"C'mon, Kisame!" Itachi urged, as Kisame stuffed his science textbook into his backpack. "We're going to be late."
Kisame hastily zipped up said backpack. Today was game day, and he knew how anxious Itachi was for him to meet his other friends. "Alright, alright, I'm ready," he replied. "Let's go."
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Itachi led the way to the gymnasium, where the basketball game was to be held. As they walked in, Kisame wasn't surprised that the bleachers were almost filled up. Judging by the actions the students had on Monday, he could imagine how pumped up they probably were for the actual game.
Kisame watched as Itachi's eyes scanned the crowd. He wondered what they would look like. The hyper one's probably blond, Kisame said to himself.
Suddenly, he heard a a relatively high-pitched male voice yell out, "Hey, Tach! Over here!"
"Come on," Itachi instructed, grabbing Kisame's bicep and leading him up into the top rows of the bleachers. "Here they are," the black-haired kid said finally, and let go of Kisame's arm. "Where the hell have you been? I thought you said that you guys would sit courtside so that it would be easier to find you," he stated irritably.
A guy with long, blond hair in a half-ponytail and his bangs completely parted to the left whipped his head around. "Well, it's not MY fault that everyone at your school is a basketball junkie," he retorted. Kisame recognized his voice as the one that had called out to Itachi. "We got here early, and there weren't any seats down there. So, we're up here now, yeah." He bent over to get a better view of Kisame. "So, who's your friend?"
"Deidara, this is Kisame. Kisame, Deidara," Itachi said, gesturing from one person to the other.
Deidara gave a nod. "Pleased to meet'cha," he said with a small wave.
Kisame waved back. "Hi….."
There was a short pause. "You planning on sitting down, yeah? Or just standing there the entire time?" the blond asked, referring to how Kisame was just standing there like an idiot.
"Uh, I'm sitting." he said, sitting down next to Itachi.
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The game started, and the crowd really got into it, except for Itachi, Deidara and Company.
Which made Kisame wonder- Itachi had said that there were two people to meet. He had already met one, now where was the other? Deidara, nor Itachi, had talked to anyone sitting next to them.
"Hey, Itachi," he asked, loud enough to be heard over the screaming crowd, "who's the other guy you wanted me to meet?"
Itachi leaned toward Kisame. "See that kid, black sweatshirt, hood up, below Deidara? That's Sasori."
"Oh!" Deidara screamed rather loudly. "Kisame wants to meet Danna!" he purred, as he bent over himself to talk to the boy sitting a row below him. "Danna. Danna. Danna," the blond repeated, poking the guy once with each word. "Danna. Danna." Becoming irritated due to being ignored, Deidara began shaking the other boy. "SASORI!" he yelled.
The boy on the lower level looked back after Deidara had stopped shaking him. "What?" he asked in a controlling tone.
"Danna, Itachi wants to introduce you to Kisame!" he giddily squeaked. "And take that hood off," Deidara said, pulling the hood down.
While the hood fell, Kisame saw that Sasori had messy, red hair, red eyes, and a pierced right ear. Bet HE doesn't have trouble finding dates, Kisame commented to himself.
The redhead sighed. "Too bad for Itachi that you already did the introducing," he said, giving Deidara an oh-my-god-how-can-one-person-be-so-ditsy look. He turned to face Kisame. "You must be Kisame, then."
Kisame nodded. "And you're Sasori, correct?"
Sasori blinked. "Yup. And I see you've met the wannabe transvestite."
"He means Deidara," Itachi clarified.
"Oh. Why do you call him a wannabe transvestite?" the blue kid asked, curious.
Sasori laughed. "Have you SEEN what he wears?" he said, gesturing towards Deidara.
The blond was wearing low-rise, hip-hugging jeans with black suspenders hanging off. He had a small black t-shirt over a fishnet one, also. "It's a wonder why the teachers don't make him change," the redhead commented.
Deidara's eyebrows inched together. "I can hear you, ya know," he retorted angrily, "and I can dress any way I want to."
"Of course you can, Dei," Sasori cooed. "And that's why you get called a fag several times a day."
"People's opinions don't concern me," the blond shot back. "And it's not like you don't get made fun of, either."
The other boy glared. "Touché," he replied, turning back around.
Deidara grunted, and then smiled at Kisame. "Don't mind him, he's really just a pussycat," he assured. "With claws, granted, but still a kitty."
"Interesting..."
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After the game, students from both schools exited from the side doors of the gym. Sticking to the main crowd, Kisame was trying desperately not to get lost in the crowd. He didn't succeed.
"Itachi! Itachi! Where the hell are you?!" he called out. "Come on!"
Suddenly, he felt a strong grip on his forearm. "Here," Sasori's voice said, as he led Kisame out the back door.
Kisame followed reluctantly. God, how hard does this guy have to grab me? He thought, because of Sasori's death grip.
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Soon after, the two boys ended up in a field outside of school grounds. Deidara and Itachi were waiting for them there.
"Oh. My. God. Danna. Where'd ya go? You were right next to me, and I turn my back for one second, and when I turn back, you're not there! What gives?" Deidara asked, moving his arms around as he talked.
Sasori let out a sigh. "Well, Dei, I kind of needed to save Kisame from the evil mole people," he said, rolling his eyes.
The blond clasped a hand over his own mouth. "I had no idea!" he said-screeched. He turned toward Kisame. "You didn't happen to see any jackalopes on the way, did you?"
Kisame stared at Deidara. "Uh, no, I don't think I did…" he replied unsteadily.
Deidara grinned ear-to-ear. "That's good," he said, sticking his tongue out slightly and biting it.
Sasori leaned over to Kisame. "He has mental issues," the redhead half-whispered.
Kisame nodded. "I can see that," he replied.
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"So, Kisame," the blond started, while walking in a wide circle, "Tach says that you're new around here, yeah."
Kisame bit the inside of his cheek. "Mm-hm. I came here a couple weeks ago."
Deidara blinked and nodded. "I see," he replied, turning halfway around to face Itachi. "Oh, you're good," he commented.
"Good with what?" Kisame asked nervously.
Deidara giggled while looking at the ground. "Like you don't know," he finally choked out. "Your nails."
"My…nails?"
"Yeah," the blond replied. "It took me two months to convince Danna to let me do his nails, and Itachi did yours in less than two weeks. That's impressive, dude."
Kisame gave him a confused look. "So Itachi's NOT the only one who paints his nails?"
The blond shook his head. "Nope," he said, showing Kisame his shiny, black nails. "Danna's are red."
"Red? But I though only whores paint their nails red," Kisame pointed out.
Deidara giggled again. "No, Danna does it too," he retorted. "They match his hair and eyes, so it looks cool."
"It does not," Sasori cut in. "The only reason I agreed on red was because it was either that or hot pink. And I don't think ANY guy would want hot pink nails."
Itachi laughed. "But I could SO picture you with pink nails…" he started.
Sasori glared at him. "Don't you dare-"
"Hey, Dei, remember that one time…"
"SHUT UP!" Sasori yelled.
The two boys continued laughing, despite Sasori's insisting that it wasn't funny.
"What's the story?" Kisame asked, curious.
Sasori turned a beet red while Deidara started explaining. "Well, Danna tried to bleach his hair, but it came out hot pink. Lucky for him the teachers let him keep his hood up in class."
Itachi snorted (which is a REALLY rare occasion) as Dei finished the story. "It's. Not. Funny." Sasori repeated in a death tone.
"Of course it isn't," the blond echoed, "and that's why we're all laughing."
"Alright, back off," Kisame interrupted. "The poor kid's gonna pass out, with all the blood going to his head." (Sasori was blushing REALLY badly.)
"Okay, okay," Deidara agreed. "But only if he gives me ice cream."
Sasori rolled his eyes. "Yes, Dei, I'll get you any type of ice cream you want tomorrow at lunch if you stop it."
Deidara gave a cat-ish grin. "Yay," he said, bouncing on his heels.
Itachi held his head. "Dei, stop that. You're nauseating me."
"Oh. Sorry," he replied, stopping. Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, he glanced at the screen. "Guys, I gotta go," he said with a sigh. "If I get home past curfew again, my dad's going to kill me twice over."
The black-haired kid shrugged. "No problem, I gotta get going, too," he said, gesturing for Kisame to follow him. "See ya."
Sasori nodded as he followed Deidara in the opposite direction that he and Itachi were going. Must live in the same area, Kisame reasoned.
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Heading towards Kisame's house, which was closer to the school, Itachi kicked a rock down the sidewalk. "So, Kisame," he inquired, "what do you think of them?"
Kisame looked at Itachi. "Who? Deidara and Sasori? They're cool, if not insane."
The black-haired kid fostered a smile. "Well, Dei has been diagnosed as being clinically insane," he stated.
Kisame rolled his eyes. "Joy."
"Hey, don't brush him off like that," Itachi scolded. "He's a good guy, and he really seems to like you."
The blue-haired kid stared in disbelief. "Really?" he asked.
Itachi nodded. "Yeah, he even asked for your email address while you and Sasori ventured out into the mole people's territory. I gave it to him, if you don't mind."
"Wait- where did you get my email?"
"Never mind that. Point is, he likes you. And Sasori's apparently does too, otherwise he wouldn't have gone out to find you. I guess I forgot to mention that we take the back door out of the gym for things like these."
Reaching an intersection, the pair silently bid each other farewell, and parted.
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Monday, at school, something bugged Kisame all through his morning classes. Itachi seemed so perfect, so popular. He was extremely good-looking, and other people's comments never seemed to bother him. He was great at painting and drawing, and he obviously had a talent for whatever band instrument he played (Kisame didn't know what it was, though, but he had heard the band teacher telling Itachi how good he was at it). He even managed a 3.8 GPA. But, he acted as if he was no one at all. Why would someone, who was so gifted, have such a low profile of himself?
The answer came in band class that day. After everyone had packed up, Mr. Zete had told them to take a seat for an announcement.
"Okay, guys," the oddball teacher started, "we all know that next week, on Wednesday, is the end of the month. And, on that day, nothing really important is happening in your normal classes. So, the subject teachers said that it would be okay if I took you guys out for a day-long field trip. Ergo, next Wednesday, we're going to the pool!"
Everyone cheered, except Itachi.
"So, guys," he continued, "On Wednesday, bring you swimsuits, a towel, and sandals. Be advised that the pool is indoors. I'll have the forms tomorrow."
At that statement, the bell rang, and everyone left the room in a happy mood. Except for Itachi, who stayed in his seat and hugged his books to his chest.
"Hey, Itachi, you coming?" Kisame asked, one of the last ones to leave the room.
"Yeah…" he replied distantly, following Kisame out the door.
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"Why so spacey? Aren't you excited for the field trip? Everyone else seems to be," Kisame said, as the two walked down the hall.
After a short period of silence, the other boy answered with a definite no.
"Why not?" Kisame inquired. "You'd think a chick magnet like you wouldn't be able to wait to show off his bod."
Itachi gave a small sigh. "There's not much to show," he replied.
Kisame laughed dryly. "Are you crazy? Look at yourself, Itachi: you're lean, relatively tall, and trim. I'm sure all those gorgeous flute players would love to see you shirtless."
Itachi shook his head. "No. And you're muscular, also tall, and are confident; that doesn't mean that you can't wait to go shirtless."
The other boy rolled his eyes. "Point taken, but that's not what I'm saying. Itachi, walking down the street, I bet there's at least five girls that want you to hit it with them."
The black-haired kid held his books tighter to his chest. "Look, let's change the topic," he said, walking into the lunchroom.
Kisame couldn't believe it. Itachi, probably the hottest guy in school (to the girls, at least), was self-conscious. Well, whad'dya know, he thought. The wonder kid is human.
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Yeah, I know, the ending was drabble-ish and bad. Forgive me, but it'll make sense once you read the next couple chapters.
And yes, this one was crackified. Well, that's just the way Dei is. Can't change that, now can we?
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