My Concrete Angel

"The teacher wonders, but she doesn't ask"

The wind had picked up even further, whipping Deidara's hair into a half hearted mess of blonde strands. But even the rain drenching the trio to the bone was ignored as they all stared. Sasori was murmuring and muttering behind Deidara's back, completely terrified that his father appeared to have magically pounced out of the forbidden land of his memories, even though his memories were only from a few hours ago. Deidara on the other hand was not afraid, but angered. Angered that this person just stepped in and completely interrupted whatever moment he and Sasori had been having.

"What do you want?" his voice came out sharper then he intended it to be, but honestly, he didn't care. The wind howled and Sasori's father glared at him, but Deidara stood, undaunted.

"I came to collect my son," the man's slightly gentle tone was overrun with the acid dripping off of it, "He ran out earlier to-"

"GO FUCK YOURSELF!" Deidara yelled angrily at the man, annoyed with his cocky attitude and already downright short on patience because of the alarm clock incident. If the world had a decent amount of good in it, it would have stopped turning along time ago. Maybe then the unfortunate souls trapped within the hands of fate would have some glimmer of hope for happiness. But the world continues to spin, the grass grows, and people move on, except for the lucky few who are on the good side of lady luck, and these boys, were not on that side.

"What was that!?" Sasori's father glowered at the shuddering boy, "You should learn to respect your elders' kid!"

"Well then, pardon me sir." Deidara replied mockingly. "My name's Deidara and what's yours?"

"Deidara, eh? I've heard that name before…" he looked thoughtful for a moment and Sasori hoped that he had been successfully distracted. "Well…anyway, my name's Shiroshi and although this would…wait…DEIDARA! I remember that name!" Deidara paled as he watched Shiroshi go from wonder to astonishment and finally to pure, psycho joy.

"Oh…hehheh…really? From where?" Sasori looked at Deidara curiously, confused as to why his tone had suddenly changed. Deidara edged backwards a little, moving a slightly unrelenting Sasori with him.

"Yeah, yeah. I remember from the bar, Hitoshi was talkin' about some bitch of a son he had." Deidara paled even further as the man identified his father's name. "'E said he was a little whore…" Shiroshi noticed and grinned.

"But right now all I want is my son, so if you would please…" Deidara wasn't stupid, he recognized the "or else" tone his voice held, and he was stuck. On one hand he was friggin' scared of what this man was capable of, but on the other hand, he really didn't want to leave Sasori to his own devices.

"No." Deidara tried his best to keep his voice strong and calm, but all got out was a miserable squeak. Sasori, though, was amazed he even managed that much, he was trembling, clinging to Deidara in an attempt to maintain his stature. Deidara could feel Sasori clinging to him for dear life and was finding it hard not to fall.

"What was that?" Shiroshi's tone was actually surprised, "I know you didn't just say no…did you?" Deidara trembled a little but continued to glare into the man's eyes, which were a very scary flat grey color.

"I…" he gulped, trying to keep the bile in the back of his throat down. "I d…did…" Sasori could tell he was trying his best to sound brave but his voice was cracking and pretty soon, he knew, the boy himself would crack. Meanwhile, Shiroshi continued to stare down at Deidara in a very threatening manner.

"S…Stop it!" Sasori was surprised that he found the strength to say that much, and obviously so were Deidara and his father. Deidara turned, in surprise, to the small red-head behind him.

"What did you say, brat!" Both boys jumped at the voice, and turned quickly back to him, edging backwards at the same time. "And where do you think you're going?" At this both boys dashed off in different directions. Sasori ran off in the basic direction of the school, still cradling his injured wrist. Deidara went the other way, back towards home, not even noticing which way he was going, only knowing he didn't want to be here.

"Get back here, little fuckers!" Shiroshi bellowed after them, but didn't bother to chase them, figuring Sasori would have to come home sooner or later, and he would be waiting for him.

Sasori ran quickly; his vision blurred by the rain, but he knew where he was going. His wrist throbbed bitterly, and he winced. The school was now within view, a large lump on the horizon.

"Just a little farther…" he thought pushing his body to make the last thirty feet in as little time as possible. The first bell rang and he grinned as he entered the school campus. "Right on time." He jogged the rest of the way to his classroom and jumped in his seat just as the teacher walked in.

Meanwhile, Deidara was running for all his worth, but in the wrong direction, he was running towards home. He didn't even notice when he turned onto the cracked road that led to his house. The house had pealing paint and a very dilapidated exterior, though he knew it was no better inside then it was outside, but at least outside there were no nightmarish monsters waiting for him like he knew there was inside.

Huffing, he walked up to the front door. Only when he opened the door and the putrid stench of alcohol became apparent did he snap out of his daze and realize where he was.

"Home, sweet home…" he thought bitterly as he headed towards the stairs, hoping his father was still oblivious to his presence.

"Welcome home, son." Deidara gasped as a hand came up and grabbed the ponytail he had tied his long blonde hair up in earlier. "You weren't going to go to bed before even saying hello to my, were you?" A harsh yank on his hair and Deidara found himself tumbling back down the stairs he had just climbed up.

Right then the phone began ringing and, much to Deidara's relief, his father went to go find out who was calling. While his father was talking to whoever was on the phone, Deidara got up and made a full-out dash to his bedroom. He bashed into a wall as his shoes lost grip when he turned sharply into the hallway that led to his room.

"DEIDARA!" A thundering voice trailed after him as he reached for his doorknob. Twisting the knob, Deidara made a leap for the interior of his room only to find the door catch before he could close it fully. Hitoshi stood in the doorway glaring down at him in a very menacing way. Deidara shivered and edged backwards to the wall on the opposite side of the room.

"Y…yes father…" Deidara's father stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Deidara…your mother won't be home for a while." Deidara gulped, knowing right where this was going. "She went to a lawyer's office to file for divorce…" Hitoshi sighed melodramatically as he told his son of how she was leaving.

"You are the reason you know. She really didn't want to have you in the first place, but she has such a good heart, she couldn't bear the thought that she was the snuffing out the life of another being. So she had you, and ever since then she's hated you." Deidara shuddered and pressed himself into the corner. Hitoshi walked towards him slowly. "You do know that, right?"

"No, no, no…" Deidara murmured, holding his head and pulling his knees up to his chest. "You're lying…"

"Now why would I lie to you?" Deidara shuddered helplessly. "Do you know who just called me?" Deidara shook his head; hardly hearing what his father was saying it. He could here the rain slowing outside and turned slightly to look out the window farther along the wall he was huddling against.

"It was a man named Shiroshi." Deidara froze; his eyes widening as he turned back to his father. "Ah…so you know what this about then…" The voice was now cold and clipped as Hitoshi addressed his son. "So…what do you have to say for yourself?" Deidara pushed himself further into the wall as his father talked to him.

"I…I erm…" Deidara struggled for the words that seemed to have run away as Hitoshi talked to him. "I…I'm sor…sorry…" He tried to make the words come out smoothly, but all they ended up doing was falling in a tumbling, garbled mess into the air.

"What was that?" The man asked harshly, annoyed that Deidara couldn't even properly form words. "I can't understand you, bitch!"

"I'm sorry!" In his haste to make the words understandable Deidara ended up almost screaming them out. Hitoshi glared and hoisted Deidara up by his hair.

"Do not yell at me boy!" Deidara screamed as his father through him by his hair into the farthest wall, feeling bones break as he slid down to the floor.

"I'm sorry…" Deidara whimpered. "I…I…" Hitoshi walked over to his trembling son and picked him up by the back of his shirt. The boy cried out as he felt a thick fist embed itself in his stomach, cracking a few of his ribs.

"Don't stutter, little bitch!" Hitoshi screamed into his son's face. "I should just sell you out to whoever'll pay fer ya you know that!" Deidara squeezed his eyes tightly shut and ducked his head. "And stop actin' like yer so abused, you deserve this, and you know that!" With that he dropped Deidara carelessly on the ground and dug the heel of his boot into Deidara's shoulder, ripping a thick hole into the tender flesh as he walked out the door.

Deidara moaned in pain and pulled his aching body up, not even bothering to clean off as he collapsed in his bed and let sleep take him.

(A/N: This is the original version of chapter 5, so...hmmm...if you have already read the other chapter please read this one, the other is now null and void! Thanks! Thank you to all my lovely reviewers and readers, every time I see the numbers rise I find the inspiration to continue on with my story! I hope you all enjoyed this! And all of you should thank my wonderful editor, Kat, without her this story would never be updated! Don't forget to R&R!)