Alright I know you all want me to get on with my story, and some more fluff, but this chapter is completely different than the rest of the story! Every three chapters or so I will be posting a chapter like this, basically about the other Akatsuki and how they managed to end up in Happy Leaf. Please enjoy!

My name is Deidara.

My last name has no importance.

And I have Anorexia Nervosa, and a speech impediment but the speech impediment is just a side disorder.

I was never a normal child, well I was, but I feel I need to explain that more for you to understand. I didn't have the same things a normal child would, yes that's a bit better. I had money, connections, my family was rich and had some huge business corporation. Something I'd be inheriting no matter what, it would be the life of luxury.

So did I listen to my teachers at private school?

Did I ever have consequences.

No, not that I can remember, oh wait one time I pissed my Dad off and he hit me, but that's about it, usually he just ignored me. And of course I didn't know at the time just never cared about me, seeing me as just another thing in his life, I wasn't a child he could dote on, and my mother could care less. They were money obsessed people like Kakuzu could be.

But I never realized it

.I thought their neglect for love came from my body. I was a boy, and my hair grew. Not just like normal grow but grew long, very long, no matter how many times it was cut it'd grow back longer and longer, until I'd taken to wearing my hair that way.

My impediment, always saying un after everything. Sure it was annoying, but it was just me I couldn't help it.

The hand mouths, my extraordinarily rare genetic disorder. It disgusted them, it disgusted everyone really. If I touched someone playing tag, or to ask a question the tongues would lick them, and they'd turn around disgusted. At important business dinners I refused to shake hands with anyone, much to the aggravation of my father and the annoyance of important business men. I never understood, did they want to be licked? I mean, I thought he wouldn't care if I wanted to shake someone's hand. Then I'd hold up my hands and they'd stare, making me feel like a freak.

However the thing I thought they were most ashamed of was how I looked. Personally how much I weighed. My mom was a stick, literally, and my dad was quite thin, however I made sure to eat, every meal, plus I had a bit of a sweet tooth and always had a couple of gummy bears on me while I was working. It's hard to believe I once enjoyed food so much. Then came Bulimia Nervosa. I began gorging myself in private, eating whatever the hell I could get my hands on and vomiting it back up. It was a win win I figured, I got to eat, and I'd lose weight. But a month after showed no it was on to Anorexia course I couldn't completely starve myself, I nibbled on a carrot or an apple wedge now and then, just to keep myself somewhat functioning. I was pleased with myself, the scales was showing a rapid weight loss. I had no interest in my art, my hand mouths were no longer drooling, instead they were sore and irritated from my Bulimia binge.

People noticed.

But it wasn't worry. They were impressed, it's the only word I could think of. At dinners no longer was I freak, they'd look at me and congratulate my dad on what a handsome son he had. They encouraged me, telling me to keep up the good work. I knew my hair was starting to dull, simply hidden by constant dyeing. My parents for once seemed to notice me. I was actually happy.

Until my heart stopped, or something like that happened. I'd been just drowsily leaning against my mom at a dinner. I hadn't been feeling good, not that I ever felt good, but it had just been a really bad day. My dad was talking, when my world became a blur, and I collapsed to the ground with an unexplainable amount of pain in my chest. Then everything went black, although I faintly remember someone pounding on my chest, honestly not the best feeling in the world.

I simply woke up in a hospital, immediately I'd become unnerved when I noticed the I.V. in my arm, worrying that it would do something, but I didn't have the strength to move it. It hurt a bit to breathe, and I felt ice cold, it was the first time I think I'd ever experienced my abnormal the doctors came in, telling me I'd experienced cardiac arrest and was very lucky to be alive. Then a woman I didn't know came in, telling me I was going to a place to help me. I didn't have a choice, no matter how much I didn't want help.

And the best part about it is my parents never showed.

When I first got to Happy Leaf there were only a few of us. Most of them aren't here anymore, only one or two actually were treated and are out patients, most just got worse, criminals and are in jail now. For me it wasn't too bad, my roommate was a guy my age named Orochimaru. He was pretty supportive, and he shared a defect like me! His tongue was long and looked pretty weird, so I'd been pretty excited to show him my hand mouths, and he'd been so fascinated by them.

I'd made a friend, and I was making progress, somewhat. Orochimaru showed me great ways to sneak purge, and he'd eat some of my food when we were positive that no one was watching.

In all I thought I'd found someone who understood me.

We bonded, kisses became natural, although sort of disgusting with his tongue.

Then one day, something happened. He walked into our room, and I'd squealed and run to him, only to feel a pinch in my arm. I looked in surprise to see a needle in my skin as he pressed the plunger, liquid going into my veins.

"It'll make this more fun." He promised, and I thought he'd given me ecstasy or something. I was wrong, suddenly there was such an immense amount of pain throughout my body I began shaking as he forced me onto the bed, stuffing a sock in my mouth. Then it all went black.

I woke up to half the world. Something was wrong, my one eye was black, I could see nothing out of it, my body was aching, and I simply felt like hell. In other words I was at the hospital again. They told me what happened, and it hurt, not just my body, but my heart. I really loved him, and he'd taken more from me than anyone ever could.

It was the reason I never accepted my roommates, they went to other places, found other people to help them. I was sullen and quiet, and showing signs of depression, which scared the hell out of them.

Then, Sasori came into my room.

I had a feeling that I could trust him, he was different.

He was a light that both of my eyes could see.