So Overrated
Warnings- Yoai, rape, abuse, cursing, OC's etc. Don't like, don't read.
A/N: Although the school is in Japan, the system is like an American school meaning different teachers, freshmen to senior, etc.
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"Where the fuck were you?" The person hissed. His voice was clumsy and slurring. The figure came closer to him, his silhouette growing larger with each step he took. With a loud thud, the lights flashed on.
Just three feet away from the blonde was a man. His brown hair was limp, sweat dripping off his handsome face. He looked as though he wore a business suit, except his jacket laid dead on the floor, his tie crooked and loose and his button up shirt button downed halfway. His muscles were visible, the opened shirt allowing anybody to see. His attractive face was cold and uncaring.
Deidara froze, unable to answer. He felt himself tremble as he noticed the smell around the room. His eyes were wide open in fear. Alcohol.
"I said, where the fuck were you?" He growled. He reached out to touch younger boy's face.
Deidara flinched as the large hands made contact.
The older man's face soften, his face much more appealing. He caressed the pale skin of the younger.
"Ha-Hajime-san." He croaked. His whole body was shaking and he felt limp; he dropped his bag besides him.
"Hajime-san?" The older man questioned. He brought his face close to Deidara's own. "What happened to Onii-chan?" His hot breath entered the others sensitive ear, his tongue tracing down the others right cheek.
The young Iwa closed his eyes shut. He chocked from disgust, the strong smell of alcohol circling his area of air.
Hajime pulled down on the black collar of Deidara's shirt as while trailing butterfly kisses on the Iwa kid. He kissed the pale boy's neck, sucking lightly, and then quickly moving on to his visible collarbone.
Deidara used all of his energy to pull his arms up, hoping the older male would stop. He did.
He looked up to the taller male, his eyes begging for him to stop. Although his hair usually covered his face, a thick lock was pushed back revealing one of his silver blue eyes. "Pl-please don't un." He whispered with desperation.
Something flashed through the green orbs as he made contact with the larger blue ones.
Slap!
There followed a loud thud as Deidara slammed against the wall. The shock traveled up the wall, the pictures that hung above him shaking and falling. He yelped as picture frames crashed down on him.
"You-you little bitch!" Hajime screamed at Deidara.
Deidara looked up, his blue eyes filled with fear and sadness.
"Stop that!" The brunette kicked him in the stomach.
Deidara gasp in pain. He clutched his stomach, the pain from the sudden attack reminding him of his earlier injuries. He let out a small moan as he looked up to Hajime. It was painful, the area was sure to bruise.
With a swift movement, Deidara was pulled up to his knees as Hajime grabbed a handful of his long hair tugging him up. He closed his eyes.
When he opened them, he came face to face with the older man. Because his hair was pulled up, his half of his face was revealed. With much contrast of his body, his face was untouched. No wound of any sort marked his face. His pale face was contorted in pain and sadness.
He was jabbed in the stomach and kicked as he fell of the stairs and back to the cold floors. The older man kept punching and kicking him. He never went above the neck which was marked with light hickeys.
"Don't!" Hajime screamed. He went for his ribs. "Do that!"
Deidara gasp as the leather foot made contact with his fragile build. He gasps for air as man continuously attacked his respiratory system.
It continued for what felt like forever. Deidara no longer pleaded, he was too tired. Hopefully, this would be it.
"Fuck!" The brunette screamed.
Deidara kept his eyes closed as the man beat down on him. That was until he heard the sound of clothes rustling. He turned his head meekly, straining his neck to look behind him.
He didn't even have a second before the large object penetrated him from behind. He let out a silent scream, his eyes watering but no tears falling. He bit his bottom lip while shutting his eyes. He didn't even feel the other pull his garments off.
With no preparation, the older man's dry membrane entered the teens, fast and hard. His enlarge organ entered Deidara's lower half with no warning.
Deidara felt as though his bottom was being torn into two. It felt like he was literary being split in two. The pain was so excruciating he couldn't even slip a sound between his two pale lips. He felt the older man pulled on his hair, the brunette thrusting his cock in and out with no consideration to the boy.
Hajime roughly grasp the younger boy's hips, thrusting deeper into him by the second. He rammed the boy as hard as he could, wanting, no, needing to hurt him.
No sound escaped his lips.
Angered at the younger boy's lack of reaction, he repeatedly shoved his large erection into Deidara.
Deidara formed a fist, his knuckles turning a dangerous shade of white. The pain, the humiliation, the shame that this single devil inflicted upon him, oh how he wishes he could stop them. If only he could die, all these pains would disappear.
But he couldn't, he knew he just couldn't. Not when he had to look after his younger sister.
According to the law, this devil in disguise was their guardian, being the only live relative they had. Hajime Fuwa, a successful but young man business man, was only twenty one when he got custody of his niece and nephew. It's been ten years.
The pedopath was reaching his climax. He grunted as he shoved his cock into the blonde. He's been at it for ten minutes, going all out into with full strength; the man had stamina.
Deidara knew he was going to suffer from friction burn later on. His pale knuckles were as white as a blank paper, his bottom lip redder than normal. The boy had been biting his lips hard enough to draw a couple drops of blood.
"Fuck!" Hajime yelled with extreme pleasure as he climaxed, moaning with great pleasure afterwards. "Ah, mmmm."
Deidara could feel the hot liquid being squeezed into him, filling whatever space remained. His face flushed with a pale red, the humiliation causing it.
Suddenly, he felt his torturer pull out. The hot liquid seeped out of his abused hole, the cum mixing with the blood from his injured bottom.
"Fuck." The thirty-one year old cussed as he stared at the mess. He did admire his 'work' with a drunken stare for a second. As usual, he picked up his items, which consisted of his jacket and, well, his clothes that he'd removed earlier.
His eyes were opening and closing in a way to indicate he was going to crash in a minute or so. He made his way up to the stairs, wobbling slightly due to the large amount of alcohol he induced earlier.
"Hey." He called out to Deidara who was still on the floor, his body cold and unmoving. "This mess up better be cleaned before I wake up tomorrow." He hissed his voice less threatening due to his drunkenness.
Deidara didn't dare move until he heard the door slam upstairs.
Slowly, he pushed himself up, his body now in a sitting position. His face was monotonous as he grabbed his underwear and pants, putting them on, getting the cum mixed with blood on them. He didn't care. He placed the frames back on the wall. Then he grabbed a rag from the closet, wiping the evidence away. Taking the rag to the sink, he washed the product from the cloth, not even bothering to wait for the freezing water to heat up.
He placed the rag back and grabbed his stuff. The trip to his room was silent; he made no sound as he dropped of his bag and grabbed the red boxer from this morning.
There were four bathrooms in the house; three had a shower inside them. His sister and uncle got the two showers up stairs, he got the shower downstairs. There was also another bathroom downstairs which came with a toilet, sink and mirror.
He entered the small bathroom, his eyes never leaving the floor. He didn't want to look in the mirror.
He loved his sister. He loved her more than anything in the world. He would do anything for her. Anything to keep her safe.
He stripped his clothes, tossing them in the tiny tub. He was fully naked now; he never looked in the mirror.
He turned on the water. There were two sets of knobs, one for cold water, the other for hot. He only turned on the cold water. Why? The hot water was turned off. Well, only for his bathroom.
He grabbed his soiled clothes, quickly rinsing them under the cold water. The used water turned a slight pink, due to the liquid that stained it slightly. His hands begged him to stop, hell his whole body was wishing for it to stop.
He rang the water out of the clothes, grabbing a thin wire hanger from the tiny hook. He hung the outfit and set it aside. Then he jumped in the tub.
His body was yelling at him, telling him to get out of the freezing water. He didn't, he was numb, and he didn't feel anything. He didn't feel the millions of nerves begging him to step out of the water.
He didn't feel anything. He shouldn't feel anything. He should be used to this by now. He should be brave.
But something hit him. He felt the hot cum dribble down his leg, the only thing somewhat warm.
His legs started to wobble, his body started to tremble. He should be used to this by now, but he isn't.
His whole body ached and burned with pain. He fell to his knees, every bit of strength waning from his tiny body. His whole body was shaking furiously. He grabbed his shoulders, hoping to get a hold of himself.
"Mom, Dad….." He chocked under his breath.
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Sasori gasp as he sat up, his heart beating fast, sweat dripping down his face. Awful dream really. Then he noticed the clock that he usually placed by his bed was missing. He looked around. The wall, the floor, the bed, it wasn't his…. Where was he-
"Mmmm…" He looked down beside him. It was a woman.
From the looks of it, she was around twenty or so. Her short greenish hair was tousled all over the pillow. He tried to move his arm. Fail.
The woman, who ever she may be, had a death grip. It took Sasori a couple of tries to get her perfect little manicure hands off of him.
He got out of the bed and grumbled as he realized all of his clothes were off. He looked down and saw what seemed to be the remains of last night's activity. Finding a tissue box, much to his convince, he grabbed a couple of tissue and wiped his length.
Luckily, he found his clothes right away, unlike last time. He swore that woman would have chained him if he hadn't got away in time.
He threw on his red long sleeve shirt, followed by his grey boxers and black jeans. His red top hung on to his lean frame, the plenty room giving him space to breath. His pants on the other hand clung tight to his legs, the tight fabric giving him very little space to move. Strange at how his phone was still uncrushed.
He found his keys and wallet on the coffee table.
Cautious not to wake the strange woman up, he glided along the carpeted floor; the only sound was the woman's light breathing.
'-But you're not alone make no mistake!
I'll be right there when you lose all hope
When all you feel is pain-'
Sasori fumbled through his pants, his hands panicky. He hurriedly silenced the phone.
"Mmm.. Itachi-sama…." He froze his whole body still; maybe he was trying that whole 'if I don't move, she won't see me.' A minute passed until he rigidly turn his head around, peeking slightly at the (thankfully) still sleeping woman.
He quickly proceeded to sneak out the door, gentlemanly enough to lock the door. He felt something in his pocket; it was a business card.
"Miyabe Kiri, Hotel Minaro Sub-Manager." He muttered under his breath as he leaned against the wall. He thought for a moment, thinking as to how he ended up with this older woman.
'Ah, the party.' Earlier the evening, he was forced to go to a grand party by his grandmother, who was also the CEO of Akasuna Enterprise. He snuck out after twenty minutes of being around old bags and ass kissers. He 'opened' the door to one of the many hotel rooms (maybe it was because it was a hotel).
He was found by that woman a few hours later, forgetting that he was only 'borrowing' the room, and ordered some room service.
He was smart enough to use an alias. Hehe, poor Itachi.
So that's he ended up here.
He opened his phone, flipping the Porsche Sagem P9521 cellphone.
It was only nine, almost five hours since he ditched the party. "Wait." He told himself. "What the-"
His phone was red, this phone was black. His screen consisted of a picture of a puppet, this screen had a blank white screen. He groaned in displeasure; this was his cousin's phone. If he had his, then his cousin probably had his.
The phone rang again.
'When you lose yourself,
When you lose all hope
I'll be-'
Slightly pissed at the mix up, Sasori pulled the battery out of the phone, not even bothering to check who was calling and/or texting him.
He somehow managed to sneak out of the grand hotel without running into anybody. Okay, without anybody stopping him.
His car…. He didn't have it. He remembered.
His grandmother forced him to go with her to the party, pulling him straight from school. His was still wearing the same clothes as the morning. She didn't seem to care that he was wearing his casual clothes although the party was more formal.
Why didn't he have his car? Great.
He cursed the gods above as he shoved his hands in his pockets, shivering slightly at the cold breeze.
This was going to be a long walk.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee- Deidara lightly pressed the snooze button on his watch. It was six. He groaned as he rolled to his side. He was sore all over, his bottom very raw; friction burn.
He clenched his eyes, silently wishing everything could just go away, mostly the pain. He waited for a few seconds. Nope, it was still the same.
"Mmm…" He moaned as he pushed himself up. Usually, he got up seven; today though was a special day. He needed to look good…. Well, as 'good' as he could.
He closed his eyes, refusing the light that forced themselves in his room. He moved forward to his closet, opens it and grabbed a set of clothes automatically as though he was robotic. His movements were short and rigid. A sudden change from his usual black long sleeve and black jeans; he now pulled a gray long sleeve shirt over his head and a dark blue jeans.
He did switch his red boxers which he slept in last night with the ones on the hanger. Besides them were freshly washed socks.
He opened his eyes. He dared look at himself through the mirror now that he was fully clothes. He really couldn't tell. One, he had his hair over his face, which was actually normal, but two, he didn't have his glasses on. He could never see without them. He's as blind as a bat without them.
He grabbed a tiny brush from the bottom of his minuscule drawer, a black hair tie along with it. He decided to change his look; he was now attempting to put his hair in a half ponytail, his crown area tied up while the rest lay against his back. Somehow, he managed to, slightly surprising himself; he thought it would have been harder.
Asides from that part, he decided to tuck back a part of his hair in the front, allowing a little light in and a better view. He thought it would be awkward if his students couldn't see his face, but he was still shy about the subject so he settled with only showing half of his face.
Slipping on his usual grey jacket, he noticed something feel with a slight thud. He bent down to pick it up, regretting it immediately; a sudden and mostly painful shock ran down his side. "I-itai un." He muttered, picking up the item while his body was still slightly numb with pain.
The item was small, somewhat smooth with a cool touch to it and pink.
His pain plastered face immediately turned into a smile. All the pain and misfortunes from yesterday just seemed to disappear as Deidara ran his little fingers over the smooth surface. 'Akaga.' He thanked the other boy mentally. If only he knew who he was; of course he'd rather the other boy didn't know who he was.
Deidara quickly placed the phone in his pocket where he'd always know it would be.
In minutes, he managed to get dress, fix his hair (rather nicely if he had to say) and gather all his supply he would need for the day; he had most of his school supplies at school in his locker and usually just take a notebook, some paper and pencils and homework if needed.
He checked is watch; it was six twenty.
Since today he felt it would take him around forty or more minutes to get to school. He also needed to get ready for his first 'class' so he needed to get to school estimated twenty more minutes earlier. If he left now, he should be able to have forty minutes to find his missing article.
He wrapped a hand around the other, the ghostly feel of the ring lingering on his left hand. He should be able to find it. No, he has to find it.
He refused to turn his hands palm up. He would grimace at the memory every time he did.
He sighed heavily, breathing in the thick air. He should leave now, if he did, maybe his 'guardian' would still be asleep in his bed. He was pretty sure he would be out.
Shoes on, bag ready, appearance somewhat better, he was ready. He tiptoed out of his room, his foot barely making a sound. It was his heavy breathing that was most noticeable.
He was almost at the door, not even bothering to try to get something from the kitchen. He was so close; he was just passing the stairs. He was so close when it rang.
'Kimi no ibasho sae wakaranai
Kimi no egao sae wakaranai
Fuan no uzu ni-'
He fumbled through his pockets before locating the ruckus maker. The phone. He quickly silenced the technology, hoping it didn't do any damage. He froze, no parts of his body making any kind of noise. He hoped he didn't wake his 'uncle' up.
He heard a creak. He dared turn his head around, looking up into the stairs; there was nothing.
Deidara released a rather large breath he was holding. Quickly, he scrambled out of the house.
He pulled out the pink machine from his pocket.
New Message from Aka-Chan.
He giggled softly as he was 'Aka-Chan'. He knew Akaga wouldn't like it, but he found it amusing. Quickly, he opened the message.
Morning beautiful, sorry to wake you up from your dream, but here I am no need to dream about Ore-sama anymore.
Deidara chuckled at the haughtiness the other boy possessed. If only he had that same attitude.
What Ore-sama? You're more of an Oreo.
He typed. He clicked his tongue as he messed up the spelling at least two times before sending the reply back. Oreo? That's an inside joke, something he and Akaga talked about when they first met.
He immediately received a rather long message. Deidara was in slight awe. It took him a few minutes to text (which was slightly good considering that he never really had a phone like this one) a few words while Akaga was texting back sentences in seconds.
As long as you're milk. _^ Anyway did you get the song yet? How is it? What did you think about the chorus? What about the second verse, did you think of anything? Ahh! I'm so confuse about it!
He would have laughed at the boy's somewhat of an outburst. He didn't though, his chest hurts.
I didn't get the song yet. Are you sure you sent it? Akaga told him he was going to send the lyrics but he still didn't get anything yet.
What? I sent it… Stupid computer. Hold on, let me send it to you.
Deidara scrunched his face slightly. Okay, I'll look at it at lunch.
Immediately, the boy replied back. What? Why later? Do it now. He ordered.
Deidara licked his lips, a horrible habit he had developed over the years. I don't have a computer.
So what?
I can't check my mail without it.
Use your phone.
Deidara was a little stumped. He could use a phone to check his mail? He may be book smart but he is far from social and trend smart.
Okay. Ho-
Deidara ran into a tree. And fell on his ass.
"It-itai! Un!" He looked up, snaring at the old tree. He glared behind his glasses for a moment before he realized something. He looked around the area, the large houses around very alien to him.
Where was he?
He was… Where was he? He looked around, nothing looked familiar.
Oh crud.
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"Give it back!" Moegi reached for her book, only to have the thief pull away just before she could get it. She fell off her seat, the whole class laughing. She blushed, her normally flushed cheeks as red as a tomato. The freshmen glared at the boy who was, as well as the whole class, laughing at her.
"Sa-sa-saru -" That's Kugo Moegi, freshmen.
"Sa-sa-saru-" The boy repeated, mocking the her. "What, cat's got your tongue Kugo?" He then proceeded to stick his tongue out at the Moegi. That's Sarutobi Konohamaru, freshmen.
Pissed, the fifteen year old girl got up and tackled him.
The class watched with anticipation, laughing at the duo. Usually, their teacher would have come in already.
"Hey guys, just where is Kure-"
The book just so happened to fly out of Konohamaru's hand, while the door just happened to open with the book flying its way.
"Wah!" Was a follower from a rather loud thud!
The class turned their heads, noticing the stranger.
"Ah!" Kurihawa Udon rushed to the person's side, who was covering their face.
"Ah!" Moegi gasp, pointing at the book that laid in front of the person.
The duo turned to each other, glaring.
"Look what you did!" They screamed in stereo. "Me!" They pointed at themselves. "No you!"
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On the other side of the room, Hikaru Udon was tending to the stranger.
Udon studied the mysterious person, taking note of their long, somewhat dry blonde hair, their gray jacket; the person was probably looking for a brother or sister, they looked like either a sophomore or junior, maybe even freshmen. You can never tell these days, everybody either looked older than they really were or younger than they really were.
"Are you okay?" He asked the stranger.
Whoever the person was, she (Udon decided it was a girl, considering her slender figure and long hair) was clutching the left side of her face in pain. Well, he couldn't really tell if the person was in pain, he couldn't see behind her long blonde locks.
"I-I'm fi-fine un…." The girl replied. Her voice was slightly deeper than he imagined.
"Are you sure?" He questioned that, considering as her hand was still on her face. She dropped her hands to her side, her face now looking up to him.
He found himself blushing as the stranger gave him a ghostly smile. He didn't notice the glasses or the hair that covered her face, all he saw was that sweet, haunting smile. "I'm fine, un." She told him. "Th-thank you." Her voice was more of a whisper now.
"Th-that's good." He muttered, his eyes looking anywhere but the person in front of him. "Ar-are you looking for someone or something?" He stuttered.
"Ac-actually, I am un."
"Oh really? Who?"
The 'woman' took a deep breath. "This is class Kurenai-sensie's first period right un? C-1?" She already knew this class was C-1, considering the sign just above her head.
"Y-yes, it is." He answered. There was an awkward silence that followed. "I'm Hikaru Udon." He braved, holding his hand out to the woman. "Kurenai-sensie's music student."
The woman awkwardly shook his hand, only her finger tips touching the other. Udon was slightly offended. Okay, he wasn't Mr. Good Looking or anything but still. He scoffed lightly, his action too small to be noticed by the woman in front of him.
"Hey Udon!" His best friend, Konohamaru, called out to him. "Introduce me to your girlfriend would you!"
The other boy blushed, cursing his best bud. "Konohamaru!" He hissed through clenched teeth. "She's not my girlfriend!" The other boys in the room laughed, whistling every now and then. "She's, she'-"
"I'm Iwa Deidara un." The said person spoke. "Your substitute for the day."
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A/N: Ore-sama- A nassicistic way of saying I or Me in Japanese.
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