Hi again! Kind of a short chapter, but I seriously couldn't bring myself to write more... xX;
This chapter isn't funny. Or, at least I don't think so. Nope. It's one whole violence chapter: most likely the only fighting in the entire story. And I'm not good at writing fight scenes, though...my friend said it was good, but I...don't think so. xX
Uh, warnings: violence, swearing, crappiness...argh...and author hating the chapter...a lot...
End of the day.
"Damn him!" Deidara swore as he slammed his locker shut. Sasori had, once again, pissed him off, figuring out that acting all innocent and provoking got under Deidara's skin quite well. Even at the end of the day, the redhead's taunting words still buzzed around Deidara's mind like an annoying gnat or mosquito.
"Aw, come on, brat, you don't want gray hair do you? That'd be rather embarrassing, don't you think?"
"You are really the biggest ass I have ever met, un!"
"You flatter me."
"That wasn't a compliment!"
"You get flustered so easily. Learn to calm down, okay?"
"Asswipe!"
"I'm not in the mood, Kiba!" Deidara snarled as the brunette tried to approach him.
"Geez, fine, if you wanna be like that!" Kiba huffed, placing his hands on his hips.
A sigh broke through Deidara's mouth. Calm down already…you've just got to find something that gets under his skin…but what? Dammit, he's like a tetherball! You can hit him as much as you want, but it never hurts him and all he does is come back and hit you even harder!
Sunlight shone down from the clear blue sky as the newest student walked out of the building. He glared at the ground, kicking a rock that had unfortunately been placed in his path.
Okay, focus on something else…homework… Deidara thought as he paused his saunter to think some more. I finished math…science is just to study…English…nothing. History, nothing…okay: science. That third vitamin whatever…B3…was, uh… The blue-eyed boy mentally kicked himself. A is retinol; B1 is…thiamine…B2 is riboflavin…B3…B3…niacin? Yeah, sure. Let's go with that.
A group of students were clustered in a bunch, chattering away. Some others were just standing, as if in deep thought, while others were already walking away.
Suddenly, he caught sight of pink hair, blinking. "Sakura?"
She turned at a soft call of her name, her face brightening as she saw Deidara.
"Deidara-kun! You wouldn't mind walking with me home, would you?" she called, waving.
"N…No, not at all," Deidara responded, trotting over. Does this mean I'll meet…?
"Today was sure rough, huh?" Sakura asked, wiping her forehead as they started walking together.
"Un…"
"Iruka-sensei gave some pretty tough problems; but they weren't a problem for you, of course."
"No, not–"
"So the shit's with you today, huh? Heh, not that it'll help much, but whatever makes you happy."
Deidara froze, head turning to have blue eyes meet silver.
Sakura backed up from the redhead as he detached himself from the brick wall and walked over, her eyes narrowed.
A smirk was painted on Sasori's lips as he sauntered towards the two. "Ready for your daily beating, bitch?"
The blond quickly moved in front of the girl, taking the blow to his nose for her.
"Deidara-kun!" Sakura exclaimed, eyes wide with horror.
Blue eyes glared at Sasori, before Deidara leapt forward, catching him guard. The two tumbled in the grass for a few seconds, until Deidara came out on top, his hands pinning the other's arms down and his knees pressing down on Sasori's knees.
"Oh? I didn't know you swung that way, Deidara," Sasori purred mockingly, eyes narrowing and smirk growing.
"Don't play with me, asswipe!"
"Mm, but you amuse me so much. It's rather hard to be angry with you now."
"Get serious already! You Goddamn, uncaring bitch!"
Sasori chuckled, tilting his head. "Do you want me serious?"
"Wha–?" Deidara didn't have time to think or even finish his sentence before a leg slammed into his stomach, leaving him breathless.
"Next time, think about what you're doing before you actually do it, shit," Sasori snorted, standing up and brushing his legs off, coldness returning to his voice.
"I…" Deidara breathed hard, trying to regain his lost wind, struggling to stand up. "I…hate you…un…!"
"Really?" The redhead paused. "I'm so flattered."
"You…can't be serious…un!"
"Didn't you just ask me to be?"
Deidara's body trembled with anger, eyes narrowed into slits of hate. "I've had enough of your bullshit, un!"
Sasori's eyes widened as Deidara's fist rammed into his face, causing him to stumble backwards.
Pants streamed out of the taller teen's mouth as he glowered at the other, watching every movement.
"Now you've done it…" Sasori dragged his hand over his mouth, slowly lifting his head. "You're not going to get away with that, shit. I'm going to beat you down until there's nothing left of you."
Sakura gasped, stepping forward. "Deidara-kun! Run away! Please!"
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" the blond hissed, bracing himself.
"Why don't you find out?" Sasori snarled as he flashed forward, seeing the look of bewilderment before his fist connected harshly with the other's cheek, forcing him to the ground.
Deidara had no time to strike back, as a foot collided with his stomach, blood pushing out of his mouth. He rolled out of the way of the second blow, quickly grabbing a hold of Sasori's leg and whipping it out from under him, causing him to fall onto his back heavily.
A sharp cry of pain jolted from the shorter male, his head leaning backwards and exposing his neck, which Deidara took no time in getting his hand around. Sasori's mouth opened in an attempt at getting air, fingers of his right hand reaching up and digging into the offending limb's wrist.
The blue-eyed boy hissed out as sharp fingernails ripped down the skin of his wrist, releasing Sasori's neck immediately to escape from the damaging nails. He retreated back a few steps, holding the bleeding joint tenderly.
Sasori took the moment to stand back up, hate sparking in his eyes. He raised his leg and swiftly crashed it into the other's side, panting afterwards.
Deidara felt the impact shiver up his body like electric sparks, mouth opening in a cry. After the other's foot had left, he stood as well, panting and glaring. Blood trickled down from his nose and mouth; the deep nails marks on his wrist were crying blood as well. A few bruises were scattered over his body, and he saw that his opponent wasn't in the best of moods.
"Heh…" He laughed darkly. "Not even a few minutes into this fight and we both already look like trash…"
"Don't try to be funny, shit…" Sasori snarled weakly, tenderly rubbing the redness around his neck. "I'm not finished with you yet."
"Tch." As much as he hated to admit it, the blond knew that Sasori was in better shape than he was, even if it wasn't by much. The only blows he had gotten were a crash on his back and one lucky punch to his jaw. The only advantage Deidara had was the fact of his opponent still trying to catch his breath, but it was apparent that Sasori was a fast recoverer.
Taking a deep breath, he rushed forward, catching Sasori off guard. He grabbed onto Sasori's red locks and rammed his head into the ground, ears drinking in the sound of pain that was given in answer. Hastily, he moved his foot to under the other's left leg and lifted it up, trying to force it down on the other side.
Sasori grit his teeth together and tried to flip over onto his back, crying out once again as the blond prevented him from doing so, pressing down on his leg harder. Reaching up, he grasped Deidara's neck tightly and forced him down onto the ground next to the redhead. Sasori stood up, wincing at the agony that rumbled up his left leg.
Deidara's eyes squeezed shut, fists tightening to help endure the pain. Even though the last traces of searing flames up his spine hadn't washed away, he shot up, nailing Sasori in the chin.
Sasori hissed, left arm shooting out and digging into the already wounded wrist, gaining a cry of hurt in return.
Deidara kicked the other's feet out from under him, and in a flash gripped his throat and lifted him back up, nails piercing into the soft flesh.
Teeth met harshly together as Sasori was still trying to recover from the painful tremors traveling up his spine while at the same time trying to breathe. A shout burst from his throat as he was thrown off to the side, landing roughly on his already injured left leg.
Trembles slightly shivered up the newest student's arm at being strained to lift something that heavy. He walked over slowly, glaring at equally glaring silver eyes, noticing how Sasori's posture looked much like a crouching tiger.
And with that the tiger pounced.
Deidara yelped out as he was tackled down, all five nails of Sasori's right hand ripping down the blond's left arm, tearing uniform and skin. He kicked his offender off of him, struggling to stand up as he watched the other male clutch his wounded leg. A regretful look passed on Deidara's face before he walked over to Sasori, met with a glare. With only a short hesitation, he slammed his foot down onto the silver-eyed teen's throbbing limb.
A scream resounded through Sasori's's throat as agony crashed through his leg like a waterfall. He bit down onto his own wrist to try and ebb away the pain, eyes nailing shut as he rested his head down onto the ground.
The newest student stared down indifferent as he ground his foot down harder, rewarded with another yell as Sasori's teeth broke the skin on his wrist and blood freely leaked down the joint. He saw the rose-eyed male's other arm try and wrap around his ankle, and hastily stomped down on it, earning another yell from Sasori.
"Give it up, ass…" Deidara muttered, looking down at the other. "You've lost, un…"
"N…Never…" Sasori seethed, eyes narrowing. "I…don't have my reputation…for nothing…!"
"Un…is that how you're going to play it…?" The blond crushed his foot down on the trapped wrist; his eyes widening as no yell was accompanied.
Sasori removed his bitten wrist from his mouth, successfully capturing one of the taller student's ankles and yanking it from under him, watching as his assaulter fell. He thrust himself forward, now straddling Deidara's chest. One of the redhead's hands gripped the front of the other's uniform, the other clenching into a fist and slamming into his cheek.
Deidara felt his face going numb, as it was beat upon once more, more blood flowing from his nose. Instinctively, he reached up and blocked the next blow from reaching its target, although he wasn't prepared for a knee thundering into his gut.
Having his first assault sent to the graveyard, Sasori switched to his plan B, and stood up shakily, stomping down, though somewhat weakly, on Deidara's stomach. It signaled the end of the rose-eyed teen's attack, pants streaming out of the boy's mouth.
He stumbled backwards, inhaling sharply as he felt weight being pressed onto his bad leg.
Breathing heavily, Deidara stood up shakily as well, glaring into his opponent's eyes fiercely and ignoring the excruciating pain pounding on his gut, coughing up blood and wiping it on his hand. He knew the attacks were weak compared to if Sasori was at full strength, and he had gotten lucky.
"You done yet, un?" He smirked weakly, coughing one last time.
"Of course not…" the ash-rose-eyed student fumed, eyes narrowing.
"Stop!" Sakura interrupted, running over to prevent the two from getting at it again, tears streaming down her face. "Please, Deidara-kun, no more fighting! Please!"
"Stay out of this, you bitch!" Sasori snarled before elbowing her in the face, glaring deeply as she fell backwards, unconscious.
"You bastard!" Deidara lunged at the other boy, pinning him down once again. "What the hell is wrong with you, un?! Hitting a girl! What has Sakura ever done to you that you have to constantly hit her?!"
Ragged breaths of air streamed out from Sasori's mouth, having to be filtered through his teeth that were clenched together. "So much, Deidara…she's caused me so much pain, and you wouldn't know!"
Deidara froze, eyes wide. A fist suddenly shot into his cheek, and he fell off to the side, eyes closing. When they reopened, he saw the other boy walking away, one hand gingerly holding the crimson-cloaked wrist. Frost seemed to cover Deidara's body as he saw the limp in Sasori's once powerful stride, marring the once proud image. He quickly stood up, racing after the other boy as best he could, forgetting about Sakura.
"Sasori-san, un!"
"Get the hell away from me, dammit!" Sasori snarled, stopping his retreat and leaning all his weight on his right leg. "Just leave me alone!"
"Sasori-san, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean–!"
"Why are you apologizing, you Goddamn shit? Go away already!"
"But Sasori-san, y-you're–!"
"Dammit, you're so annoying! I said go away, so go away!"
"Y…You could come to my house, un…m-my mom can help you get patched up and all, so…"
Sasori stiffened, head whipping around as he snapped out, "I don't want your damn pity! Go away, shit, just go away and leave me alone!"
Deidara's eyes widened as he saw more than just physical pain stabbing at the other boy's eyes, even as he was limping away. He felt his lungs seem to fill with water as he watched the silver-eyed teen stagger out of sight, and something like guilt pierce at his heart as the image of torment trapped within Sasori's eyes haunted his mind.
I hate my bad luck. Right after I wrote this chapter, I went bowling with my band for a fundraiser...and somehow managed to injure my left leg and right arm. Joy. They are killing me. It's karma I tell you. Stupid karma...
Um, yeah, Deidara's not too good at tetherball or whatever that game is called...hence the Sasori-tetherball comparison.
Heh, a tiny SasoDei-ish moment...but I can assure you, they are nowhere near getting together. It's not happening anytime soon. xP
～Arrina