Here's yet another chapter for this fic! Thanks to all of you for your reviews, you make me happy! Enjoy.
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A Few Days Later- At School
School was as boring as ever. Deidara's hopes were as low as ever, and his grades had gone so low it was a wonder how he was passing.
They sat in Kakashi's room, quietly, answering questions on Amegakure's Great Wars. Suddenly, Kakashi stood up and walked up to Deidara's desk. He spoke in a low voice:
"Sumimasen, what is your name?" he asked, "I've forgotten..."
Deidara looked up. His eyes were now a dull blue and tired looking, there were dark shadows under his eyes. "It's Deidara, hm," he answered in a monotone.
"Come with me, Deidara," Kakashi said, pointing at the door.
"Hai, sensei," Deidara put down his pen and stood up. He followed Kakashi out the door and into the hallway. Kakashi closed the door and turned to look up at Deidara who was at least three inches taller than him.
"Deidara I wanted to talk to you about your grades..."
Deidara sighed and rolled his eyes. He knew should've known.
"You're barely passing..." Kakashi went on.
"Yeah, I know," Deidara answered casually. How could he get his grades up if he didn't eat and sleep enough? Not to mention he only went home to sleep. The rest of the time was spent wandering the streets with nothing to do. Nowhere to go. If, on some weird occasion he was home, he was either: completely wasted, nobody was home, or his dad had hurt him really bad. But...he wasn't about to tell Kakashi that.
"And this doesn't worry you?" Kakashi asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not in the very least...hm," Deidara said calmly, stepping back inside the classroom to get his stuff as the bell rang.
Later- Lunch
"Are you gonna eat those chips?"
Deidara looked up at Hidan and blinked. "What?" "I said 'Are you gonna eat those chips?'" Hidan said impatiently, a hungry look in his eyes.
"Oh...no here...hm," Deidara replied distractedly, tossing Hidan the bag.
"How about the burger?"
"No."
"The soda?"
"Uh...no."
"How ab-"
"Urusai and take the whole tray! I'm not hungry..." Deidara said, pushing his tray towards Hidan and earning a reproving look from Sasori.
"Alright!" Hidan yelled, grabbing the tray and practically inhaling the food. Konan looked at him in disgust.
Suddenly, someone walked in through the cafeteria doors. A woman with long, sleek black hair and large brown eyes that perfectly matched Sasori's. It was Midori. She was carrying Deidara's black and white striped jacket in one of her hands. She looked around for a few seconds and found Deidara, she began to walk towards him.
Nobod payed any attention to Midori and the noise in the cafeteria was undisturbed.
Deidara's face clearly looked furious. He ducked under the table and a few seconds later, Midori's legs were visible from under the table.
"Deidara, I know you're there..." Midori said. "Come one out..."
Deidara grimaced but stayed quiet. Finally, reluctantly, he crawled out from under that table and stood up, not looking at Midori, his face bright red and his arms crossed. He towered over her by at least a foot and she had to look up to see his face.
"What," Deidara demanded, not looking at her still.
"You forgot your jacket at home, and it's cold today..." Midori said kindly, holding Deidara's jacked out to him.
Deidara wrenched the jacket fiercely out of Midori's grip. "Gee thanks," he said, his voice dangerously soft and bathed in sarcasm. "But I was kind of hoping I might freeze to death today...you are...such a hero to me, hm. Guess my suicide will have to wait until you're not watching, won't it?"
Midori looked at him in shock, her face pale and her eyes wide. She stared intently at Deidara, her eyes on his eyebrow piercing and then on his lip piercing. She swallowed and looked around at the table: To Sasori's longish dark red hair and large brown eyes, his long bangs set aside a little but his eyebrow piercing could still be seen beneath it. To Konan's midnight blue hair and her long bangs covering one eye, her lip piercing and perfectly applied eyeliner. She looked at Pein with his bright orange hair and more piercings than any Midori had seen on a person. Then at Itachi, whose sleek, well-cared for black hair was tied in its usual ponytail and his stunning red eyes stared back at Midori. He was the only one without piercings but he did wear a necklace.
"Y-You must be Sasori..." Midori said shakily, putting out her hand to Sasori.
"What tells you that?" Deidara said sarcastically, sitting down again next to Sasori.
Itachi snorted. "I don't know...that maybe?" he pointed at the spiky black 'D' tattooed on Sasori's neck.
"Itachi...shut up, hm," Deidara said with a smirk.
"Why?" Itachi said. He reached over and lifted Deidara's sleeve to reveal a spiky black 'S' tattooed on his arm.
Deidara punched Itachi in the stomach and then wrenched his sleeve back down. He turned to look at Midori intently but she was looking at Sasori.
Sasori shook Midori's hand and said nothing, but eyed her observingly.
"Well...s-see you at home..." Midori stuttered. She waved and then hurried out of the cafeteria.
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Today only Nagato was home and he was drunk. Great.
"Wait...where are y-you going?" he stuttered as Deidara passed by.
Deidara stopped and faced Nagato. "My room, duh."
In the blink of an eye, Deidara was thrown against the wall. He fell to the floor with a thud and was glad he was not carrying a backpack or any books today.
Pain shot through Deidara's back as he made contact with the floor.
"Heh...w-weak just like your b-bitch of a mother..."
With that said, Nagato walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Deidara blinked a couple of times and got up. He ran into the kitchen, furious, at what Nagato had said about his mother.
"Oi, bastard!" Deidara said loudly as he entered the kitchen.
Nagato was busy raiding the fridge. He closed the door violently and turned around. "What did you call me?"
"You heard me!" Deidara shouted angrily, he stepped forward.
Nagato stumbled towards Deidara, his face contorted with rage.
Slam! Deidara was slammed against one of the cabinets, Nagato's hand around his neck. "W-who the fuck gave you p-permission to talk to me like that, eh?!"
Deidara tried to open his mouth to shout something back but all that came out was a strangled cry. He couldn't speak and was running out of oxygen.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you!!"
Deidara had begun to turn blue and was struggling against Nagato's grip. No luck.
"Answer me!" Nagato roared, although somewhere in his alcohol-filled mind he knew Deidara couldn't answer.
Deidara's legs were beginning to feel numb and he felt lightheaded. He was still struggling against Nagato's grip but his muscles were beginning to tingle and disobey his brain, he needed oxygen. He needed it now.
Nagato, finally fed up that Deidara hadn't answered him, smashed Deidara face-first into a cabinet, smearing the wood with fresh blood. He released Deidara, who fell limply onto the counter and then slid onto the floor not unlike a rag doll. He landed face down, staining both the counter and floor with blood from his nose and mouth.
"Let that be a l-lesson to you..." Nagato stuttered. giving Deidara a kick on the head. It wasn't a hard kick but it hurt all the same. Shooting one last glare at Deidara, he left and a few seconds later, the front door slammed shut, announcing Nagato had left.
Deidara lay face down on the white tile floor, bleeding. There was not just blood on his face though, there were also tears. He was crying, never having thought his father would do this. Everything he had ever done to Deidara was coming back.
He felt like he was going to pass out any moment, but he fought against the feeling desperately.
The front door opened and closed. Deidara sat up, but had to lean against the wall to stop himself from falling over. He felt dizzy and got onto his hands and knees, trying to push up so he could get to his feet. He felt weak.
Someone came into the kitchen...
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Misterious, much?? At the end I mean...well I hoped you guys enjoyed the chapter!! Don't worry there's many more to come! R&R plz? Thanks!!