Chapter One: The Cultural Festival
Deidara could see the light shining through his eyelids, creating a red glow. He turned over and covered at his face, wishing for day to come hours later. He wasn't ready to get up yet. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him; he swatted it away, grumbling under his breath,
"What do you want, un?" He opened his eyes slowly and rubbed the sleep from them before stretching himself out. Tohru looked him up and down, judging him to be only around seventeen,
"It's time for school, silly!" She said cheerily, taking his hand and pulling him from the bed, "all of Yuki and Kyo's spare uniforms are dirty so you'll have to wear one of mine, but it's fine you'll pull it off really well!" Deidara groaned, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. The young man was led into Tohru's room and he watched impatiently as she sifted through clothes in her closet, judging from what he could see he knew he wouldn't enjoy the clothes she'd give him. Regardless of the fact that they were about the same height and the clothes would probably fit him well, he wasn't very appreciative of the skirt he was given. "Here, try this on," the girl smiled at him as he rolled his eyes, groaning once more, "I'll go wait in the hall while you change!" Tohru stated as she walked out of the room, allowing the Akatsuki to undress himself,
"At least the other Akatsuki aren't here to see this," he mumbled, "they'd all be convinced I was truly a girl. They never believe me when I say I'm not anyway," Deidara pulled his hair up into his signature half ponytail, smoothing the bang in front of his face. He walked out slowly, blushing lightly when Tohru gave a squee of delight,
"Oh, you're so cute!" Deidara's sleep deprived mind couldn't fathom what it was he was wearing, he just grumbled to himself as he walked into the living room. The others were nowhere in sight, it had seemed that the orange haired one and blonde one (along with the other one, the one with the gray hair, he had encountered during the time of feast the prior night) had already gone to this 'school' that he had to attend.
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Deidara trudged his way into the gates of the school reluctantly, having woken up since leaving the home and realizing what he was wearing. He felt exposed. The skirt was too short; it barely covered him at all. The socks he had to wear were itchy. The shoes he stole from the girl were too small. Wearing long sleeves made his arms hot. Everything about these clothes was uncomfortable and he hated it.
As they approached the classrooms, Deidara could see the hustle and bustle of the students as they moved about, preparing for what appeared to be a large was confused by all the commotion, but didn't say a word. He ran into the one with gray hair and was ushered into his classroom, as he watched the orange one and the girl walk away together. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, he wanted to go with them. He wanted to be with the orange one. What was the orange one's name? Oh yes, Kyo. He liked the sound of the name. Deidara shook his head violently, trying to get the thoughts of the orange one out of his head as he waltzed into the classroom, his arm hooked around the gray haired ones. He could see the eyes of the girls in the classroom he had just entered widen, they all stared at him in disbelief,
"Who is the new girl and why is she with Prince Yuki?" He could hear them wondering, he couldn't help but turn around and look at them as Yuki slipped out from the room,
"I'm not a girl, un" he said, his voice much more masculine than the girls had expected. He flipped his hair casually, sighing inwardly and taking a seat by the window, contemplating whether to make a break for another room or not. He sort of wanted to see what the orange one was doing. He reminded him of Sasori in a way; it was his appearance more than his personality. He missed Sasori. Quickly he shook the thoughts of Sasori out of his mind as he heard a gasp come from all of the girls in the class. The young Akatsuki turned to watch as "the Prince" walked in, in a girls' uniform. He felt a little bit relieved to know he wasn't the only one, and even inwardly chuckled when he saw the other boy's awkward look of embarrassment, a light blush gracing his cheeks. He stood up and walked out of the room, before any of the girls could compare him to this "prince" they loved so much, he wasn't in the mood to hear them say he wasn't as pretty of a girl as their prince.
He wandered the halls, hoping to find the room the orange one and girl walked into. Soon, he heard the screams of the orange one and gingerly opened the door, watching as the group of students made triangles out of rice. He liked this. It looked like fun and having realized he had left his clay at home, he desperately felt the need to make art. He sauntered into the room and looked around, finding the girl child molding her rice. Next to her, he found one that was shaped like a cat; he eyed the triangular ears curiously,
"What's wrong with this one…?" From beside, Tohru perked up and smiled,
"It's a cat! Isn't it just the cutest thing? I think it's absolutely precious!" Deidara shrugged, placing the cat back down and frowning slightly,
"It's okay, I guess," he grabbed at the rice and began molding it, shaping the sticky material into the shape of one of his signature bird sculptures. He placed it down on the plate proudly, "that's true art." He continued to regret the fact that he had left his clay at home for the need to make the little bird of rice explode was very great. Behind Deidara, the door opened once more only to have a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes walk in with a certain grey haired young man on his tail, blushing lightly at all the stares of the group around him. As Deidara continued to look at the new group that had just entered, he noticed that the little blonde boy that reminded him of Tobi had come. He groaned loudly and kept away, instead keeping close to the orange one named Kyo. However, the blonde boy walked close to the both of them, pointing at Deidara and looking up with curious eyes,
"Why does he look like a mädchen like Yuki does?" Deidara turned, glaring at the boy he had so desperately wanted to avoid,
"Boy, even Buddha's patience has its limits; if you continue to speak I will decide on your death." Deidara said through gritted teeth, clenching his hands into fists and pressing them up to Momiji's head forcefully. Kyo chuckled inwardly, watching the two blonde men next to him. Momiji turned to Hatori sadly and looked up at him, tears forming in his eyes,
"Hari-chan…they're trying to hurt me!" Hatori turned his dark eyes to the scene, shrugging and stating that nothing was the matter. He walked over to Yuki, pressing a hand to his forehead and flashing the smallest of smiles,
"I didn't know you were a girl, Yuki." Yuki smiled sarcastically, rolling his eyes and clearly losing his cool,
"You've seen me naked many times, Hatori. Are you making fun of me now?" Deidara was meanwhile fuming, glaring daggers at Yuki's back. Why wasn't he called out? The girls all loved when he crossdressed, but if Deidara did it because he had to, they got uppity! How dare they?
"I hope whatever's wrong with him is fatal," Kyo chuckled and the two young men shared a smile. As if on cue, Hatori stated suddenly quietly,
"For all of you to know, Yuki has weak bronchial tubes; and when he was little he would have asthma attacks, however those have subsided. But you never know, it's best to be safe and check up on him," As he explained, the little blonde boy had hopped onto the booth that Tohru and Kyo's class had constructed and filled to the brim with rice balls. Kyo glared at the boy, picking him up and forcefully sitting him down in a chair far away from the booth,
"SIT HERE AND DON'T MOVE!" Kyo cried angrily, hitting the boy on the head, ignoring his shouts of panic. He turned back to Deidara with a look of accomplishment and the Akatsuki gave him a look of confusion,
"How long do we have to go to this school? I'd much rather be outside-" The orange one nodded, understanding what the other wanted. He also would rather be outside, running training enough so that he could finally beat the damn rat. He only barely caught the last of what Deidara had said after he nodded, "-keeping up my training," he had said. Kyo had an idea and he felt it might work. He could maybe train with this stranger who he felt a strange connection to.
"Train with me." Deidara looked at him wide eyed before nodding.
Hello, friends! :D
Oh, dear lord. I read the original of this chapter and I must say, it right well sucked balls. Since I've veered away from the Fruits Basket fandom, I cannot remember for the life of me half of what I was talking about because I offered little to no explanation about what was what. I just assumed that everyone reading knew exactly what I knew, and now I know nothing because I've moved away. Oh, joy. Time to wiki for the rest of this story D:
I'm having a Swedish song binge...and have come to the conclusion that I adore Swedish music.
BETA. I need. Someone help. HELP ME! D: I'm not to the point where I'm desperate for one, but I'd really, REALLY appreciate it if someone would proofread and edit for me. It'd be just grand.
Oh, hey. School is starting on Thursday. Well, that's a thing. Get ready for even less updates than I've been doing! :D It'll take forever to find time to do anything with my schedule this year! However, you know what's awesome? I have three classes where I'll get free food/drink on a consistent basis! I get hot chocolate in English, licorice in Graphic Design on Fridays, and in History I get pretzels every day and have hot chocolate Mondays. I feel so spoiled.
So, yeah, I've decided. Kyo and Deidara are going to be a thing. I think they'll be my cover art. I'm going to try and draw them together.
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