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Deidara was talking about when he crashed his bike. Four months ago Deidara got into an accident, were he could, of lost his life. Everything was hazy that day, Deidara's parents were out of town so they had phoned the Akatsuki. Yuki had sat with the gang members crying her eyes out praying for Deidara to make it out alive, while he was in the ER.
Itachi stood by her as she, cried. He didn't do much just stood there and watched her. After a few minutes of crying she felt a hand on her head and Itachi whispering that Deidara will be all right. She felt at peace with Itachi's touch as cheesy as it sounds, she felt like he was there to protect her.'
"Mr. Iwa, Mrs. Hunnutsuka, pay attention" their French teacher took notice to the two, "If your conversation is important then please leave the room," she pointed her fingers to the door.
Yuki looked down quickly, not wanting to get into trouble. She would rather not read her not out loud, "I apologize madam, it will not happen again," she mustered the words in French and looked at Deidara hoping he wouldn't make a scene.
Of course he was Deidara and he hated being challenged. He stood up and grinned holding the note, "Yuki and I were discussing how I could kick the Uchiha's ass," he made eye contact with Itachi unaware to Yuki, "she thinks I can" he bragged, "Isn't that right Yuki?"
Yuki's cheeks turned bright red, all the students eyes were in her a few students were laughing, "Deidara please no," she whispered. She didn't want to look at Itachi, she knew he was angry. She had watched him snap his pencil into two, and looked away quickly, too scared.
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