Fourth chappy. Hoo-ray. Too bad next to no one reads this fanfic…oh well. I'll get over it eventually.
I don't own Naruto, nor do I know Green Day.
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"And so, in a few days, there will be parent-teacher conferences," the principal's voice drolled over the PA during ninth period that day.
Blah, blah, blah…what's the big deal? It's not like anyone really cares, Kisame thought.
"We will be going in reverse alphabetical order," he continued. "That means people with the last names Z-S will go tomorrow…you will get your scheduled times in homeroom tomorrow."
The final bell rang, and no one could be happier.
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On his way out the door, Kisame passed the band room, where he could hear banging. Someone must be playing the drums, Kisame reasoned, walking into the room.
He was surprised to find that Itachi was the one playing the drums. "Hey, Itachi," he called out, trying to get Itachi's attention.
The other boy stopped playing and looked up. "Oh. Hi, Kisame," he replied, putting the practice pads back onto the drums. "That was the second part of 'Jesus of Suburbia.'"
"What?"
"Jesus of Suburbia. The song by Green Day. That was the drum part I was playing, or at least, to the second part of the song," he explained, putting the sticks away.
"Oh." Kisame walked up to the black-haired kid. "So, you play the drums?"
"Yeah, and apparently, I'm good at it. Or, at least, that's what everyone says," Itachi replied.
Kisame nodded. "You like to play them, then?"
"Hell yes."
"Do you have a drum set at home? To practice, I mean," he asked, fully shouldering his backpack.
Itachi shook his head. "No. My dad said that he would die before he would let all that noise into our house."
"But it's not noise; it's music. Anyway, what does your mom say?" the blue kid inquired.
The other boy sighed. "My mom does whatever my dad tells her to. Sasuke and I say that he took away her free will when he first met her, and that's why she married him," he answered.
"Sasuke…?"
"My little brother. The one who hates me," Itachi informed.
"Ah. So which one of your parents is coming to the parent-teacher conferences?"
The black-haired boy picked up his backpack. "My dad," he said with a sigh. "And am I in for it."
Kisame shot him a confused look. "In for what? Your grades are great."
"Not to my dad's standards. 3.8 isn't good enough for him anymore." Itachi's eyes shifted from Kisame to the floor. "It seems that whenever I finally reach his goal for me, he goes ahead and raises the bar."
"Well, at least you still have a family that cares," Kisame said under his breath and leaving the room.
"What was that?" the other boy asked, following Kisame out the door. "Hey, wait up!"
Kisame kept on walking. "Are you forgetting your promise?" he asked irritably.
"Well, no, but…what do you mean? I heard something about having a family that cares…"
The blue kid stopped, and sighed. "Look, don't worry about it. It doesn't concern you, nor it ever will. So, just leave it be."
"But now I'm-"
"LEAVE IT BE, DAMMIT!" Kisame yelled, walking away.
Itachi exhaled. "Fine. See you tomorrow."
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Hey, Kisame!
Kisame was surprised when he checked his email that later that night. An address, which he didn't recognize, had sent him an email with his name in the subject line. Coincidence? Not likely.
Opening the email, he noticed immediately the black background and yellow text. How obnoxious, he thought, as he began to read.
Helloooooooooo. )
You are Kisame. You have blue skin and blue hair. Your nails are painted teal. You know a guy named Itachi. And you wear bandages on your face.
Know how I know all this stuff? Well, I'm psychic! Mwahaha!
No, I wish. I'm Deidara, the blond you met at the basketball game on Friday. You know, the one who dresses like a skank and is on a permanent sugar high. Remember? Yeah, you probably do. I'm kinda hard to forget.
Anyways, Sasori and I want you to meet us at the park (the one by the ice cream store, you know it, right?) after school on Wednesday. That's two days from now.
lol Just wanted to make that clear.
And don't, repeat DON'T TELL ITACHI.
Reply to RSVP.
Kisame reread the message a couple of times. They want me to meet them at the park, he thought. No Itachi. Quickly, he typed up a reply:
I'll be there. I know where the park is. And I know when Wednesday is, too. So you didn't need to make that clear.
No worries, I won't tell Itachi. Promise.
Hitting 'send,' Kisame wondered that the two were planning. They're definitely an odd bunch, he said to himself. This could be interesting.
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Once Wednesday rolled around, Kisame headed for the park like he promised after school. Naturally, Deidara and Sasori were there waiting for him.
"Kisame!" Deidara yelled out, waving his arms around. "Over here!"
Kisame headed toward the blond, who was seated on a swing next to Sasori.
"You came!" the tenor voice exclaimed.
"Yeah, I said I would, didn't I? I'm not one to bail," he replied, taking up a swing next to Deidara.
"Well, that's good."
Kisame began pumping his legs. "So, what's this about? Why the secrecy?" he asked.
Sasori began swinging as well. "Itachi's birthday is coming up," he explained, "and we're wondering what to get him. We figured that you should be in on this, too."
"It would be a surprise from all of us, yeah," Deidara elaborated. "Problem is, we have absolutely no idea what to get him. He's an enigma, even to us."
"He is mysterious…but I think I know the perfect present," Kisame said confidently.
"Which is…?"
"A drum set! Like, with a cymbal and everything!"
Deidara shot Kisame a confused look. "Does Tach play the drums?"
Kisame nodded vigorously. "He's good at it too, not to mention he likes playing them."
"Not necessarily," Sasori cut in. "I'm good at basketball, but I loathe the sport."
"Yes, but I know he likes playing them. He told me this afternoon," the blue-haired kid retorted.
"Then it's settled!" Deidara yelled, standing up from his swing. "We're getting him a drum set!"
Sasori glared at the blond. "We never agreed to get him that," he protested.
Deidara shook his head. "No, we didn't, but it's two against one. I agree with Kisame."
The redhead scraped his feet across the ground to stop the swing. Crossing his arms, he scowled. "Fine."
The blond gave a smile. "Okay, now we have a couple other things to worry about. First, we need to get a drum set. Second, we need to get it into Itachi's house without him knowing. And third, we need to find a way to wrap it."
Kisame jumped off. "Something tells me that he doesn't care about the third one. And, during science, he mentioned that he and his family are going out-of-town to visit relatives on Friday night. We could bring it in then."
"And I have an unused drum set in my basement," Sasori added. "Still in the boxes and everything."
Dei nodded. "This is good. So, here's how it's gonna go," he started. "On Friday night, when Itachi and Family are out, we go into Danna's house and transport said boxes to Tach's place. We then set them up and wait for him to come home. When he arrives back, we will shout out, "Happy birthday Itachi" as loud as we can and give him his gift. Genius, yeah?"
"Er, how do you plan on getting into the house? I'm sure they'll lock it before they leave," Kisame pointed out.
Deidara grinned even more than he normally did. "I got THAT covered, yeah," he replied. "I'm actually an accomplished lockpick."
Kisame wondered how one became an accomplished lockpick without going to jail, but he refrained from asking. "Okay, then, Guess we're set," he stated.
Sasori nodded, walking off of the swing. "Yeah, Come over by my place Friday at six. We'll be able to get the set out of my basement by seven, and get them to Itachi's house by eight. They shouldn't take that long to set up, and Itachi said in an email that he would be home by noon on Saturday."
"Two questions," the blue kid said. "One, where's your house, and two why did Itachi tell you in an email?"
"I'll send you the address," the redhead replied, "and he always tells me things in emails. We don't exactly see each other every day, you know."
"Oh. Well, I'd better get home. Stupid reading teacher has to pile it on today," Kisame said, heading home. "And storm clouds are gathering."
"Yeah, I'd best be home too," Deidara agreed, walking away. "See ya, guys."
"Later," Sasori answered, going in a different direction.
Sighing, the blue-haired kid mumbled a "bye" and walked faster. Does Deidara always make all the plans? Must be some extrovert, he thought.
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Relatively short chappy this time, I know. Sorry.
And yes, Dei types everything out when he sends emails. No shortenings for him. And no, I wasn't listening to Green Day while I was writing this chapter. I actually had the song "Who We Are" by Haste The Day on a loop.
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