Shinobi Highschool for Gifted Individuals Chapter 2: Meetings and unexplained horrors, a naruto fanfic

It's four years later when Sasori is sixteen and Deidara is fifteen. Sasori was in this school for a year before Deidara came.

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Deidara's POV

'Bored, bored, bored and lost. Stupid principal. Putting their office so far from the god damned entrance. Un.' I thought to myself. 'Better go ask for directions.' There was a large group of people. Acting like idiots. I'd better not ask them. I kept walking...and got interested in staring at the ceiling. Plaster, plaster, light. Plaster, plaster, light. It was almost mezmerizing. I kept staring at the ceiling until I knocked into this one guy. He was like a head shorter than I was. Being so short, he fell over after we collided.

'Not even familiar with this school and things are happening.'

"Sorry, un!"

I held out my hand so I could help him up. The tiny little red head just STARED at me with wide eyes. I took back my hand.

"Something wrong, un?"

Sasori's POV - Same time Deidara started staring at the ceiling

"Okay Sasori. You new locker is 247 blue." The Principal Tsunade stated cheerfully. I took the slip she handed me and left her office. I HATE her office. Damn it. She just HAD to move my locker over THERE.

'Sasori, welcome to bully central. A world of hurt and misery.'

I sighed. Just the twist of fate to end my day. Okay...let's see. It turned my head the blue lockers. 250, 249, 248, 24- SMACK. 'Hello floor. Nice to see you again.' I turned my head up, expecting to see another bully, but instead...I saw this blonde...blonde...girl? Guy? I couldn't tell, but I couldn't help but STARE at their hair. It was tied in a high pony tail, and huge bangs over their right eye. The person had a black shirt trimmed with blue, denim jeans, a pair of white Converses, and white open finger gloves.

"Sorry, un!"

They stuck their hand out to help me up. I couldn't stop STARING. They took back their hand.

"Something wrong, un?"

Got...to stop...STARING!

"Shouldn't you be in elementary, un?" this person had a feminine voice.

Ouch. Smacked right in the face. I stood up and dusted myself off.

"The name's Sasori. Sixteen, no shit."

I'm starting to hate her.

Deidara's POV

His wide eyes narrowed slightly. He stood up. I noticed for once, something about him besides his hair. He wore a long sleeve shirt with a black shirt on the outside, black flares, red and black Sketchers, a black spiked collar around his neck, and red spiked wristbands. Eeeeeeeemo.

"The name's Sasori. Sixteen, no shit." He said.

How rude. I sighed.

"Deidara, un. Fifteen. I'm new, un. Do you happen to know where the principal's office might be?"

He pointed behind himself with his thumb.

I walk around him and go to the principal's office. Plaster, plaster, light. Plaster, plaster, light. Plaster, plaster, light. Plaster, plaster, light. Plaster, plaster, light. Plaster, plaster, light. Plaster, plaster, light. Plaster, plaster, principal's office. I opened the door and walked in.

"Hi!" The receptionist said. "You must be Deidara-san. Go right in!"

Okay...so far so good. I walked over to the door on her right, opened it, and walked in.

"Hello!" The principal said. "I'm your principal Tsunade. I bet your here for your papers, right?"

I nodded. She walked over to a filing cabinet and gave me three papers. One had my subjects, rooms, homeroom, and stuff. The next had the school mapped out on it. The next was a mere slip with my locker and lock combination number. Then she gave me my lock.

"Okay then! Off you go!"

The people here are suprisingly cheery.

Author's POV

Deidara exited the office while she read the information. Her locker was 246 blue. Deidara sighed and walked down the hallway. When she neared her locker, she saw a big group of guys surrounding it and high-fiving each other.. She walked up to the group and tried to look over the group's shoulders. Deidara soon got tired of this and shouted at them.

"MOVE OUT OF THE GOD DAMNED WAY, UN!"

The guys turned around and surrounded Deidara.

"Look what we got here Buster. We have a little guy with a speech problem!"

More high fives and laughter.

"Guy, un? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M A GUY!" Deidara jumped the one that had talked and pounded his face.

"Who's next, un?" She said turning on the group.

"Run for it!" One of them yelled. Then they all sprinted out of the hallway.

'Now what the hell did they do to my locker?'

Deidara's eyes widened as she opened her locker. Sasori was unnaturally crammed into the metal compartment.

"Sasori, un?"

He sighed. "Just get me out of here."

Deidara pulled him out of her locker.

"Why did they put you in MY locker, un?"

"I wouldn't unlock mine, so they shoved me in here."

"Annoying brutes, un." she said, placing books and other items in the locker. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just a little uncomfortable. Thanks for the save."

"No problem, un." Deidara said. Punching his arm playfully. But as she did so, his arm popped off.