"Children, please! Children!" The teacher was waving his hands in the air, trying to attract the attention of the kids in front of him. They were jabbering excitedly as children do before class, asking about home, life, things in general. Deidara, standing at the doorway, watched the teacher, chuckling as he finally sat down in frustration.
"Hmm, I should help him out, un," he said. Hoping this would put him on the teacher's good side, he stuck his hand in his pocket, touching a piece of clay that he had saved for the occasion. No one on the playground has seen him stick a small piece of it into his right pocket. Letting his hands eat it, he waited, and then felt the lump press into his palm. Taking it out, he molded it into a giant fly, about three inches or so long, and released it, flying, into the air.
"Children, please calm down!" The teacher was trying his best, but the children were being quite noisy. Suddenly, a girl screamed, reaching into her hair. The fly, having missed the hair, flew into the center of the room, hovering in view. Then, it exploded. Since he had barely put any chakra into it, and it was a small piece, it was a fairly small explosion. Enough to rock the walls, however. The children screamed once, and the teacher looked shocked for a second. Quickly, the situation lessened, and the man in front of the room saw he had the attention of everyone in class.
"I'm glad that Tsuchikage-sama taught me those handsigns. I would never have known how to do that without him, un," he said, looking at his hands.
"Good! Now, as I was saying. We have a new student in class with us. Everyone, please welcome Deidara. He just arrived here," the teacher said, beckoning to Deidara at the door. Deidara strode in, quietly but confidently, his smile still on his face. He glanced at the children in front of him, who were probably assessing him. Most had seen his display out on the playground, so most knew him already.
"Now, Deidara, pick a seat and we will begin class," the teacher said. If he had meant to keep the peace, it was the wrong thing to say.
"Deidara! Hey buddy! Sit over here!"
"No Deidara! Sit here, man! Over here!"
"Shut up! Deidara-kun, sit over here with us!"
"Go away, Deidara-kun wants to sit over here with me!"
"No way! With me!"
"Deidara wants to sit over here, right Deidara?"
Deidara had to keep the laughter contained. He was as popular here as he had been unpopular at his other school. The teacher, frustrated, randomly chose a spot for him to sit, much to the envy, and happiness, of the students. Deidara sat his books on the desk, sitting down in his chair. He tried to concentrate on the board and the teacher as he began with kunai tactics and correct chakra placement, but the attentions of the other students in class was too distracting. He found himself the center, and no matter where he looked, adoring gazes met him. He sighed to himself.
"This is going to be a long day, un," he said, quietly to his hands. His hands just panted at him.
"Deidara, please come up and show the class the proper way to throw a kunai, if you wouldn't mind," said the teacher. Deidara snapped his head up. He had never thrown a kunai before. In fact, it was only recently that he had learned what a kunai was! Seeing that Deidara was frozen to his seat, the teacher sighed. "Come on, Deidara. At least come up and give it your best shot." Deidara stood, walking as slowly as possible to the front of the class.
"Come on, Deidara-kun! You can do it!" A girl, in the front of the class, was rooting him on. That egged the other children into hooting at him, telling him that he could do it and to trust himself. He was the greatest ever!
Deidara smiled, picking up the kunai off the table. "Well, here goes nothing, un," he said to himself. He looked at the teacher. "I've never thrown a kunai before, so…" he said. The teacher waved him off, saying that it was alright. Deidara gulped again, taking aim at the target that was pinned to the wall. He closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn't kill anyone at least. Suddenly, he felt his hands moving of their own accord. They were repositioning the kunai in his hand, using a slimy tongue to manipulate the weapon. He shook off the feeling, putting it back the way he had it. But, his hand did it again.
"Are you trying to make me look stupid? I can't throw it that way," he hissed, trying to get his hands to stop moving the kunai. He moved the kunai back to the position he had it in, and threw. The kunai twirled in the air, bouncing off the wall, the ceiling, and sticking in the floor in front of him. The class was breathless, and one boy snickered in the back. Deidara felt his cheeks redden, and looked at his hands, which were still smiling up at him. "Shut up," he said quietly. The teacher sighed, walking over to the kunai and pulling it out.
"Nice try, Deidara. Please go on back to your seat," he said. Deidara turned, but stopped after walking a foot or so towards his desk. He stood, pondering for a second, before turning back to the teacher.
"Please, sensai. May I try it once more?" He asked. The teacher looked at him, and then back at the class. The class was silent. He looked back at Deidara.
"Well…alright. Just please don't hurt anyone," he said, handing the kunai back to Deidara. Deidara bowed, walking back to his throwing position.
"Ok, you guys wanted to throw it for me. So, do it," he said to his hands. He put the kunai in the throwing position he had used, and felt the tongue on his right hand prod and poke the weapon to change the position of it again. When it stopped, Deidara inhaled, letting it out slowly.
"Anytime your ready, Deidara," said the teacher. The class was still quiet. Deidara shook his head, eyeing the target.
"Let's see if this works, un," he said to himself. Then, he let fly. The kunai flew, straight and true, sticking in the center of the target. There, it quivered back and forth before becoming still. The teacher looked at it, eyebrow raised. He went to the target, pulling the kunai out of the wood. It had sunk in nearly two inches in the hard grain of the wall, and he had a difficult task of yanking it out. He looked at it, and then back at Deidara.
"Um…well done. Please, go back to your seat. Pormaru, please come up and try," he said, waiting for a boy at the back to walk up. Deidara walked to his seat, sitting down. He looked at his hands, which were smiling up at him.
"…Thanks guys. You saved the day, un," he said. The girl on his right sighed, staring at him.
"Wow, looks…ability…and he's my age. It's a dream come true!" Deidara let on like he hadn't heard the comment, but he blushed bright red, nonetheless.