Shinobi Highschool for Gifted Individuals Chapter 3: Two freaks and an embarressing moment, a naruto fanfic

Okay now... Remember, Dei's a girl.

Disclaimer::!! Any Naruto characters you read in this story belong to Kishimoto

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Deidara screamed and jumped back from Sasori.

"What happened to your arm, un?!" she yelled.

Sasori sighed. "Relax. It's made out of wood. See?"

He showed Deidara his semi-realistic puppet arm.

"Guess you think I'm a freak right? Gonna go and join the 'popular' kids and make fun of me? Go right on ahead."

"Who would ever do that to a friend, un? Well, whoever does is trash. And I'm not trash, un." Deidara replied.

Sasori smirked as he popped his arm back into it's socket. Then he stuck out his hand. With a tad of hesitation, Deidara took the hand and they shook.

'It feels normal. He's not so bad after all, un. It's not like can call him a freak, in my condition.'

Sasori's grip, however, was very, very firm. She winced as her right hand started to ache.

"Sasori, ow. You're hurting my hand, un." Deidara cried.

"Oops. Sorry!" he said, releasing her hand.

She took out her school directory. It didn't mark the restrooms.

"Hey, Sasori, un. Where are the restrooms?"

"Down for maintenence. Why?"

"Dammit, un. Guess it can't be helped. Turn around and don't look until I tell you, un."

Sasori made a questioning face, but nontheless, obey.

Deidara's POV

There were small tears in my eyes. It still hurt.

'Guess he doesn't know his own strength.'

I sniffled and took the glove off my right hand. The mouth on my palm whimpered. It held a splinter on its left side. How that got on the inside of my glove, I do not know. I pulled it out and it whinced. I sniffled again.

Sasori's POV

Class was going to start soon. Thank god for long morning breaks. Deidara was whimpering every now and then. Did I really hurt her? Curiousity got the better of me. I just had to know what was wrong. I turned around and looked at her. She was sitting on the floor bandaging her hand. Something was on her hand.

'Is that why she didn't want me to look?'

I leaned over closer to see wht the hell was going on.

Author's POV

Sasori leaned over Deidara to get a better look at her hand. He kept leaning in. Sasori leaned so far he had to use the lockers for support. 'A mouth? The hell?' But, Deidara was eventually done with wrapping up her hand. She re-gloved it and stood up. Or she would have, if Sasori had not been leaning directly above her. Deidara bumped into his chest and fell backwards, then Sasori lost his grip on the lockers and fell forwards. Deidara was lying on the floor, and Sasori, putting his hands forward to soften the fall landed on Deidara. (Could somebody draw what they look like in this position? Because it is cute and AWKWARD!) Sasori groaned. The joints in his arms were giving in. Deidara was staring stright up, into Sasori's face. A huge amount of heat and blood was rising to her face.

"Sasori, un?"

He opened his eyes and stared at Deidara's red face. His soon took up the same color. His elbow joints gave in and he fell on top of her. (Another cute drawing please?) When Sasori realized this, he face nearly turned purple.

"S-s-sorry!"

He got off her and they both stood up.

"I-erm... So what do you have for first period?"

Deidara fumbled with her pockets. "I dunno, un. Let me check." She pulled her schedule out of her pocket. It apperently was covered in clay.

"Eheh...Sorry, un."

They both looked at her schedule. First period: Chakra control, second level. Second period: Physical Education, second level. Third period: Justu excersize, second level.

Fourth period: Lunch Break. Fifth period: Art. Sixth period: Foreighn Language. Seventh period: Free period Eighth period: Shinobi village history.

"Hey! Why do you have second level for academic standards? You're in all my classes!"

"I have no idea, un. It's probably...because...mom was a scientist? I don't know why, un."

"Forget it. Come on, the bell's going to ring in a couple minutes. Better hurry."

Sasori grabbed her wrist and they ran to the Chakra control classroom. Deidara didn't mind, but for some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about his hair. Vivid and red, like the blood shed on the day her parents died.

I don't measure my borders so they come out sort of odd. Cute little Dei-Saso moments. I really would like to have somebody draw them for me. Remember, Dei's a girlie! Hey, do you like this story? Five votes for yes and I'll put up the next chapter.

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