doze. A light snore could be heard coming from under the curtain of dark tendrils as the head rested inside the crook of the elbow.
'Should I wake her up? If class starts she might get in trouble for sleeping, yeah.'
"Excuse me," Deidara said as he tapped the left shoulder of the sleeper. All he got as a response was a slight shrug of the shoulder and an incoherent message of "fi mo minuz gawa." His next attempt was shaking them awake, but that only seemed to increase the slumber. As a last approach he poked the stomach lightly, whispering "Miss. Miss, please wake up. Class is goin-"
"What did you call me!" asked the now awake sleeper as they turned to Deidara who backed up against his desk as his one blue eye and mechanical one met a pair of pure white pupils, corneas, and irises surrounded by pulsating veins at the sides.
"A chick. Sorry, that was my fault. I was trying to wake you up and I didn't get a look at your face." Deidara explained as he tried to calm the obviously angry male.
"Damn straight it is! I've never been called a girl before so don't get me mixed up in that category," the long haired student said as he rose from his desk to tower over Deidara. "Women can be so stupid sometimes."
Seconds passed between the two after he said that until Deidara understood what the taller male meant by the insult.
"Don't call me a chick just 'cause I thought you were one!" Deidara yelled back, now angry that this person had either mistakenly called him a female or did it purposely to anger him.
"You really think I'm that immature to play a game of name-calling? It's not my fault you look like a totally flat chick who doesn't know how to do their hair or dress themse-"
The insult stopped as Deidara lunged from his desk for the taller male; ignoring the fact that he stood at least a head shorter and didn't have muscles like the other did. Landing on top of the boy Deidara straddled him at the hips and attempted to grab at the twisting arms and wrists to keep him from struggling under his own body. He gasped as the bigger male punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of the blonde and taking advantage of the pause to latch himself free and kick at Deidara. Deidara hissed in pain as he became airborne as he half-slid across the tiled floor and his back crashed against the room's radiator. He shut his one good eye and raised his arms in defense to block the punches he knew were coming. Seconds passed and he felt no pain. Opening his eye he saw the pair of white eyes, shaking as they stared at something at the door, fist raised and ready to hit the blonde that dared not to move.
"Neji? What happened?"
Deidara turned to the door where he swore he heard the low voice come from. In the entryway he saw a small kid that looked like either a freshman or sophomore, what with the height shorter than even his own and gaunt-like frame. A black Slipknot concert T-shirt hung loosely from his body as did a belt that barely held up a loose pair of black pants with steel handcuffs hanging from the side pockets in a chain formation to the back pockets. A shock of red hair grew from his head, reaching the tips of his ears with bangs covering most of his right eye and exposing the red 'Ai' tattoo on the left side of his forehead. Luminescent green eyes surrounded by messy black eyeliner stared unblinking and nervously at the two.
"Neji, did you get into another fight?" the redhead asked, hoping the now identified male wouldn't lie. It was hard to deny even when Neji lowered his fist to his side, uncurling the fingers and lowering his head to not look at the smaller person or the blonde that lay on the floor.
"Hai," Deidara heard Neji mutter as he refused to look towards the door. "Gomenasai, Gaara. I-I didn't mean to . . . it just happened. I didn't plan for it or anything," Neji explained as his hands shook with sadness and anger. He looked up to see Gaara looking at the floor at the entrance before quietly leaving the room. "Gaara!" Neji called out as he ran from his spot, forgetting all about Deidara and going after the fleeting redhead.
'What just happened?' Deidara thought as he sat up to a more comfortable position than with his side and back to the cold floor and his clothes messed up.
"Deidara-san!" he heard a voice yell and light footsteps come towards him. He saw that it was Sakura from earlier, her green eyes shone with worry as she kneeled next to him in her long, black skirt and her gloved hands touching his face gently. "What happened to you? You're face is flushed and you're a mess. Are you okay?"
"Fine, yeah. Was just getting introduced to the classroom a bit," Deidara said as he noticed the clothes he borrowed last period were covered in dust from the floor and the jacket hung loosely from his shoulder. He thanked Buddha that he miraculously hadn't ripped the tight pants during the brawl or torn any of the netting from the mesh shirt. His hair hung in loose strands against his face, disheveled from the ponytail from when Neji pushed him across the floor like a hockey puck. He took the hair tie from his hair and shook out any tangles as it fell in a golden cascade to his mid-back, covering his face as well as he tried to fix it.
"Hey Sakura-san. Who's the girl with you?"
'Are these people that blind!' Deidara thought as he seethed behind his veil of blonde hair. 'Just ignore it Dei, lest you want to start your second fight with only half the day done.'
"Shikamaru-san, what happened to your shirt? You were wearing a different one this morning, weren't you?" Sakura asked as she recalled the earlier classes.
"Yeah, but some punk swiped it from my locker during gym. I came back and it was gone so I had to wear the same shirt I wore during gym. It's troublesome to know we have a thief, others got their clothes stolen too."
'Crap!' Deidara thought.
"That's terrible. Which shirt was it again?" Sakura asked as she pulled herself up from the floor and reached her hand out to Deidara to help him up.
"Exactly like the one that girl is wearing," Shikamaru said; nodding to Deidara and indicating the short fishnet mesh shirt.
"For the second time I'm a guy," Deidara said, holding back his body from getting into another useless fight. He pulled his back from his eyes and tied it back up except for the lone chunk that covered his left eye, the mechanical one.
He studied the taller male, taking in his name and appearance to know never to take from his locker again. Chin-length ebony-colored hair fell in straight bangs, the right side strands falling longer and covering his right eye. Small, blue spectacles sat upon his nose, barely covering his small, narrowed black eyes; the ear-piece used to hold back his hair from the left side of his face. An un-lit cigarette was set between his lips as his hands were already occupied inside the pockets of his green almost mid-calf pants. The mesh shirt Deidara took was replaced by a white shirt that read 'TokyoGOESpop' in blue letters. A black sweat band was stretched around the crook of his forearm, almost near the elbow for both his arms.
"And if you're suggesting I was the one who took your shirt then don't even bother. I was in chemistry class third period and went home half way through class for a change of clothes cause of an incident with a fire shower."
"Right, you came back pretty quickly then. You don't look familiar. New here?"
"Yeah, but I went to a friends house for a change of clothes. He lives close to the school, yeah."
"Whatever then," Shikamaru said as he took a final glance at Deidara and Sakura before leaving back to his desk.
"Deidara-san, are you sure you're okay? Do you need me to take you to the nurse?" Sakura asked as pressed her hand against his forehead.
"I'm fine, Sakura-san. Thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine, yeah."
"Well, if we're done with that then may I suggest we begin class now?"
Both turned to see who Deidara presumed was their English sensei. Encirclements of what must have been red eyeliner outlined the bottom portion and outer sides of a pair of summer grass green eyes as they stared down at the two smaller students. Two red points stood upon his porcelain white forehead, partially covered by silver bangs as the rest of the lustrous tendrils were tied back at the nape of his neck to the middle of his thoracic vertebrae. His apparel consisted of a lavender chou-ran that nearly dusted the floor from the front and tail, an black amida kuji design embroiled onto the fabric. Charcoal pants could be seen from the side slits, touching the floor and concealing the shinobi brand sandals.
"Gomenasai, Kimimaro-sensei. I wanted to see if Deidara-san was feeling better."
"So I'm to assume you're my new pupil, Deidara-kun?" the light-haired instructor asked as he turned to the blonde.
"Hai," Deidara answered as he handed Kimimaro the slip of his schedule and watched as he looked it over and wrote it in the planner in his hands.
"Please take your seats, class," Kimimaro said curtly, waiting for the shuffling of students to end as some went to their original seats or waited for the teachings to begin. "Although this is the second day of the semester we have a new student joining us today." Turning to Deidara's seat everyone saw the blonde as he seemed to lower himself as much as he could into his seat and away from their eyes. "His name is-"
"Deidara, yeah. I'd prefer to just be called Deidara instead of adding an honorific to the end of my last name. If that's okay, yeah."
A silence followed as Kimimaro nodded and presumed Deidara didn't want anyone to know he was the son, adopted at that, of a Kage. "If that's fine with you then it's accepted by me and any student who sees fit. Anyway, since you're new I will explain the rules one more." Picking up a large book from his desktop he handed the book to Deidara who only stared questionably at its thickness. "That is Shộgun. The class just started reading it last night so you're not really behind. Inside you will find a schedule of what chapters to read, what nights, quizzes, etc. This class is solely designed to improve your vocabulary, writing, and knowledge of literature. Any questions you may have now ask now."
Deidara stared at the large yellow book with the white binding, the bold lettering of the Title on the cover and the words 'Volume I' sticking out as well. 'Volume one? There's more! This thing's like 600 pages!'
As Deidara opened his mouth to ask about how many volumes there were to the novel the door slammed open and the whole class, including Kimimaro, turned to the doorway to see an aggravated-looking Hyuuga.
"Neji-kun, you're late."
"No, I'm not. My backpack is on my desk so obviously I was here earlier," Neji snapped as he sat in his seat, forearms crossing each other on the wooden surface and burying his head in the comfort of his makeshift pillow.
"This isn't your room so I don't appreciate you getting comfortable in my class. You're here to learn, not skip class and come back as you please. You will come to detention today after school so that we may discuss your attendance."
"But I can't!" Neji screamed as he raised his head and his hands curled into fists. "I have track practice after school!"
"You have to have good grades to stay on the team, Neji-kun. You're grade are far from that. I'd prefer to discuss this with you at detention, and if you don't come you'll receive a cut and two detentions." With that said Kimimaro turned to the board, ready to continue with the novel's explanation.
"That isn't fair!" Neji yelled as he pounded his fists against the desks hardwood surface once. "My GPA is fine with or without English credit. I don't need to take this goddamned course."
"That's where you're wrong," Kimimaro said as he class stared at the two as they argued with each other. "Whether you like it or not the top colleges will be looking for all fields. Two thirds of the SAT will be covered throughout this course and you need four years of English to graduate."
Deidara couldn't help but shiver at the teacher's words, unsure if he liked this class at all. The instructor had a way of making you want to not skip at all and that you're life depended of English. The fact that he was sitting behind Neji didn't help at all either as he felt as though he was the one being scolded instead of the Hyuuga.
"I advise you to get your priorities straight, Neji-kun. You're academics above everything. Track, boyfriends, and anything else trivial are meaningless."
Deidara stared in disbelief at Kimimaro; that his beliefs seemed distant, cold, and uncaring. He could see Neji's posture shake, his arms quivering as he guessed Neji wanted to punch the non-existent life out of his desk and leave the room. He almost felt sorry for the dark-haired youth. 'Wait . . . boyfriends? Neji's gay? Was that guy before his boyfriend? Or does he have multiple partners? The teacher? How else would he know about it?'
His thoughts stopped as the dell rang for the next class and the whole class left in a stampede, ready to go to lunch or the next class. Deidara looked up, wanting to apologize to Neji for what happened before, but as he turned to say so he saw the boy quickly pull on his backpack in a quick walk before he could even say anything. The only person left in the room was Kimimaro who only massaged his temples at his desk as though to rid himself of a headache.
"I'm sorry you had to see that side of myself and a fellow classmate, Deidara-kun." Kimimaro said as he caught Deidara's staring. "Neji-kun can be careless sometimes so much that it aggravates me because he has so much potential. I hope your studies are leading you forward right now."
"Um, yeah, I guess," Deidara mumbled as he put the book inside his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.
Kimimaro's eyebrows scrunched at the unsure response. "Do you know what you want to do with yourself after you graduate? College or maybe a specific job you've wanted?"
"I'm not sure really," Deidara said as his eye stared at the white tiles, they're marble design keeping his attention away from answering Kimimaro's answers.
"Well, what did you want to do when you were little? Like, what was your job you imagined you can only have in your dreams?"
Deidara could feel his palms getting sweaty as the topic walked onto uncomfortable territory and he wanted to leave the room. 'That'd he disrespectful though. I can't just leave, no matter how annoying this is. But what am I supposed to say then? I don't know . . . anything . . . '
"Deidara-kun?"
"Gomenasai, Kimimaro-sensei, but I can't really recall what I wanted to be when I was little. It was a long time ago and I refuse to discuss the past since that is what it is, the past and it can't be changed. I'm sorry for the disrespect, but I'm going to be late for gym class now. I'm sorry; I'll read the book tonight. Good-bye."
Before he could hear a response he left the room and his teacher, hoping the direction he was going in was the one to gym class.
'I hate this class, I hate this class, I hate this class . . . did I mention I hate this class yet?' Sasori thought as his forehead rested against the cool, fake wood of the sex ed classroom in 19N. 'Most worthless class in the history of mankind award goes to sex ed. For one we learned all this crap in freshman year, and second, use a freaking condom and there you go!'
Sasori knew that this year's class would be the same as it was in the first year. The boys' laughing and giggling like monkeys at the mere sentences containing male sex organs. The very act of actually having to say said organs sending them going into a fit of laughter that was incomparable. The girls' horror-realization faces at pregnancy and the after affects like a fat ass or weight gain. And all the happy little STDs' they risk each other with because they can't contain themselves enough to even open the wrapper.
His eyes traveled over his classmates he knew and came to like, well, most of them anyway. Haku was sitting in one of the middle rows, his right side empty of anyone for once, but his left occupied by a girl with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Yamanaka Ino, only because of her unmistakable high voice and that he'd had classes with her since freshman year. A rainfall of platinum blonde hair reached her seat as she flicked it back from her face, the silver bangles around her wrist clanging with each movement. A dark purple tube top covered her ample chest as did a pair of designer jeans cover the lower half, a silver hoop belt around her thin waistline. White flip-flops made it possible to see her French pedicure and matching manicure as most of the females in the school were now getting French styles done.
He could see and hear Naruto in the back of the classroom quite easily. The fox-like boy somehow always forgot to put his cell phone on silent mode when texting god knows who. The incessant beeping from each letter pressed in creating a melody easily heard by all including the teachers. Naruto was only fortunate enough to get the two teachers who would put it off only because he reminded her of herself when younger and the other because it was 'youth thriving through inseparable connection' or something like that.
He saw the dog boy, Inuzuka Kiba, sitting in the last row of the classroom. His baggy jean-covered legs were propped over the seat in front of him as he had turned back the desk in front of him just for this reason. His claw-like hands rested inside the pockets of his Varsity Soccer team jacket, the zipper open and showing a schedule of the past seasons soccer schedule with the victories written on the front. On top of his short, messy brown hair sat a white and brown dog, Akamaru. Sasori had no idea how he convinced the school, the principal, or the board for that matter into letting him bring the dog to school, he just did. He could faintly hear Kiba . . . barking at the dog, playing with his tongue ring as he waited for a response from the dog, which he always got. Sasori wondered if he could actually speak to it or if it was just a device to get girls to talk to him. 'What a cute dog!' being the conversation starter, but if he was correct Kiba already had a girlfriend. He wasn't entirely sure though, rumor was that he liked the bug-guy, Aburame Shino, again not sure.
His thoughts about his classmates were paused as a knock was heard from the door and he saw the female teacher open it. In walked the blonde kid from earlier, Dierdra or something. He could faintly hear the blonde mumbling to the instructors and asking them if he was in the right class. The male instructor enthusiastically said that he was and to sit in front of Sasori, onto Haku's right. He could see a smile lighten up on the blonde's face as he nodded and walked towards the desk he was assigned.
'New kid, oh joy,' thought Sasori as his eyes strayed from Deidara and he opened a notebook to draw inside. As Deidara approached the desk in front of him he heard a low clinking of metal, familiar if not anything and turned back to Deidara's view to see what was making the noise. He felt his mind blank out of everything before and his hands freeze as he saw the black jeans and small red chains running down the leggings.
Deidara waited outside the gym class he thought was his. Why would the school put physical education on the schedule instead of sex ed? It was just his luck to have what he thought was the worst class in life at the moment. 'Why must I go through this day?' Deidara thought as he knocked upon the wooden door and prepared himself.
The person who answered the door was certainly an oddly dressed woman. Her dark purple hair was tied to the side and fell into layers because of the uneven tying. She had kept two long bangs in front of her ears from being tied and a few in front of her forehead. She had he same body type as his sister, in a word 'curvy'. Her chest was kept inside a leather zip up vest, a long-sleeve fishnet seen underneath because of the visible sleeves from shoulder to wrist. Her blue jean skirt went up to mid-thigh, clinging tightly to her form as her black lace-up boots went to about mid-calf with lace black stockings meeting to almost where the skirt ended. Her soft brown showed a happy-go-lucky person, but also that of an insane happy-go-lucky person as well.
"Am I in the right class?" Deidara asked.
"Lem'me see your schedule, kid," the woman asked as she accepted it from him and looked it over. "Yeah, you're right here. You must be he new kid. I'm Mitarashi Anko, and I'm the female instructor for your sex ed class."
"Congrats for being in this class, you'll be able to learn the great wonders of sex and safety since most of the youth is so eager to fulfill in the great pleasure!" said a male teacher from behind Anko. If Deidara thought Anko dressed strangely, he knew he made a mistake when he got a look at this teacher.
Black hair was cut into a mullet-style with two long bangs framing his face as he looked at the 'youth'. His apparel appeared to be something similar to a Chinese warrior of a different era, as the high-collared, tight green shirt with gold yellow embroidery clung to his chest and stomach. The shirts sleeves ended at his shoulder blade to reveal a tattoo, the kanji for 'turtle' on his bicep. Black pants were worn and the ends tucked into his brown mid-calf commando boots. A long, sarong-like green cloth was around his waist, ending a few inches above the ground with slits on the sides going from the golden belt and opening up more as they descended. Deidara also good see a strap around the male teacher, a wooden pole appearing to be tied to him back.
"I am Maito Gai and I'll also be teaching you sex ed, welcome to class-"
"Deidara. Um, yeah, just that."
Anko took a look at Gai who merely shrugged and nodded.
"You may sit in front of Sasori-kun, the youth with short brown hair who's drawing and not even paying attention. He's next to the boy with dark brown hair, Haku-kun."
"Arigatou, Gai-sensei," Deidara said, bowing to both of his teachers before walking towards his assigned seat. He was glad to be able to sit next to Haku and to even have a class with him. As he neared his seat he saw that behind his seat was the photography student from first period. 'So that's Sasori . . . then I guess he's the one who took me to the nurses' office earlier.' Deidara saw the Sasori took a look at him when he was nearer and seemed to freeze. He followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at the pants. 'Oh crap . . . '
Deidara sat in the seat and tried to gain the breath back inside his lungs. 'Calm down, Dei. What're the chances that these pants are his? One in seventeen hundred, yeah. But . . . I did meet the owner of this shirt in my first class after the incident. My luck sucks lemons.'
"Deidara-san? Is something wrong? You've been staring into space for five minutes, plus you're sweaty and pale. What happened?" Haku asked in concern.
Deidara shook his head, not even noticing that he'd been out of it for that long. He leaned over and opened his backpack pulling out his notebook and writing down a message for only Haku to read.
"I think these pants belong to Sasori-san. He looked at me when I walked here and just strared."
Haku took Deidara's notebook from him, covered his writing with his hand as he wrote a message, and passed it back to Deidara. "You actually might be right, considering the fact that he's got the same symptoms as you. Hasn't moved and he's pale and sweaty too, plus he looks terrified."
'Terrified? Why would he be terrified?'
Pushing the thought aside Deidara closed his notebook and took a deep breath. 'I must be a moron now,' was his final silent thought as he turned to see Sasori who was still in the same shellshock state.
"Um . . . Sasori-san?"
Hearing his name called out Sasori broke free from his thoughts as his eyes regained their honey color and he began to blink again. "I'm sorry, I guess I was just day dreaming. What can I help you with?"
Deidara gulped as he tried to keep the blush off his cheeks at the awkward conversation. "By any chance are you the Sasori-san who took me to the nurse before second period?"
"Yes, me and Tayuya actually," Sasori said as he nodded. "You fainted outside the art class and I . . . I carried you to the nurses office on my back."
"Oh," Deidara said abruptly, trying to keep from blushing even more now. "I didn't know about that part. I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I must've been heavy and wasted your class time. Gomenasai."
"No, it's alright, really. You were actually very light to carry, and it wasn't any trouble. If anything if it was good since I wasn't doing anything in class. So I got to leave to help you."
"So basically I was your hall pass outta class?" as soon as the words slipped out he felt like hitting himself. "I didn't mean to sound rude, I'm sorry. Crap just comes outta my mouth and I can't really control it."
"It's okay. Happens to everyone."
"Yeah, I guess so."
The awkwardness seemed only to grow as nothing was said between the two. As he was putting his notebook back inside his backpack on the floor Deidara noticed that Sasori's pants seemed like normal, everyday pants one would wear to school and not gym. Faded blue jeans torn at the knees and thighs, a scorpion patch on his left pants leg.
"Like the view?" Haku whispered down to him.
Deidara's skin color turned to that of a sun-burned Deidara as he rose from putting away his notebook and rested his burning forehead against the cool desk.
"What's wrong now, Deidara-san?"
"It's nothing, just checking if the pants were his. I don't think they are though," Deidara said, pleased and sure they weren't.
"How can you tell?" Haku asked curiously.
"Well," he tried to whisper as low as he could, "the pants he's wearing now don't look like something you can wear in gym so I figured these aren't his then." He could feel his fingers coiling themselves around the chains, releasing, and starting over again.
"Hate to disappoint you but he could've stolen someone else' clothes after they all left for their next class after gym. Or he could've gone home for another pair of pants if he doesn't live far, or he had an extra pair in his regular locker."
Deidara nodded, realizing Haku was right and he was letting it slide way too easily. "Still, it's like you said before. Seventeen hundred students, what're the chances, yeah?"
Haku frowned, deciding to not disappoint the blonde.
"And anyway, I am going to return them tomorrow so there's no need to worry. I think anyway, yeah."
"Is there something you wanna talk about, Deidara-kun?"
Deidara looked up from his desk and from Haku to see Mitarashi Anko looking down upon him, arms crossed under her chest and an annoyed expression painted on her face. "I was only explaining the best examples for contraceptives and reasons. Since you seem to know enough to not have the need to pay attention would you please come up to the front with me?"
"Hai, Anko-sensei," Deidara said as he carried to his backpack to the front of the class and ignoring their stares and giggles. He even saw a small smile on Haku's lips as he passed by. 'What's so funny? I might get detention, and this is humorous how exactly?'
Deidara stopped at the front of the class and left his backpack at his feet as he awaited his punishment. 'Saiai's going to kill me when she hears about this,' he thought miserably as Anko pulled something out of her purse. She handed him a banana. 'What the hell . . . ?'
"To show us how much you know about sexual intercourse I ask that you put this," she said before pulling out a wrapped condom from her pocket, "onto this," she said indicating to the banana.
Deidara stared at her as though she wore an insane doctor before he slowly nodded and looked at the two objects in his hands. He was starting to understand why everyone was laughing now, the trick obviously been done before and he was the new victim. With nervous fingers he peeled the banana half way down the skin and prepared to open the Kimono brand condom. As his fingers began to tear apart at the very lining of the wrapper the bell rang and he stopped. Groans from the class could be heard, but he could care less what they thought.
"Gomenasai, Anko-sensei and Gai-sensei, but I have to go to my next class now," Deidara said as he bowed to the two teachers.
"Right then kid, just watch yourself, okay?" Anko asked; a smirk across her lips as she took back her banana and took a bite from it.
"Hai, Anko-sensei. Sayonara," Deidara said as he grabbed his backpack and Haku pulled him out of the classroom after him.
As they climbed the stairwells Haku's eyes were filled with tears as he tried to suppress his laughter with all his will. Deidara only stated that it wasn't that funny, that Haku was only immature at laughing at him anyway. When he reached his locker and brought his hand up to turn the combination lock only then did he notice he still had the wrapped condom in his hand. This only caused Haku to unleash his laughter as he grabbed at his sides, saying his organs were hurting.
"Serves you right then."
"Heh, I'm sorry, Deidara-san. I really am. I just find it funny that you're the new kid who got pulled into that scene and Anko either forgot to ask for the condom back or she wanted you to keep it. You must admit, it's amusing."
"I guess, but I'm going onto the idea that she just forgot," Deidara said as he slipped the contraceptive into the back pocket of his black jeans. 'Perverted teachers and their bananas,' he thought as he read the combination to his locker from the schedule sheet.
"I have lunch now since its 6th period. What about you, Haku-san?"
"First off, just call me Haku. None of the san, senpai or kun crap. Anyway, I have another class now. Sorry, Deidara-san."
"Well if I can call you Haku, then you've gotta call me Deidara or Dei or it's a no deal."
"Fine then, Dei. Anyway, I have to be going now before I get a late. Until later then, kay?"
"Kay, later Haku," Deidara said as he waved to the dark-haired teen, watching his figure getting smaller as he ran down the hall. His stomach growled fiercely and he remembered he still hadn't had anything to eat yet. Who to have lunch with though? 'I don't really know that many people; just Naruto, Sakura, Haku and Sasori. Speaking of Sasori I wonder if these pants were really his? He looked kind of shocked to see me wearing them . . . '
"Waiting long?"
Deidara's heart skipped a beat at the sudden voice behind him as he turned suddenly and came face-to-face with a pair of abysmal black eyes. He backed up against his locker as he saw that it was Itachi, bending down and looking over Deidara and nearly scaring the blonde.
"What?" Deidara asked, shocked to even hear what he'd asked.
"I asked you if you were waiting long. We're supposed to have lunch together, remember? Or did you forget?" Itachi asked, an angry scowl appearing upon his features.
"No, I didn't forget. You just surprised me is all," Deidara stammered as he pulled the black coat tighter around himself.
"Well, if you're ready then let's go then. I don't live that far from here."
"Yeah, right then," Deidara said as he picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He felt Itachi grab his hand and pull him towards the hallways entrance, getting nervous at the forwardness. He could feel himself grow warm as students outside smoking a cigarette at the school gate waved to Itachi and smirked at the sight of him. He almost screamed out in joy when Itachi released his hand and told him to get in.
'Get in?'
His eye traveled to the sleep, red car parked out in front of the smoking section. The alarm beeped off as Itachi signaled it with a remote and opened the doors for the both of them. "Coming or what?"
"Yeah," Deidara mumbled as he slipped himself into the car and closed the door behind him. Buckling his seat belt incase Itachi was an insane driver as he appeared to be and leaving his backpack on the floor of his seating area he folded him arms underneath his elbows and tried to block out all the happenings of these events.
"Don't look so tense, Deidara-chan. Just relax and enjoy the ride," Itachi said as slammed the door shut behind him, popped in a CD and turning the keys in the keyhole. Deidara's coughed at both the honorific and as Itachi let a cigarette inside the car and didn't even bother to open the windows. As the school seemed to disappear in a blur he heard the lyrics from Itachi's CD burning inside his mind. 'Lord Buddha help me,' Deidara thought.
"Can you say what you can't do
In darkness of the eyes
The wrecking voice is getting nearer
Awaiting the first sixpounder
Well, let me show you battle
That's from the path of hate
What if takes to bring you down
Like I spark resist you
Pounder!"
Hey, this is Invader Nicole here with the 4th chapter of 'Juunin Toiro' complete. I'm sorry to say I right now I'm semi-depressed, had a chance to go to Japan for free and lost it. Long story filled with many tears and drama, so the next chapter was going to be drama, but maybe now drama and angst. Baboom! Also, the banana thing I got from one of my favorite author', Patricia McCormick, in My Brother's Keeper. Anyway I'll get the next chapter up sooner because this was the first chapter I thought up when starting this fic. Ja ne. –Invader Nicole
