Authors Notes:* Sigh*I have notice that you guys haven't been rating or reviewing….this makes me sad Some people did alert thought and for those people I say thanks! Kay none the less I shall make this chapter to hopefully get a good response.

Sasori POV

I pulled down my lock of my locker and opened the door. My body ached and my head throbbed in pain. I had no clue why I was feeling so horrible today. It was now lunchtime and had just come back from art and I couldn't even concentrate through my favorite subject. That was really unlike me.

I shifted though my bare locker and grabbed my Math book for my last period today, kneeling painfully on my knees seeing that I had a bottom locker this time. I sighed, at least it wasn't crowded and I was on the end, that's what I preferred.

I closed my locker and stood up, stretching my aching legs, and walking out of the F block and into the back playground. Something had been bothering me since yesterday; it had been eating away at me since I woke up this morning. My eyebrows furrowed together, why hadn't Deidara reacted yesterday. I was annoyed at the fact that my revenge had gone unnoticed…well not exactly Deidara did say something about wanting to kill him at dinner yesterday although that had been it. I scratched the back of my head, whatever that was a good enough reaction for now. I knew Deidara was plotting something against me, I had heard him say something about revenge. I smiled, I was looking forward to seeing what the brat would come up with, and it was almost like a game.

I looked behind me; I was surprised I had made it half way across the playground without being pounced on by Kisame or…..Deidara's stupid friend…..what was his name?.....Oh right Tobi. I let out a frustrated breath; he had been following me around ever since he broke Sandaime. I sighed maybe I should just tell his that I wasn't mad so that he would just leave me alone.

I kept walking, I needed to check this school out more, hopefully I could find a place where nobody went where I could sit and make my puppets at lunch without getting hit by a bran-.

Someone cut off the thoughts as they wrapped there icy cold fingers around the neck of my shirt and yanked me backwards, the front of my shirt cut into my throat making in hard for me to breathe as I kept falling back. I lost my balanced and fell backwards headed towards the ground. Things felt like they were moving in slow motion as I dropped all my books as I collided with the ground roughly. I tried to look up at the jerk that had pulled me down although the sun behind the clouds just made my attacker a dark silhouette.

I glared up at whoever had the nerve to pull me down and tried to stand up. The person laughed and threw me back down to the ground harder. My hands skidded across the ground breaking the impact. The person laughed again and kicked my books into the dirt. The person's foot rose up and placed itself lightly on my throat threatening me not to attempt to get up again.

"Fancy meeting you here Puppet Boy" the silhouette sneered down at me with a giggle in his voice.

I ground my teeth roughly together in anger. Suddenly the silhouette wasn't so hard to recognize. The slicked back silver hair, a metal pendant dangling from his neck and a sharp pair of purple eyes looking sadistically down at me.

"Hidan" I hissed trying to wriggle free although his foot pressed harder against my throat making it harder to breath "what the hell are you doing here?" I spat.

Hidan's smile intensified "what do you think you bastard? Naomi got me a foster family"

Hidan, of all people Naomi set the foster family that lived near me up with Hidan. This would not be very fun I sighed to myself. Hidan and I got into weekly fights all the time at the orphanage which usually resulted in bloodshed. Hidan had never won against me, he was all talk and no game pathetic really. But today, today of all days, Hidan had caught me on a bad day. I was sleep deprived and felt like I had been hit with a wrecking ball, this fight was going to get ugly very fast. Why hadn't someone warned me about this! Why haddnt Konan or Yahiko or even Nagato called me to tell me that this Asshole had been enrolled at my school!

I sighed to myself, oh well, I may get bashed a little more then usual although I would still beat Hidan like any other time, I mean he was still Hidan, the loudmouthed Jashinist with no actually fighting talent except with weapons.

Deidara POV

My back lay flat against the yellow bricks of the F block, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I lifted up my long blonde fringe and wiped my forehead. I just had to get away, I just couldn't take it anymore, I just had to get away from…….Tobi.

I shuddered, Tobi had brought a can of V to school today and he was on high….like major high. Major would be an understatement to how high he had gotten from just one simple energy drink. He was like some sort of crazy bomb that had just exploded all over our poor school.

I sighed and caught my breath and peeled myself away from the wall. Alright now that I had gotten that pest out of my hair, what should I do with the free time I though to myself as I walked around the side of the building and into the playground. I guess I could go and work on my art….or maybe, I reached down into my front pocket and ran my fingers of the sleek cell phone that was still there. I smiled to myself, what a good time to check out the dark secrets of Sasori's phone. The phone had rung a few times since yesterday when I had found it. Once from some random called Yahiko and all the rest from that same girl Konan.

Suddenly two year seven kids ran quickly past me, almost knocking me off my feet. Stupid year sevens I growled angrily in my head

"Hurry up! We will miss the fight you Loser" the dark haired one said to his blond friend who ran beside him. They ran into a large crowd that was flocking near the bottom of the back playground. Everyone chanting and yelling.

I smiled as my fingers fell away from the black phone in my pocket and landed back at my side. Looking though Sasori's phone could wait till later. A chance like thins came around once in a lifetime and there was nothing more fun than watching a couple of angst ridden teens get into a punch up. I was getting excited as I ran after the two year seveners towards the slowly expanding group of people.

When I finally got to the large crowd almost half of the school had condensed into the tiny back playground just to see this fight. I knew stuff like this only really happened once every few years but this was just insane. What was so good about this fight that made the whole school come rushing to see? A few years back when I started year 7 there was another fight between two 10th graders, both of them bruised each other pretty badly although they didn't even have a quarter of the crowd that this fight had.

I let out a grunt, I couldn't see anything aver the immense crowd, it was pissing me off, I wanted to see what the big deal was about. I got down low and elbowed my way thought the crowd in a desperate attempt to see what was happening. A few annoyed year seveners whispered annoyed whispers to the friends about the girl who was pushing through the crowd. I ignored them, they were just year seveners and besides, I didn't want to start a fight in the crowd of a bigger fight.

I straightened up when I was close enough to get a good glimpse of the fight.

I let out a small gasp. This wasn't just your average fist fight that usually happened. The two boys stood far apart from each other. The first boy was tall and lanky with slicked back silver hair and burning purple eyes he looked like he was in about year 11 or 12. He was on his feet although it was obvious that he was struggling to keep his balance. His nose was gushing so heavily with blood that it branched off in different steams, trickling down his chin and neck, staining his white shirt. Although despite the horror and all the blood he still wore a sickly grin that even gave me the shivers.

My attention turned to the second boy who he was grinning at. The second boy was a lot shorter than the silver haired boy although he looked about the same age as him. Blood oozed heavily out of the shorter boys mouth, his lips cherry red and shone from the amount of blood. His chin was smothered in blood as his dripped onto the black asphalt underneath him. His right arm wrapped itself around his stomach with his left clutched his right shoulder. His red hair stuck to his forehead as he struggled to keep his balance also as he sucked in shallow breaths, he was struggling to breathe. The silver haired boy had probably kicked him in the stomach a few times.

It was clear to me that even though the silver haired boy was bleeding very heavily it was the little red head that was hurt the most. The Silver head probably only had a broken nose while the shorter one possibly had internal damage.

I froze in horror. The silver head had reached into his back pocket and pulled out something metallic. A knife. The entire crowd that was standing behind the silver headed boy stepped backwards pushing me to the front of the crowd. But that wasn't what had made me freeze; it was what he had said after.

"THIS IS WHERE YOU DIE AKASUNA!!!!" He yelled bringing the knife forward

THIS IS WHERE YOU DIE AKASUNA…AKASUNA…Akasuna The line replayed in my head like a broken record, Akasuna, Akasuna, Akasuna.

My head snapped back around to stare at the little red head only just realizing that I was staring at Sasori. I can't believe I hadn't noticed, Sasori had been in such bad shape that he didn't even look like himself.

Everyone gasped at the sight of the sharp knife the silver haired boy wielded. Sasori's eyes slid up wirily to look at the other boy, shooting him one of his famous glares, how could I not have noticed! Sasori dropped his hands away from his body and stood ready to take on the taller boys attack.

"Hidan" Sasori sneered

The silver haired boy…Hidan…Began to laugh like a maniac and charged towards Sasori, wielding the knife in the other hand.

I couldn't control my own body; it was as if some other force drove me to do what I did next. I ran out into the middle of Hidan and Sasori to block the hit that was likely to kill him. Hidan's eyes locked with mine as he tried to stop himself. He moved his arm that was holding the knife over so the blow wasn't fatal, his feet stumbling underneath him as he tried to stop running.

pain…

The knife collided with my left arm. Things seemed to be moving in slow motion. Hidan slid his arm up tearing though my skin more, making the cut longer. I let out a yelp of pain as Hidan's force pushed me backwards onto the asphalt. I landed roughly on the ground somewhere near Sasori's feet. I felt the blood slowly ooze though my shirt. I grabbed my arm in pain and bit my bottom lip so hard I believe it started bleeding as well.

"Deidara" someone hissed from above me.

I looked up to see Sasori swaying dangerously on his feet. Suddenly his knees buckled under the weight and he collapsed on his knees beside my head.

"What the bloody hell where you thinking Brat?" he asked, he was trying to sound angry although he was too exhausted to be mad.

I let out a hiss in pain as I slowly looked up at him more. Blood continued to flow from his mouth "I couldn't let you die on my watch could I?" I responded between gasps of pain "Akita would kill me"

I almost saw a smile cross his face "Your pathetic you know tha…" he began before leaning over and coughing up more blood, too much blood.

I wasn't positive, I was too focused on the pain to really listen but I thought I heard him mumble "why would you do that for me?" but I couldn't be sure.

I looked up to check although Sasori had collapsed on the floor, half unconscious, coughing up even more blood.

Sasori POV

Maybe I would die here, maybe that wouldn't be so bad…

My eyes narrowed just in time to see Deidara. He was shaking me… calling out my name…ignoring the pain.

Deidara…why would you do that for me?

Authors Notes: This chapter was influenced by the event that happened in an Australian school in Brisbane on the 15 Feb 2010 where a 12 year old boy named Elliot that got stabbed in a toilet block by a 13 year old that had a knife and died. This chapter is written in Elliot's honor. Rest in Peace and may god bless your family and friends. Please Subscribe and Review please and tell me what you think.

From AkasunaSora, R.I.P.