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. And I'm back, once and for all! Lol anybody happy I'm back? Cuz I am :3 I haven't been on for so long and I miss you guys! Okay, enough of this, I'm gonna shut up now so you could enjoy this story.

Chapter 4-First time, er, day

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Nobody was paying attention to him. Well, what was he expecting, that they would be like angels, listening and holding on to every word he said?

Deidara sighed slightly as he sat behind Kurenai's desk. A few minutes after their first, 'encounter', the students seemed to ignore him. The only time they really paid a slightest attention was when he was taking attendance; otherwise, they were on their own little world.

He looked to the left corner closes, a group of students were talking about some movie; wasn't about music. The right of the room, another group was holding violins and violas, talking, still not about music. Pretty much everywhere he looked, nobody was doing any, 'composing' of any sort.

"Hey, you un." He walked towards the group with the violin; if he was going to do this, he might as well get used to it now and fake a front.

A rather flirty-ish kind of girl turned to look at him. "What?" She snapped, clicking her tongue in annoyance. Her short skirt had ridden up at least an inch from the movement, her low cut top threatening to show more than he'd had hope to see.

"Y-you guys need to be on t-task un." He stuttered slightly. Hey, he was trying. His hands were fidgety besides his sides.

She rolled her eyes, scoffing with ignorance. She pulled her violin in a playing position, her bow in her other hand, getting ready to play.

Deidara almost smiled, maybe this was going to be all right.

She played a high pitch tone that sounded of a dying seal.

Deidara flinched slightly, his actions unnoticed by the ignorant girl.

"There, Iwa-sensei." She held the two parts of the instrument on one hand, her other on her hips. "Is that okay, un?" She mocked him. Behind her, her friends were giggling.

Deidara looked away for a moment, defeated and humiliated. "Ke-keep it up Hyuuga-san." He tried to be polite and nice. "You just need more practice un."

She gave him a 'Are you serious?' kind of look and turned back to talk with her friends.

Deidara proceeded to walk back to the desk. He hated how he couldn't even defend himself from younger kid. He hated how he was intimidated by the student, hell he was older than her! (But she was kind of the same size, not that Deidara would admit that.)

"Excuse me, Sensei."

He turned to see who it was. Behind him stood the orange headed girl from earlier. Now that he's gotten a closer look, he thought she was pretty cute, well, little sibling cute.

"Yes?" He thought for a moment, he remembered her name when he was taking the attendance earlier. "Kugo Moegi-san?" He was pretty sure it was her name, nobody else had a shockingly orange hair like her; sure there was one with white and another with purple, but only one orange.

"Moegi, just Moegi is fine." She blushed as she realized what she just said. "I-I mean, are you okay?" She looked at his face, or at least the half that she could see. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to Sensei."

He held up a hand. "It's fine un." He drew back a lock of his hair to show her the lower area of his left cheek. "See, not even a mark." It was true, his face was still pale; nothing indicated a forming wound or bruise of any sort.

She sighed in relief, releasing a breath that she's been holding since they first meet. "That's a relief." Her worried face became a ray of sunshine. Yes, cheesy as may be, she was truly happy. An awkward silence followed; Deidara wasn't use to people being so, so, so like this about him.

"Um, Iwa-Sensei, so do you know what happened to Kurenai-Sensei?" The young girl asked, breaking the awkward tension between them.

Deidara looked up, seeing the freshmen behind the thick fringes. "Oh, Kurenai-Sensei un?" He asked the rhetorical question. "She's been sick un."

The smaller of the two frowned slightly. She looked troubled. Her brows were knitted slightly together, a small frown plastering her face. "Oh." She muttered, her voice just below a whisper. She looked dejected.

Deidara noticed the paper held by her right hand. Maybe he could do something.

"Did you need help with anything un?" He was somewhat surprised of himself; he was actually doing a lot better than he thought he would have. He still felt shy and nervous in front of the slightly shorter girl; he felt worst around anybody else. "Maybe I could offer some assistance." He offered.

She looked unsure, slowly showing him the paper she held on her hands.

Kimi Wa

Composer: Kugo Moegi.

"Are you already finished Moegi-San?" She handed him the paper; he was now flipping through it. "Wow un." He flipped through the pages, admiring the work the girl did. He noticed it was a 'duet' so to speak; a little note on the side stated that the piece was to be played by two instruments.

The girl blushed slightly, happy to hear the small compliment. "Th-thanks Sensei." She muttered as she looks down on her shoes. "A-anyway, I needed somebody to play the piano part." Moegi explained. "I play the violin you see." She pointed to the violin that was left on the back table along with her bag.

"I see un." He gave a small nod to no one in particular. "Well, let me try at least un."

Without drawing attention to them, Moegi and Deidara managed to get to the back of the room where her stuff and the grand piano was located. Deidara watched with slight awe as she prepared her violin. Slightly out of tune, she tweaked the knob a bit. The sounds were light sounding, soft and fluttery. She looked so into it, so focused.

Deidara couldn't help but be amazed at the young student.

An ugly, high pitch sound snapped him out of his reverence. He found his hand pressing down on a few keys on the grand piano, his fingers finding their way to the board.

Looks of discomfort quickly passed his face, which none of the students notice, nor did they pay any attention to the blonde senior. His lips pursed for a second, an appearance of agony flashing through his hidden eyes. He slowly lifted his digits off the piano.

"Sensei?" His attention turned to the girl. She was holding her violin, apparently waiting for him.

"Y-yes Moegi-san un?" He stuttered slightly, smiling somewhat sheepishly.

She gave him a slight questioning look for a second. "Well." She started off slowly. "Do you think you can play this part for me?" She pointed around the center of the musical sheet.

Deidara took the piece of paper from her small hands, holding it with his roughly, somewhat equally, small hands. He quickly scanned the paper, flipping through the pages quickly.

The young Kugo watched her teacher with much curiosity. He looked so young and well, young! How could he be a teacher? Well, substitute, but still. In fact, he seemed so familiar. His face, his name, his awkward aura, she could have sworn she heard of him before. But where?

She noted how he covered his face with his long hair, how his small built was drowning in large clothing obliviously a couple of sizes too big. He was a little jumpy and the sleeves never seemed to come off his palm.

"Um…" He kept his eyes on the paper, the blue orbs hiding well behind his golden curtain. "I-I'll try my best un." He muttered under breath, his voice soft and low.

He walked over to the piano. He stood there for a moment, looking as though he was afraid. Was it fear? He slowly reached over to touch the keys, gingerly as though he was touching a new born. His fingers glazed gently over the white keys, the coolness feeling moving to his fingers. Unbeknownst to him, he was looking more like a pale statue by the second.

Moegi looked over to him. His face was pale, well, paler than this morning. "Ano, Sensie…." She tilted her head, trying to spot any movement from the older man. He seemed as though he was spacing out. She snapped her fingers in front of his face…. Er, hair.

That snapped him out of his reverie. "Ah, ye-yes Moegi-san?" He looked over to her, acting as if he didn't just frozed up like a doll a second ago. " I-is something wrong un?"

She scrunched her eyes slightly, her lips slightly protruding. Yes there was something wrong. This substitute was acting all… weird, to say.

"Ye-"

"Watch out!" Deidara and Moegi turned around just in time to see a kid named Azuyaki fall flat on his face. At times like these, the students would all be crowding around the clumsy boy, either one, to help him out or two, like most kids do, laugh at him.

Strangely, nobody was laughing, nor gathering. No, not because of what Azuyaki did, but what happened after he did what he's done: thrown the ball across the room on accident, resulting to hitting a poor, unfortunate, bad luck attracting blonde. Namely a young substitute named Deidara.

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Azuyaki muttered, a panic look on his face now that he's seen his teacher. He was hiding behind Konohamaru. "Oh shit, what am I going to do?"

Konohamaru gulped. Azuyaki was the ace pitcher on the junior baseball team ever since he was a little brat; somehow, his body unconsciously aims to throw anything he tries to chuck as a pitch. He's been hit with one of Azuyaki's pitch (note to self; never play wall ball with Azuyaki, it hurts like hell when he pegs you) and the bruise didn't go away until a week later.

The blonde teacher was hit… With a rubber ball…. In the face.

He was hit with a tennis ball in the legs.

He brushed the pitcher's hands off his and walked over to the injured teacher. Moegi was helping him sit up, the blonde's hair getting in the way of reading his face. He seemed dazed but neither the less, no head traumas, or at least visibly.

He went to help Moegi with the teacher. "Here, let me.." He helped the struggling girl push the older man up.

Looking at the man, their face less than a foot apart, Konohamaru couldn't help but, but be so…. So. So? Doki. He was so what? He didn't know. He didn't know what force made him unconsciously reach up to push the teacher's hair out of his face, his face coming closer by the second. He was barely an inch from the other when he was snapped out of his trance.

"Hey, why didn't you guys call the nurse yet?" Moegi yelled beside him. He jerked his hand away and turned to his friends. He felt his heart racing; it was as though he was caught doing something he shouldn't be. Stumbling, though not noticeable he instructed the rest of the class.

"Yeah, Macho, go get the nurse." He addressed a huge American. The foreigner nodded and ran out to get the nurse. "Uwa, go get some ice pack from Gai." A rather cocky looking boy nodded and walked out the door... Only to walk back a second later. "Teacher's lounge, room A-3." Konohamaru replied, already knowing the reason the boy went back before he even said anything.

"Got it." The other answered and left again.

Konohamaru felt as though his heart is about to jump out of his chest. He slyly moved away from everybody. He couldn't help but think everybody could hear it. Doki-doki. Doki-doki. He put a hand to his chest. Wh-what was this? He put a hand over his face. It felt hot. Cou-could he be-

"Argh!" He jumped as he felt something land on his shoulder.

Udon gave him a weird look. "You okay?" He pulled his hand away, seeing the awkward reaction.

The taller boy gave him a dirty look. "Don't." He seethed. "Do that."

The smaller boy threw his hands up in defense. "Just wanted to know if you were okay man. You look a little red."

"Oh, sorry dude." He shook his head taking a deep breath in, deep breath out. "I'm fine, just a little out of it today. Is-"

"Sensie!" The duo turned to the sound of Moegi's voice.

They pushed past the small crowd, reaching the main attraction.

"Sensie, don't even try to get up!" She scolded the already up man. "What if you have a concussion or something?" She tried to convince him.

The older teen was standing up, a little wobbly, hazy in a way, holding on the piano's side for support.

"I-I'm fine Moegi-san, un." He slowly nodded his head.

Everybody kept their eyes on him, even the snotty Hyuuga and her friends.

He tried to show everyone he was okay. "Er, can someone please get the other two un? I don't need to go to the nurse." He smiled, his efforts barely showing caused by the curtain made of hair. "I'll be-" He staggered a tab, but quickly stood again. "Fine un."

"Bu-but sensei-" Moegi just couldn't reason with him. She had to do something.

"I'm fine-Eep!"

He slipped. On a piece of banana peel.

The last thought that ran through Deidara's head was 'Why was there a banana peel in the middle of the floor?'

"Iwa, just how the hell did you manage to knock yourself out on your very first day?" Tsunade gave him a look which strangely resembled a worried mother. Or a pissed of wife, however you want to look at it.

Deidara looked down with a great look of disappointment. It was his first day, his first class even and here he was, already failing it! "Tsunade-sama-I- the banana-"

She hushed him with one hand. She studied the boy, thinking to herself silently. 'Maybe hiring him wasn't such a good idea.' She looked towards the petite boy, an aura of dread or fear, clouding his body. 'I should have waited till he finished first.' She mentally paused for a moment. 'But dammit, I already signed that stupid contract.'

Under her pulsing glaze, Deidara shifted uncomfortably in the nurse's bed.

She sighed, she really needed some sake.

"Iwa, you know, I think I made a mistake-"

Before she could even finish, Deidara was up and pleading her, holding her soft hands with his. "Please Tsunade-sama! I promise I'll do better, I really don't know where that banana came from. Today was just a case of bad luck."

His pale blue eyes shown past his thick lenses. Only half of his face was revealed. Tsunade could have died. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt her mouth dry up. She almost gulped, the sudden act of affection being only a distant memory.

"F-fine!" She snatched her hands away. She felt something spark when their hands met. She didn't know what, but anything she didn't know, she didn't like. The slight glare that she shot him didn't seem to faze the boy one bit. Instead, it seemed as though to do the opposite and in fact made him smile. She turned around, hoping the young boy didn't see her colored face. "Shizune already got another teacher to cover for the first and second period. I'm expecting you to be up and ready for the third and forth." She paused for dramatic effects, which really wasn't needed.

She pulled open the sliding door and walked out. Before she did, she stopped, not looking back at him. "Don't slip on a goddamn banana this time kid!"

Deidara grinned. It was small, but it was there. Somehow, he managed to get himself out of a tricky situation.

Garaa never liked anything physical so it goes to say he did not like PE. To make it worst, he had it just before lunch, meaning fifth period. He didn't like running, he didn't like the stupid games they played, especially football, which they were playing this whole week. Hell he could barely stand having sex, let alone being touched and pinned down by the many boys in the class. Sure there were girls, but just as always, they never really play.

It was a hot day out and practically just jogging in the heat was starting to get to him. He was tempted to take his shirt off, but the looks the girls were giving him made him think otherwise from doing so. It was getting way too hot for his taste and the sweat dripping down his body was pissing him off.

It was just to say that the girls were greatly disappointed when the red headed sex god excused himself. Gai knew that his tiny student could push himself, but made no attempt to keep him in class as he knew he would not be able to hold the fiery read head in.

Garaa made it in the lockers, quickly stripping off his shirt and baggy shorts leaving him only with his black boxers. Grabbing a towel from one of the many towel holders in the room, he quickly stripped off his remaining piece of clothing and stepped into the showers.

Typically, he doesn't like to take showers in school, especially with girls all over the place, but it was just too hot and he wasn't much for sweat.

He was in and out in minutes. His whole body was drenched, cool water dripping down his flawless body. Amazingly the dim light of the locker room made the water glistened off of his godly body. Water seeped down his muscles, his well-defined arms and rock-hard abs looking as perfect as ever.

"Mmm…" He moaned with great appreciation for the cold water. The sudden change of temperature within his body made him slightly woozy. Typically, Garaa would have never let his guard down, but seeing he was in the boys locker and it was fifth period (meaning most of the students were too busy trying to get the clock to turn faster for lunch to really bother him more) he thought he would be safe.

He never thought he'd be attack. That's what he gets for letting his guard down.

"Oof!"

"Gah!"

Deidara. Really. Did. Not. Like. PE.

Duh duh dun! I'm done with chapter 4! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I certainly enjoyed writing it. However, I haven't been on for a while so I might be a little rusty, so if you don't mind giving me some feedbacks, I would sure appreciate it.

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