So Overrated

Warning:Yoai, cursing, abuse, rape, OC's etc. Don't like, don't read

Chapter Two: Akaga

Deidara would have skipped down the hall is if he could have; he was still limping.

First, that good for nothing bastard is not home nor would he be till tomorrow. Second, because of the current situation, meaning him and being a teacher, he was allowed to take today off to gather his materials for his first class, which was actually not one of his actual classes but just a substitute for the day; the music teacher (Kurenai was it?) called in this morning, just as Deidara was filling in the paper work and informed them that she was calling in sick. Hm, good thing she didn't have a class today. (There were no music classes of any kind besides band during Monday's)

Talking about that, it as one of the reasons Deidara was so happy today. Haggling Tsunade, he managed to make a few adjustments to the 'contract'. One, he, turning eighteen in a few months, meaning would not need the school to contact his 'guardian'. Two, the pay would be in full cash. Three, he would be teaching Math, English and maybe even French if he had too. Oh, and he would need to substitute every onceand a while like all the other teachers.

Unfortunately, because of this change, his whole time table was screwed. He went from Math to History, Science to PE, French to lunch and last but not least, Art and English. He liked his schedules; nobody bothered him that much in those classes and the teachers liked him. Although he's going to start teaching tomorrow, substituting first, his new schedule looked like this. First he was going to teach Math to the freshmen, then seniors. Then he had English with sophomores and juniors.

Lunch would come and he'd be forced to go to one of his most dreaded class; PE. You can pretty much tell why he didn't like PE. Guys picked on him, threw stuff at him and called him 'Small Dick'. Well, that was his fifth period, maybe things might change. (Funny, Deidara never even changed in front of them, wonder what could have made them think he has a 'small' dick.) PS: He had PE during forth when he had a regular schedule but now, he has it just before lunch.

It was almost time for lunch and he was walking down the hall headed towards the cafeteria; he had a little bit of money for lunch today. He passed the gym where the seniors were at. There were girls screaming.

"Kyaa! Kabuto-sama!"

"Look at me Kankuro-sama!"

He thought back at his hopeful thought earlier. 'So maybe things might not get better.'

Kabuto and Kankuro were one of the few that took pleasure in hurting him. It started when they were in seventh grade when the two transferred in. Immediately, they made a habit of picking on him.

It started with tripping him (seventh grade), then cornering him in the bathroom and slapping him around, not that much but it still left tiny bruises (eighth grade), pushing him against the walls when they met down the halls of school (ninth grade), spreading rumors about him having HIV and being an easy bitch for any guy that would screw him (tenth grade), shoving him around and pushing him to the ground (eleventh grade) and finally, all those years of collected experience lead them to now occasionally having a group beating torture.

Although now slightly rare, the beatings still hurts like hell, especially with his current conditions at home.

He made a face like he smelled something bad, like a skunk. He did not like the idea of having classes, especially PE, with those two. Not wanting to dwindle in this new misery, he quickly moved to the cafeteria.

As he did, he realized something.

Maybe he did have a little hope left; there were two PE teachers, a physical enthusiastic named Gai and a slightly strict woman named Anko. He just transferred from Anko's class to Gai's; maybe that class with Kabuto and Kankuro were Anko's fifth, not Gai's.

He just hoped.

Currently, he just already finished with all his remaining homework from his math, science, and well, the other classes. He was already halfway finished with them, might as well finish them. Asides from his homework, he was already finished with gathering his materials for his class the day after tomorrow (for math and English.)

The retired math and English teacher left very few materials for him to work with, but he managed. As far as he knew, the freshmen were in algebra one, the seniors in Pre-calculus. Both were doing as good as first graders. In English, the sophomores didn't know shit (he saw their past tests) and the juniors weren't doing well either.

As for tomorrow, he saw what Kurenaihad in plan; they were going to start composing littlesongs in groups. He was to teach her first, second, third and fourth. Maybe even her fifth depends if the other substitute got there in time. He didn't mind, he wasn't too fond of PE in the first place.

Before entering the large cafeteria, Deidara realized something, he didn't have his money with him; he gave Itsuko his money since she didn't have any left. She didn't want to ask him and Deidara would rather starve than ask him for money.

He licked his dry lips, flinching a tad as the moist tongue ran over the chapped lips. He knew that he shouldn't, licking dry lips just stripped them of their moisture, leaving them even dryer than before.

If lunch wasn't available, then he'd just go to the library.

Hey, he didn't have many friends anyway and as you could probably guess, he was a nerd.

Halfway there, the bell rang. Crap. Deidara raced to get to the library but as usual, being his popular self (notice the sarcasm) he didn't get there until ten minutes later. Hey, nobody could have kept their hands to themselves with him around.

As noted earlier, it took him around ten minutes to get to the library. By then, a couple of kids were already there, mostly to chat on the computer or 'Twit' or whatever it is they did.

Being him, you ought to think he was going to look up forums and blogson how to be 'cool' and all that other things geeks like him looked at. But no, actually he wasn't going to be looking at the history of cereal or 'how to be cool'. Instead, he was on a site called 'askudi dot net'. It was a site where people, often aspiring idols and song writers posted their work.

He discovered it last year when he was searching about the history of AskudaSong, a very old and ancient story about a woman who deceived her family for the sake of her love. In the end, he was only using her and she's been disgraced and removed from the family name, thrown out with only a bag of rice, some clothes and a budding seed within her. She died before she could have her baby.

Anyhow, that wasn't what he was there for. Let's face, he couldn't write a song worth of shit. He was pretty bad at it. But that's not what Akaga says.

Logged in, username Idei, he clicked on the tiny button that blinked 'friends'. Okay, maybe I lied earlier, he did have a friend. Only one, but this one was all he needed.

He smiled as he noticed the green circle by the name Akaga, indicating the person was online. Unable to contain his excitement, he immediately clicked on the name link, the page loading much slower than he expected, and clicked on the link that asked 'chat?'

Hello Aka-chan. He sent the greeting, waiting only a second before a reply came back.

Idei, I'm not Aka-chan! Akaga typed, adding a 'XP' face after it. XP

Fine, fine. There were some things about Akaga that Deidara found out over the few moments that they chatted. One, Akaga went to the same school as him.

So did you finish that new song yet? As stated above, was a site for inspiring song writers and singers. Akagawas, as far as he knew, the boy played a littleguitar and sang a little.

Not yet. I'm stuck at the second verse.

I wish I could help. Deidara typed. He clicked his tounge softly. He wished he could. he really did, but he didn't know how to write songs.

You should. Yeah, come on and help me!

Ok- He paused. Whoops. I meant, I wish I could. But you know i couldn't make one to save my life.

Obviously, either Akaga didn't see the new message or he just ignored him. Cool. I love you, here, I'll send you what I've got so far.

So you here today? Deidara typed.

Yeah, I'm at the library. You?

Really? Hey! Me too. You should tell me where you are.

….. No.

Deidara frowned. They've been friends for almost a year now. He still has no idea as to who it was or even a clue as to who it is. Why not? XP

He could almost feel Akaga grinning like an idiot as he typed the next part in.

Because you might rape me if you saw me. Two, he was very big headed and thought highly of himself. And he thought he was some kind of sex god who no one could refuse. Exactly, big headed.

Cocky much? As if. If I saw you, my eyes would immediately burn. Deidara shot back. He wasn't that good at 'talking smack' so this was kind of the best he could do.

Yes my dear, my ego is as big as my cock if you must know. Deidara would have blushed if he wasn't used to how Akaga spoke, er, type. Hey, he has known Akaga for almost a year now, he was bound to get use to the other boy's way of speaking… typing.

Don't you mean it's as big as your pinkie? He could practically feel the boy pouting.

Jerk.

Deidara heard his stomach growl. It growled loud enough that a couple of super sensitive nerds that sat three chairs away looked up to find the sourceof their disturbance. Deidara blushed and swore his stomach did that just to spite him.

If I'm a jerk, then what are you?

Your pimp?

Deidara would have laughed if he wasn't Deidara, and still in pain. He could talk to Akaga about anything, anything and the boy could make him laugh. As long as he had him, he could forget everything, even just for a moment.

More like a pimple.

Hey! Meanie... What's your number?

Deidara hesitated. Should he tell him? Should he tell Akaga, his only and possibly his best friend that he couldn't? He couldn't because he didn't have a number? He didn't have a number because he didn't have a phone?

Why? He typed, unsure of what to tell him.

Talking only during lunch is boring. You might miss me too much. There goes his cockiness again. Deidara smiled.

I don't have a phone. He typed it. He should just shot himself in the head. Or maybe just bang his head against the desk. He wanted to shake himself. Why did he tell him that!

A minute pass, Akaga didn't reply back. He didn't until five minutes later. Odd, usually, it only took him seconds, the most a minute.

Come back to the library after school. Look over that place later. Gtg.

Deidara was a little shock. Usually, he had to be the one to log off first. Usually, Akaga would talk nonstop, usually about the most random of things.

Within a second, Akaga was off.

Deidara blinked. Without him, he really didn't have a reason to stay here and online. He stood up, stepping away from the computer and turned around.

Bad timing. Just plain, bad, evil timing.

He just happened to run into another one of them.

Teal eyes glared at him, the killing aura brushing off of the boy. They were almost the same height or at least that's what Deidara thought, except the other boy was standing with a aura that made people stare in awe while the blond was hunched over like the Hunchback from that one American movie. He had the same blood red hair as the other one of his kind.

Sabaku Garaa.

He shivered under the cold glare. Scared as little girl, he lowered his head and apologized, hoping to get away as soon as possible. "I-I'm so-sorry un…" He stepped to his right, as did the other boy. He stepped to the left, as did the other one.

He took a peak up; the beautiful teal eyes were still giving him the cold shoulder. "Ex-excuse me un."

He tried to step around the unworldly creature, which resulted to a kid sticking out their foot to trip him, which resulted to him tripping and falling very awkwardly in front of the inhuman creature.

The students (which happen to multiply at the moment) all did what they did best; they pointed and laughed.

"Oh my god, like, look at that loser." Oh, they're talking about me.

"Fucking idiot, he actually tripped in front of Sabaku." Yeah, me.

"Oh no! He touched my Gaara-sama!" He only accidentally touched the tip of the red head's shoe.

"Gaara-sama!"

He felt somebody throw some balled papers at him. Where was the librarian anyway? Or teacher for the matter.

Somebody got bold and threw at tiny, but hard covered book at his fallen figure. "I-itai un…" He muttered under his breath as it hit exactly at one of his new bruises (the one of his back). Nobody could hear either way, they were all laughing to loud to even hear him scream if he did.

Deidara felt the Sabaku's shoe remove from his side; he braced himself. He was so sure that he was going to receive a kick from the cherry headed cutie. He was so sure he was going to kick him like all the others; he was as sure that he was going to get kick as he was a boy, the world was round and that he was a living, breathing human.

Like him, the other students held their breath, waiting for Gaara to at least kick the boy, maybe even two or more strikes.

Instead, he felt somebody go over him. Their foot went over him, yet it never even touched him.

He looked up, amazed and in awe. The only thing he saw of the saint was the figure of his back, exiting the library. He was frozen for a moment, but retaliated soon enough. He noticed that he wasn't the only one shocked from the alien gesture to him; everybody could only stare at the boy's extruding figure. He took advantage of the situation and sneaked out through the back door.

Lunch ended a while ago; the students were now in their sixth period classes. Deidara was hanging out in the teachers lounge. He was laying down on the tiny couch, the one that felt like heaven (compared to where he usually slept). Staring at nothing except the ceiling, he pulled out a small piece of paper; his schedule.

"Algebra with the freshmen un." He looked down at the others, tracing his finger over the lettering. "Pre-calculus with the senior." He looked down to the next one. "English with sophomores and juniors un." He licked his lips, a habit that began years back; he does that when he either gets nervous or studying to remember something. 'PE for fifth, then French for sixth and Art for last.'

"Art un." He liked art. If anything, it was one of his best subject. Well, let's face it, he was pretty much good in anything that didn't involve any physical assessment of some sort. But art, well, it was actually one of the classes he liked.

He had art with Asuma, a middle aged man who liked to smoke. The class was small with only ten students, including him. Most of the students were nerds themselves, many loners who didn't bother him. Asuma pretty much lets the class do whatever they wanted whether it was sleeping, painting or talking among themselves. (Not that they talked to Deidara though.)

In the class, Deidara kept to himself. He painted and sketch occasionally, but mostly sketched. He liked sculptingthe most, but the class didn't have enough funds to buy such material. Asuma, being the lazy bum that he was, didn't even bother to check how the students actually did; if they turned it in, it's an A.

He wondered who he would have for art. Asuma only taught third, fourth and sixth period art, the rest he taught band. He wondered who he would have.

He held the paper out in the of him, or in this case, above him. Outstretch, he skimmed over the tiny piece as the light from the light blub shined, allowing him to see the paper with ease. He stayed there for a moment, feeling something off.

Was it that he had a job now? Something was off and he could tell. He kept looking at the piece of paper he held in his hand. His hand. His hand? Wait-

He sat up in a haste. He moaned; the blood rushed to his head. "Oww un." He muttered. Ignoring the pain that rushed to his head, he looked at his hand. He looked at both. There was nothing. It was gone. It was gone.

He had looked. He had looked everywhere. He couldn't find it.

It wasn't here. It wasn't on his hand, it wasn't in his bag nor was it anywhere on him.

It wasn't the library, the halls or anywhere in school. He had it this morning, he remembered. He clutched his right hand, the absent material causng him a lot of discomfort. How could he lose it? How could he? It was important to him, he valued it over his life.

It was his parents last creation; the last before they left.

It was almost the end of school. Ten minutes till. He's been looking for it since the beginning of sixth period. Around an hour has passed.

He still couldn't find it.

It wasn't around the school. He was sure it wasn't.

He isn't here today, he could look around the path he usually took to get home. Maybe he dropped it.

The bell rang; he stuffed his sketch pad in his locker as well as his other books. His bag was almost empty asides from the seventy-paged notebook, some pencils and a thin set of clothes that consisted of a long sleeve gray shirt and a pair of old denim jeans.

Being slightly tired (especially the kids who had Gai today) his peers weren't as active as they usually were. Only three people pushed him around the halls.

He was ready to go home; his things were packed, his materials for tomorrows class all ready to go.

It was already thirty minutes after school, most of the kids were already gone saved for the few in sports and such. Usually, Deidara would have been gone as well; he had a 'curfew' to abide to. But as you could tell, today, he didn't have to. Today, he could pretty much do anything that his pretty little heart desired. Hell he could even take a warm bath today or maybe watch that American comedy show with Daniel Tosh. He liked that guy, he was pretty funny. (He only saw it five times, mostly when Itsuko was watching it, but still.)

Although he had all the time in the world today, he decided to leave already. As he glared at the imaginary missing item from his finger, he let out a long sigh. He had a long way to look and gosh, why did he had to take that new, unfamiliar route? He took a deep breath in and this time, let out a deep yet childish growl at no apparent person or thing.

He was almost out when he realized something; Akaga. He remembered that somewhat of a sex-maniac told him to visit the library after school. He was slightly hesitant to go back, then he remembered he didn't have to rush to get 'home'. With a one-eighty spin, he made a bee line towards the library, which happened to b exactly at the opposite side of the large school.

"O-Orochimaru-sensei.."

"Ah, Iwa-kun."

Deidara stop and froze like a deer in head lights. He tilted his head slightly up to face the taller man. The last time he saw the taller of the two was around five years ago and nothing about the ebony head has changed.

The blond faced his former English teacher from seventh grade. Well, the man was only an intern, a student-teacher at the time. If he remembered correctly, the man was only twenty two then so he was around twenty seven or so now.

Since the first day of seventh grade to this moment, nothing of the other has change. His face was still as pale and blank as an untouched canvas, indifferent but still attractive. He was tall standing at least a head's length over the younger boy, maybe around 6' 4". His body was still the same, lean with a little muscle, much in contrast with Deidara's own soft and squishy self. His long ebony locks were prisoned with a white hairband in a low pony-tail. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, the ones most of the male teachers wore. He had on a plain white long sleeved shirt, just white, no design.

Deidara wasn't sure as to what to say. What do you say to your English teacher you had in seventh grade, the one you haven't seen in five years, the one that all the girls in school squealed about? "H-hi Sensie, un." That was kind of lame... It was the best he could think of.

"Hello Iwa-kun." Hey, the other guy wasn't much of a talker either.

Deidarastill felt frozen as his former teacher stared at him with his snake-like eyes. The golden orbs were on him and it made him uncomfortable; the only time anybody looked at him, it was to either hurt him or make fun of him. He didn't get any negative feeling from this man.

"Ano, Sensei, why are you here un?" He didn't know what else to say.

"I'm teaching... here." He had a slight lisp sounding his t's like s's. His voicewas deep, he had the voice of a 'man', per say.

"Eh?" His eyes widen, although they weren't noticeable behind the layers of hair that covered his face. "R-really?"

Orochimaru smiled. He missed the young boy; he was the best student and he could actually speak in his native language around his former student. Orochimaru lived the first fifteen years of his life in the States then moved to Japan and has been living there since. "So what are you still doing here at school?" He asked in perfect English.

"Oh I was-" He gasp. He started to fidget and look down. "Um, sorry Sensei, but I have to go." He almost forgot about Akaga. Hopefully the librarian was still here. He made a slight bow towards his former teacher as he scurried off.

Orochimaru's eyes widen and blink in slight confusion. "Strange boy..."

"W-wait Sana-san!" He reverted back to Japanese.

He had just ran into his former English teacher from seventh grade. The little reunion actually took a lot longer than Deidara expected. He ran, hoping to catch Sana, the assistant librarian for the evening. He had almost forgot about what Akaga asked of him.

"Oh, Iwa-kun." The old woman stood above him. He would have pouted in displeasure if he wasn't use to looking up at the librarian. He hated being 5' 4". "What are you still doing here?"

Deidara noticed her hands on the keys which were in the key hole of the library door. "I-I forgot something in here." He explained. "I really need it, do you mind letting me get it?" He somewhat pleaded. "Please Sana-san?"

The older woman didn't even needed that puppy dog look to be convince, well, not that she could have seen it anyway. Either way, she sighed. Although Deidara and Sana were on good terms (considering how the other students are) Deidara wouldn't have guess what she was going to do next. She turned and pulled out the keys. Then she tossed it at him.

He caught it with little difficulty. But now he was a little more confuse. "Sana-san?"

She gave him a little smile as she retreated. "Don't let anybody else in, don't trash the place so much and please, no porn. Damn computers already got viruses from those stupid bunch. Just get those back to me at lunch."

Slightly surprised, he bowed in respect and thanked her. "Th-thank you Sana-san!"

He looked up and down, left to right. He looked through books and shelves, nothing. He couldn't find anything meant for him and it's already been twenty minutes. Akaga told him to look at the 'usual' place or something, but the other boy never did bother explain to him where it was.

So here he was, looking for anything that could have been from his internet best friend. "Stupid Akaga!" He moaned in annoyancece.

He was almost gonna give up. He was rather tired, well, he was tired everyday, although today, he could rest, maybe even dream a little. Maybe fate or whoever was up there didn't like Deidara; well that would actually explain a lot the things that happened in his life. Think how hilarious it would be for the guys up there, he spent a long time looking for, well, he had no idea what he was looking for. But he was looking. And now, he's given up. He's gotten his stuff and is ready to go home and then, it shows.

Actually, it rang. And vibrated! It was a 12012 song, Cyclone. He followed the music and ended up by the music section. He looked everywhere... But here. It lead the young Iwa to one of the 'love' seats, or was it couch? Putting that asides, the got on his knees and looked underneath the thing.

A red box.

He pulled it out. The music was still on. It was meant for him, the big 'IDEI' sign led him to believe so. So he did what most people do. He opened the box.

He gasp as he pulled the shiny object out of the tiny box. It was a ce-ce-ce-

"A cell phone?" He held the tiny object with absolute cautious. He held it like a piece of irreplaceable gem.

He didn't know how to react. Did Akaga really- Oh gosh, he blushed with happiness. He almost dropped it when it vibrated, the 12012 ring tone ringing again. But of course, he didn't. "Wh-what?"

New Message from Akaga-sama

Deidara blinked. He was smart, but he never really had a phone before. It only took him five minutes to figure out how to access the thing.

Hey! Yo Idei, how do you like this? Now you can contact me whenever you miss me. .^

He smiled. Typical Akaga.

It had no manual with it, darn. But, being the genius that he was, it only took him a few more minutes to figure out how the thing worked.

He was happy about it, but he felt guilty as well. Phone bill cost a lot and this kind of phone was really pricey.

Why? He texted back. He had a little trouble, the touch screen was a little hard to type with. And he wasn't used to texting in general.

New Message from Akaga-sama. He opened it. What do you mean why? I know how hard it is for you to be away from me, and I hate using the computer, I'm a better texter.

Deidara didn't know how to reply. But he was still extremely happy. But also still guilty. I can't take this though.

New Message from Akaga-sama. He opened the new message. Keep it, it's non-refundable. I was gonna use it but I don't like pink.

It was now that he realized something. One, the design was pink, a very pale pink with all kinds of frilly, girly, lacey designs. Oh and two, the other was under 'Akaga-sama'. Pst, Sama? Yeah right.

Before he could reply, he received another message.

Aw shit, gtg

That was it. He tried texting back, but the other wouldn't reply.

With defeat, yet complete happiness, he stored the phone deep inside his bag. Of course, he did made minor adjustments to the phone before he got it out of sight.

Phone away, he took the box and shoved it in his bag as well. He did fail to notice the alerts as he accidentally closed them earlier. But if he did, he would have saw '40 Miss Calls' Which was al from a certain egoistic person.

It was already an hour since school ended and he was finally leaving. Dang, that was the longest he's ever stayed back at school. Usually, every second counted, but today, as stated earlier, he had all the time in the world. Which was good, since he had to go look for his missing item.

It was seven now. Deidara gave up looking for the missing piece. He was tired and could use a hot, steamy bath. Oh the thought itself made him giggle like a little kid on Christmas. He decided to look again next time.

Today was a good day. A very good day. Well, asides from losing his ring, it was a good day. He wasn't home, he had a job, he's turning eighteen in a few months, he had a (kind of) new set of clothes and he now has a phone. Oh, and the kids in school didn't really bother him.

He pulled out the keys from his bag and unlock the door of the two story house. The light was off, of course. Nobody was home. Itsuko was at her slumber party and he was at work. He happily walked in, a big smile on his face. Tomorrow was gonna be a great day, and if it was like anything today, it would be a miracle.

He was going to head to his room, wash his clothes (from today) and take a hot bath. That was his plan. He was to walk pass the living room, up the stairs, take a hot bath, down the stairs and to his room.

But then again, somebody up there did not like him.

Without turning on the lights (although he was scared of the dark) he made his way to pass the living room. One foot was on the stairs, the other still on the first level. He heard something creak behind him.

He turned around.

Even with the lights off, he could see the silouete of a person. He froze, his blue orbs clashing agaisnt the green that glared daggers at him.

"Where the fuck were you?"

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