Hello all and welcome to my own little worldly concoction called So Overrated! I've hope you enjoyed the trip, so far, because it's just getting started! Important message below this line.

IMPORTANT MESSAGE- Hey guys, Nata Yoh here. Recently I just hit the 20K hit mark so I thought I'd do something for you guys. Anyway, I thought I'd do a thank/shout out video for all my fans and followers. I'll be posting a youtube link up here soon on with the rest of my story updates. Hope to see ya guys soon :D

Alright, so the usual jizz, disclaimer, warning yada yada

Oh, so apparently I'm not all that great of a writer and interpreter according to one of my teachers, so please help me out with a little bit of constructive criticisms. Of course, if you loved the story and just want to say so, feel free to as well XD

Oh and I've written a new one shot, but I have no idea what kind of reaction it was going to get because it's not a popular pairing, so to all you basement losers with no life and extra time, please check it out, I (Cross my Heart and Hope to Die-tokyo mew mew fan fic.) Just kidding about the basement loser part!... Kind of…... Love y'all

I'mma shut up now….. On to the story!

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Deidara did not like P.E. one bit. Nope, not even a smudge…. Okay, fine, that was a lie. He somewhat, sort of did like P.E. before. It was just never his forte. He liked the idea of being physically active and healthy, but he wasn't much of an athlete.

He bruises too easily, has no hand eye coordination (adding to the effect of his four-eyed-ness) and absolutely no stamina. Thinking about it, majority of the time he spent in gym was horrible. He was always picked on by the boys, the girls ignored him and the gym teacher in his middle school was somewhat creepy.

That suddenly brought up the memory of some girl in elementary school. Kawa? Kano? Kana? It was Ka- something. Ka-something Tsukushima. Deidara shivered at the thought. Thanks to her, he couldn't go down the stairs without getting all paranoid for the rest of elementary school.

It's gotten better now though.

But anyway, I mean really, just because he and some other kid couldn't go to gym that day, hence having to both run errands for their gym teacher instead of running, doesn't mean it's alright to pants him in front of the whole gym and trip you down the stairs.

(I would like to mention, though I'm pretty sure Deidara would not, that Tsukushima had a crush on the kid that went with Deidara, who had a crush on said person, who ended up catching the blonde boy who, at the moment, had his pants down and was only in a somewhat silky boxers, courtesy to his old aunt who ran a silk factory at the time.)

He always thought nothing could top that. He was practically halfway naked and landed on Kazuo-kun (who strangely enough ended up ignoring him the rest of the year) and twisted his ankle, leading to his very girly exit of being carried by Obegawa, a rather handsome and strong upperclassmen who happened to be one of the coach's troublemaking former student who just happened to be there at the moment.

You could say he did top it. No, literally, he was topping it. Or him, to be more specific.

He just finished fourth period. This time, nothing went wrong. The students were more or less well behaved and were somewhat on task. Pretty damn better than first period. He had to lock up the class and made sure everything was in place.

It was his first day and he wanted the rest of it to go as smoothly as possible. That, and he had to hurry to get to his fifth period on time. It should've been a quick stop to drop off the keys at the main office, but seeing as he was Deidara, of course nothing would ever go as plan.

First, he lost his keys. After looking for a while, he found them. Bell has already rang to signal the beginning of fifth period. Damn.

Then the keys got stuck as he was trying to lock the door. He tried to jiggle it out. He couldn't possibly leave and go get help for he couldn't possibly leave the keys in the open. He was starting to get way late. Finally after a tiring and hassle of a jiggle dance, he ran into the janitor. Well, more specifically, his foot went to say hello to the sharp corner of the janitor's cleaning cart. Foot was bleeding slightly. Had to bandage it up before anybody else could see. Finally, he got to the main office. Office was locked. They were in a meeting. Waited a while. Decided to hold onto the keys until lunch. Was already down the other end of the hall when he hears that the office people were coming back. Went to limp back to the office.

And now here he was. Deidara should have known better than to run/limp without properly looking where he was going.

He thought that leaving his eyes close would make this all go away. His eyes couldn't help themselves and flew open for a second. Only to shut themselves back out.

This could not be happening.

That fiery red hair.

This better not be happening. That was not the infamous Sabaku Garaa underneath him. This was not the infamously violent Sabaku Garaa underneath him dripping with water and covered with a small towel wrapped around his lean waist.

And that towel was certainly not threating to come lose any moment now.

Deidara absolutely hated P.E.

…

It was a bit overrated to say that Garaa was an evil, non-feeling, emo, demon prince. He just, well, hated people in general. And he hated being touched. He wasn't a devil, he just hated the world and pretty much everyone in it. Hey, it's basically just the direct opposite of a hippy. Those goddamned, motherfucking, pieces of shit, pig- ahem, the happy hippies.

His head felt like it was being ran over by a train. Over. And over. And over. Again. He groaned, trying to push himself up. Failure… He perked open an eye, peeking with the teal eye of his. Oh, just a rather small bundle of clothing. A small glass frame peeked from the heap of blonde hair that showered his face.

Ok…. "What the he-"

"I think I know Garaa-sama's code for his lock!"

"It better be."

"I know, I paid that guy so much for this!"

"Oh my god, do you think he has his used clothes in his locker?"

"I call dibs!"

"Shut up guys, we only have a few minutes to get his stuf- hey look, I see the lockers!"

Fan girls. Oh fuck. Garaa knew better than to let himself be found right now. Especially at this compromising position he was in. Hot, wet, in a towel, his head fucking pounding like a Japanese drum during a festival. He couldn't be found.

Without a second thought he grabbed the rather small person(? Was it a girl too?) and hid inside a random locker.

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Deidara didn't know what's worst, this or- wait, no, nothing could be worse than this. He wasn't too sure as too what to do. He was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. Well, a rock being the locker wall behind him and this person being hard- Deidara thought about that for a second. Alright, that came out a bit more, uh, weirder than Deidara meant it too.

The smaller of the two wanted to pry himself from the strong grip the wet boy got around him and bust out of the miniscule locker, but he knew better. If he came out now, especially with the almighty er, person he was with. Especially with the girls right out the door.

"Look, I think this is his locker!"

"Oh my god, jackpot!"

Deidara heard the girls shuffling away from them. He let out a breath which he didn't know he was holding. He almost relaxed. Almost.

His small body went rigid as he felt the wet fingers of the other. His touch was hot, almost burning. Deidara struggled to suck in for a small amount of air, which was somewhat hard for the fact that the air was very dense and dripping in venom. He took in a sharp intake.

The smaller boy was way too happy that it was rather dark in there; he was sure this face was boiling red by now. If he couldn't see, he was sure as hell he could feel it. His body was frozen solid although he did jolt a bit when his hand, unbeknownst to him, slide down his partners back, a slight groan erupting from the red head's lips.

"S-sorry-" He whispered, only to be shut up with a hand over his mouth.

"Shh." The other said.

Deidara thanked dear baby Jesus it was dark right then.

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Sasori was late. Again. But honestly, he couldn't give rat's ass. Hell he didn't even want to go to school, but his (lovable but) forceful grandma made him. He would rather be home with his precious 'pup' than be in this hell hole. As much as he would love to get the fuck out of this place, he was unfortunately stuck under his grandmother's thumb. Why oh why was the little lady so evil? Why would she threaten him with an engagement? With that one annoying chick of all people?

He growled under his breath. If only, if only.

Sasori didn't like P.E.

The idea of changing, showering and being naked around a bunch of horny, sexually frustrated guys was didn't really hit it off with him.

Another fact were the girls. Yeah, that's right, I said it, the mother fucking girls. They had this strange fascination with his clothes, especially with his underwear. Now Sasori wasn't that big of a prick, and he surely didn't have an underwear fetish, but he loved his soft and silky and comfy underwear. Hey! You would too if you felt what heaven felt like!

And here they were. Again. Like last time. Good thing he only took off his shirt.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sasori growled. Sasori did not like this sight. Girls, in the locker room, holding a bunch of clothes, including a couple of underwear. He was about to rage.

"S-sa-sasori-Sama!"

"Oh my god, it's Sasori!"

Sasori glared at the girls. Although he had a reputation, inside, he wasn't too sure as to what to do. What the hell do you do when you catch a whole bunch of horny girls stealing your classmates' clothes? When there's only one of you and like seven of them? He wasn't so sure, so he did what he did best, glare and look mean. Kind of. He wasn't too certain as to what kind of look he was giving, but it must have been good considering the girls shrunk back a bit and dropped the clothes.

And they had…. Tears in their eyes?

"This isn't what it looks like Sasori-Sama!"

"I swear we weren't checking out the other guys stuff!"

"Yes Sasori-Sama! We were just trying to figure out which one was yours!"

Sasori said nothing. Which resulted to them tearing up quite a bit. That look must have been something considering they dropped the loot and took off.

Well…..

That was easier than he imagine. The crew just booked it. That was, unusually weird. Typically they'd be a lot more persistent. Then again, today was a pretty unusual day. Sasori never really had a normal life to begin with, being an heir and all. Or the fact that he was just plain awesome. Sasori wasn't ignorant nor was he a narcissist, he was just all that.

So being the unusual kind of person he was, you'd think he'd be used to the unusual kind of stuff that happened to his everyday life. But then again, opening your locker only to be tipped over by your half (chough fully chough) naked cousin and some kid wasn't something that happened in a regular basis.

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Deidara wasn't sure which was worst, the shirtless man under him, or the towel wrapped one on top of him. Damn this day to infinity.

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Ok, had to cut this short, but personally, I had fun writing this. I hope you had fun reading it as well.

Man I haven't updated in a while, so now I feel like a dick cuz I said I would. Well, I'm trying to do a time table kinda thing so that now so I thought I'd update when I post my video and update when I hit 50 view on this vid, so I hope you guys check it out.

Anyway, read and review and have a nice day