The two red heads stared at each other with a little of something I would like to call hatred.
Deidara gulped, although all he saw was Akasuna's face, he felt the intensity coming off the two boys. He ducked the best he could, hoping the other would just ignore him. (Which would be somewhat difficult if you consider their position.) Deidara blushed as he realized his hands were brushing the soft chest of the person under.
"Hey." Akasuna started.
"Chiyo-baa-san was looking for you last night." His hot breathe tickled the expose part of Deidara's neck.
Sasori stayed silent for a second, unsure of how to reply to his cousin.
"She wanted to introduce you to Satomi-san from Kitage Corporation." Deidara was seriously hating this position. And he was being squished. And that damned breeze on his neck!
"I told her I didn't want to, why didn't you go?"
"She wanted you." Did little Dei mention the fact that, um, he hated this damn position! And that stupid breeze!
Deidara was uncertain to do. I mean, what would you do in this kind of situation? What do you do!?
Deidara hissed silently as the books inside his bag were digging into his back. The person on top of him weighted more than he could take; and he was still bruised. Some of the sharp edges were digging directly on his healing cuts and most of his fresh bruises.
He was late. And now, he if he didn't act fast, he would have to deal with two of the most powerful (and hot Deidara, don't forget hot) people in school. He shudder inwardly thinking of what would happen. He had to get out. And fast.
Without wasting a second longer, he wiggled from the manwich and rolled, receiving a rather displeased grunt from both boys who were now currently on top of each other.
Surprisingly, and to Deidara's relief, they paid little to no attention to him. Taking that to his advantage, he booked it to the bathroom stalls (furthest from here) and quickly changed, dropping his stuff off to his old locker near the abandoned toilets.
Displeased that their little nameless barrier was now gone, the two boys quickly shoved each other and proceeded to get up.
"I told her to take you." Sasori grumbled, too annoyed to change now. He grabbed his formally discarded shirt and slipped in on. His voice was slightly muffled as he wriggled into it. "I'm sure she must've realized what a treasure you are."
Gaara's eyes darkened slightly. What his cousin said, that was low. He didn't reply, only going for his clothes at his locker.
He quickly slipped into his clothes, which consisted of one blue boxer, black jeans, blue button up shirt and some socks and shoes. His clothes were somewhat worn, a surprising fact coming from a young master of the Akasuna family.
Sasori wasn't so sure whether his cousin was a ninja or what, because somehow, he always manages to finish things quick and stealthily. Like now. How the hell did he get dressed, with bags and clothes ready, in what was around a couple of seconds.
"Hey, the party tonight, tell Chiyo I'm not going, okay." It was more of a command than anything really.
Gaara stopped just before the exit. He turned his head, giving his cousin a blank stare. He was emotionless and monotone. "Tell her yourself." He replied coldly. Turning around, ready to walk out. Doing so, he pulled out his phone, his suspiciously not black phone. "..?"
He turned to his cousin who was twirling something in his hands. Something which seemed like a phone, something suspiciously not his usual red phone, but instead, black. "Forgot something?" He added a smirk, silently hoping the action would result in some kind of reaction from his unmoving smaller cousin.
"That's-"
Before he could even finish, Sasori threw the phone back to his original owner. Gaara caught it with ease and quickly flipped it open.
As distant as he and his cousin were, Sasori sure as hell wasn't sure where that warm filling came from when his cousin surprising smiled. Out of nowhere! As quick as it appeared, the smile was soon gone. So was his cousin.
"Thanks."
Sasori was sure that his hearing was going crazy, for his cousin would never thank him. Ever.
Brushing it off, he walked over to his locker (which was strangely opened) and grabbed his bags which were just sitting on the bench. He almost laughed, realizing his cousin was hiding in his locker.
Of all lockers, it just had to be his that he was in.
Although he was reluctant to admit it ("I'm not reluctant, it's because it's not true!") Sasori had a OCD when it came with his lockers. Damn, his cousin moved a bit of his stuff. As quickly as possible, he placed everything back into place. He had one gym uniform, towels, two pairs of socks and four underwear.
"….."
Four? Wait a minute. That wasn't right.
He should have….. Five.
Realizing something, he shuffled through his heavenly boxers.
One, two and three were plain, one red, two blue, three green. Number four was black and white strips. Number five.
Five was, five was missing…
His favorite.
His (shockingly) heart patterned, heavenly feeling number five was gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
And to add to that, his cousin didn't even give him his phone back.
He ran out of the locker room and headed towards the fields where he hoped the class would be. It wasn't that hard for him to find the infamous Gai-sensei in the mosh of people; shiny sparkling teeth, ebony bowl haircut, broccoli green jump suit with pairing carrot orange legwarmers, plus, a strangely out of this world enthusiasm, how could he?
Even before reaching the field (which was only a couple of hundred feet away) Deidara was already out of breath. Like mentioned a long, long time ago, he didn't have much stamina. He walked rather slowly up the stairs, taking note of the class.
Half of the students were dying(boys) while the other half(girls) were, although grudgingly, walking around the circumference of the field taking their sweet time. He couldn't really tell if he knew anybody here; his glasses were a bit old after all and way past their due.
After a minute, he casually limped over to the teacher, head hanging rather low like usual.
"E-excuse me un…" His vocals betraying him, his voice came out more as a quiver rather than a normal tone.
That man in the green must've had super human hearing or something, for he turned around in a rather extravagant style when Deidara barely whispered. "Oh another youthful soul! What brings you here today young child?"
One of his blue eyes twitched behind his glasses. Ch-child? "I-I'm not a child un! I'm almost ei-eighteen." Deidara's eyes widen once he realized what he's done. Never had he (somewhat) yelled at anybody before, especially a teacher. He bowed his head quickly. "I-I'm sorry-"
"Eighteen huh! Man, I thought you were way younger than that!" He patted Deidara's back assumingly (and hard as well) although unfortunately the friendly gesture was more painful than naught. "Sorry there buddy!" Deidara couldn't help but feel slightly envious of this man's cheery smile.
"I-it's ok sensei un." He pulled out his new schedule and presented it to his new gym teacher. "I-I'm transferring here from today on."
Gai grabbed the paper from his small hands and scanned it briefly. "Hmm, hmm, alright then! Welcome to the class Iwa-kun!"
It was safe to say Deidara was completely stunned at what happened next.
Gai turned to his dying class and used his hands as a make shift megaphone. "Everyone, get over here! If you all get here in forty five seconds, we'll be done exercising for today!"
I swear, the only thing these kids run faster for is free food. In seconds, the two innocent bystanders were surrounded by a group of sweaty, stinky, dirt covered kids… and girls. Deidara shrunk back a bit, this type of environment very alien to him.
"Alright my youthful bunch of munchkins! This is Deidara Iwa and 'he's going to be joining us for the rest of the year!"
They stared at him, not sure what to make of this intruder. Iwa bowed his head lower, uncertainties hitting once he heard the familiar sound of whispering within the crowd. A rather loud and suprising voice startled him slightly as well as the hand that shot out of the mosh.
"Urrraaahhh! My name's Naruto Uzamaki!" A striking blonde (much more neon like compared to Deidara's) grabbed his hands and shook it furiously. Deidara flushed at the action. He wasn't, he wasn't use to this kind of greeting. "Burn this name and face in your mind for one day, I'm going to be the one to pass that damn Minato Kamikaze and be- ahhh!"
He had a look of disbelief and gasped rather loudly when the blonde in front of him suddenly went flying the opposite direction. His mouth was opened like a fish out of water. Th-that kid, he was just, he was, the class was-what?
Deidara could only sit and stare as another boy kicked the blonde away from him, nothing but a crude stare from the other boy. The class seems to pay no heed to the violent action that just occurred; he was just as shock to see the teacher only laughed for a second before turning his attention back to him.
He heard the other boy say something, although he had to strain his ears slightly. "Shut up baka."
To which the other boy (Uzamaki-san was it?) retorted back. "Bastard, teme! I'll beat you up you son of a bitch!"
"What'd you say dobe? I couldn't differentiate between the sound of a monkey crying and your whining."
"You little bi-"
"That is enough!" A rather large fist came upon the two heads of the arguing boys. That instantly shut them up. Deidara could only gap at the sight. His last teacher wasn't anything like this. He wondered slightly what he's classes would be like when he first got his new schedule; he did not expect this.
"Alright!" He got everyone's attention. "Like I saying, this here is Deidara Iwa and is going to be spending rest of the school year with us. Now, introduce yourself Iwa!"
Ever heard the saying 'saved by the bell'? Well that's exactly what happened next. Kind of.
"Gai-sensei! It's ten minutes till lunch!" A nameless girl chimed in.
"Yeah, time to change out! Bye bye!"
The whole class ran off of the field and towards the locker rooms. Class ended way quicker than Deidara had expected. He waved a silent goodbye to his teacher before following the pack of hyenas rushing towards the dressing room.
Fifth period ended in a cinch and Deidara couldn't have had it any other way. Of course he could have gone without that whole incident in the lockers, but otherwise he was good.
Deidara felt his face fluster a bit at the memory, but quickly shook the thought out of his head. Besides, if he was lucky, the two wouldn't remember him. The day was going fairly good so far. He didn't have to deal with the bullshit people typically threw at him. In fact, it seemed as though his 'popularity' was going down. Nobody paid much attention to him, making the avoidance of people at the hall way easier than usual.
The cost was clear, nobody was around his locker. He was almost there! Almost! He jolted when a hand grabbed his shoulder. The typical tripping and/or shoving didn't occur either.
"Sensei!"
A rather charming young lady stood behind him. Asides from her orange hair, what stood out next was her bright smile.
"Mo-moegi-san!" He couldn't help but feel slightly happy. Things were finally going great for him. "Wh-what are you doing in the senior's section un?" Honestly, he could care less but still.
"Well Tsunade-sama never told us what happened to you and Udon and Konohamaru wouldn't stop freaking out, so they grabbed me to look for you!" So smiley, so bright, so un-Deidara like. "But those guys were idiots and wouldn't listen to me. I told them we should ask Tsunade-sama where you were, but no, they're just idiots." Deidara had the feeling she was much more mature than the typical freshmen. "And here I am." She crossed her arms, grumbling silently. "I hope those morons get lost. Hmph!"
Deidara wasn't so sure how to reply, so he did what any other Deidara's would; smile and laugh and pretend you know what's going on.
"Oh, um." She smile sheepishly with a tiny blush creeping its way to her face. "Sorry, I tend to go off topic when I talk. Anyway, um, well since I found you, would you like to eat some lunch with us sensei?"
"Huh?"
Deidara twiddle a lock of his hair with one hand. Someone was inviting him, for lunch…. He was a bit scared least to say. He was frighten, skeptical and most importantly, ecstatic. He looked down at the girl who was patiently waiting for him to reply. Even if he didn't want to (not that he did didn't want to) the look on the littler kids face made it impossible for him to say no to. It reminded him of his little sister.
"Sure Moegi-san."
Her smile widen, if that was even possible. "Alright, great!" The shy and somewhat introverted image that Deidara imagine she was disappeared at that moment. She grabbed his hand and quickly lead (dragged) him somewhere. Deidara could only imagine where. "Tsubaki-chan made me a bento again and it's really delicious, you should try it! I hope you're not allergic to seafood because she made some shrimp tempura today!"
"Uh, um o-okay un.."
French was over in a cinch. Madam Paris was fairly strict. The class was small and consisted of people like him. Or almost like him. Nerds. Kind of.
Don't matter. Had sex. Just kidding, had to say that.
Anyway. There were only seven kids there. Three were girls, four, including him, were boys. He didn't know them, and they didn't know him. It was nice, all of them kept their noses in their French books and most importantly, away from him. In the while he was there, she assigned him a couple pages of work to 'catch up' with the class.
When the bell rang, he quickly filed out of the room and towards his next class. He wondered what the next class would be like, pulling out his new time table to double check he got the right room.
It was fairly easy to get around today; much of his tormentors were missing. If only they would disappear forever.
Deidara daydreamed a bit. He knew dreaming was useless, he knew that. But a part of him just couldn't help it. If only, maybe, if just somehow. All those things would pop to his head. If only he was stronger. If only he was better. "If only I wasn't me." Under such a soft breathe, he himself didn't even realized he said that out loud.
"Ah, here it is un." Room 165. He stopped, a bit hesitant about entering. The halls were clear, set aside a student or two rushing to their classes. It took him a bit longer, one because the class was right on the other side of the school, and two he limped majority of the way. (He tried to walk normally on the way, but each step he took only resulted in pain shooting to his leg.)
He reached for the door knob, his hands shaking slightly; the injury at his ankle was causing parts of his muscle to spaz out a bit. It didn't help that he was nervous, god he was such a kid. He paused, lecturing himself about that thought. He was an adult (almost at least) and there was no way he was going to be scared of a new class.
That thought was somewhat blown off as the door suddenly swung open. The wood came in contact with the cold wall, which resulted in a loud bang.
"Argh!" He stumbled backwards, landing softly on his butt. Still, his ass screamed out in pain as it was still sore.
A large man looked out the door. He long white hair reached the bottom of his back while his robe reached only to his mid-thighs. Deidara coluldn't really make out any other part of him. He was a little too shock at the moment.
"Ah!" The man exclaimed when he spotted him.
The rather cheery man, who introduced himself as 'The Great Jiraiya!', stepped out of his classroom and quickly explained the whole shindig. Jiraiya was a rather eccentric, a lover of nature, one who embraces the nature of human anatomy, mainly the female beings. Deidara's first impression of his was rather, well, he had no idea what to make of him. The sexual urges the man had been very new to him, it was very perverted but rather light hearted. It was a only a matter of seconds before the great teacher explained everything to him and dragged him into the classroom.
The classroom was filled with people he would have rather avoided if possible.
"Alright my ladies!" Insert gaging faces from the many girls in the room. "And you un-female punks!" Insert some kind of faces from the few boys in the room. "I know some of you already know him, but this here it Deidara Iwa!"
Deidara lowered his head some more, if possible. He never did like attention all that much, and many of the people here were bullies. He only thanked the teacher for the fact that he moved on rather quickly from the introduction and didn't make him stand up and introduce himself. He tried to ignore the many giggles and rather intense stare slash glares from the room. (He quickly noticed a certain pink haired bimb- er, girl smirking at his way.)
"Alright, today we're doing another sketch up! Grab your materials and sit up. Jina-kun, you're today's model I believe." A rather perverted look embellished itself on the man's face as he pointed to some pretty girl to get up in the middle of the classroom. Jiraiya explained this to him when he first got here after lunch; every other day or so, the class would use live models to sketch. Students took turns standing on the little stage at the middle of the room and modeling for one class period.
The haughty girl covered herself as she hissed at the older man. "I don't think so you perv! I did it last week!" Deidara couldn't help but flush slightly as she suddenly turned to look at him across the room. She had a look on her face of want and lust. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, adjusting his glasses slightly. He jolted up as she quickly pointed her fingers at him. "We all agreed that Sasuke-kun would be the model this time!"
Deidara calmed down slightly as he realized she wasn't talking about him, but rather the person right next to him. He took a small peek at the boy to his left.
One couldn't help but stare slightly at the boy, marveling at his almost flawless skin, spikey black hair and onyx eyes. Which suddenly met with his own pair.
He quickly turned away, hoping to look busy by erasing a blank canvas.
The other boy 'tch'd' while shaking his head slightly, something that somewhat irritated Deidara quite a bit.
"Oi, you old pervert!" Deidara immediately recognized him as the boy from his fifth period. "It's my turn today you goddamn hormone machine!"
He awed at the way the blonde spoke. It was somewhat a mix of admiration and one of disbelief. This kid actually went to talk that way towards a teacher? He inwardly gasp at the situation. The 'tch' pretty boy shouted at the other boy. Deidara remembered him as well as the other boy from his P.E. class.
Although the whole thing ended in chaos, Deidara couldn't help but feel a bit lighthearted.
The typical Sakura Haruno was too busy complaining about Naruto Uzamaki and the perverted teacher to mess with him. The boy with the flawless skin (sitting next to him) ignored the pink haired girl and shoved the other blonde boy at the podium.
It was strangely quite while the class sketched the model. It was, well, kind of nice.
Plus, the students ignored him and left him, so far. Hey, so far so good, right.
Luck was finally on his side for once. He liked silence.
"What the hell do you mean I suck?!" And silence over. It was easy to spot the pinkette of the sudden commotion. The class started to snigger and chuckle to themselves. Sakura was furiously swinging her pencil at the teacher. "It's not my fault the picture sucks!"
Deidara was in his world. Somewhere out there, exist a place where Deidara could escape. Not even the loud screams of the banshee could awaken him to reality. His eyes shifted behind his glasses, taking note of every line and curves on the models face. He didn't have to strain his eyes, the other boy dangerously close to him. "That's it un." He whispered to himself. He was capturing every shadow, every highlight, every muscle, every bone.
"How the hell am I supposed to draw a pretty picture when my model sucks so bad! I mean, he's so ugly!"
Although it went unnoticed by the silent blonde, the other wasn't so passive.
Naruto's brows frowned, his muscles contracting showing quick heads that he was about to move. "But Sakura-chan-"
"Don't move, please Uzamaki-san."
In his own world, he wasn't aware of anything. Deidara himself wasn't sure when his hand reached over to stop the model, but it did.
One hand cupped Naruto's soft skin, slowly sliding down, leaving a trail of trust that the model wouldn't move anymore. "Uzamaki-san." In his little world, he was very unaware how gentle, yet demanding his voice was.
Naruto was a bit stunned to say. With the commanding tone in his soft voice and concentrated stares from the other blonde(which he found himself feeling slightly embarrassed too) the wild rage that was with him was gone. Just like that.
Naruto found himself feeling a bit flush at the intense attention. He just realized how close the new student was. Thinking about it, he realized that they had another class together.
Deimana? Iza? What was this guy's name again? He was strange.
Said boy grinned, dropping his pencil back to his table. The picture turned out good. The bleed, the shade, the lines, everything was just where he wanted it. When it came to his art, Deidara couldn't help but feel a bit narcissistic. How could he not? When you're as good as him, you'll understand. Eventually. Or not.
"Holy shit, that's amazing!" He jumped, finally noticing the younger boy hanging over him. "You're really good at this Deidana!"
"Th-thank you un." He was narcissistic in his head, but in physical reality, he was a sheepish as a baby sheep….
"Hey, I'm Naruto Uzamaki. This is kind of cool, we have two classes together." He grabbed Deidara's hands and shook them furiously.
At first, he flustered, at the alien contact. It caught him off guard. Deidara would have been fine if that was it, but when he felt his palm touch the others, he quickly drew his hands back.
Naruto looked slightly disappointed, greatly confused. Did he do something to the new student? No, he couldn't have. But the look on the guy's face was really saying something.
Deidara realized that too. He shifted his shirt to cover his palms and gently shook the confuse boy's hands yet again. "N-nice to meet you Uzamaki-san. I'm Deidara Iwa un."
"Deidara Iwa Un?" Naruto did have his blonde moments. A lot. "Is Iwa like you middle name or what?"
He could have face palmed. This guy, he was something different. But, Deidara couldn't help but feel slightly happy. Things were really going great today. He busted out with a small giggle. "Ha, haha. N-no Uzamaki-san." A small smile broke out to his face. "Iwa is my last name, un."
"What-oh, ohhhh! Haha, I get it!" Both were now laughing, one quite louder than the other, but still. "And it's Naruto to you Deidara!"
"Alright, Naruto-san."
"Naruto."
"Naruto.. kun?"
"Na. Ru. To."
"A-Alright, Naruto."
It wasn't all that strange that both boys went unnoticed by the class, seeing as majority of the girls were in a brawl over who gets boy, the guys were arguing with the teacher for their failing grades and some kid turned up the radio.
"Oh!" Naruto blushed slightly. "Th-that's a really cool drawing!"
"T-thanks." He blushed back, his face hidden by his glasses. What came out of his mouth was very strange, something he rarely did. He wanted to share it, his art I mean. "Do you want it un?"
"Huh!" He rubbed his head sheepishly. "Oh, um, sure…." He held his hands out while Deidara ripped the page out of the large sketch book and handed it over to him.
"Hey Iwa!" Deidra turned to look at the teacher who was beckoning him to come over.
He quickly scrambled to the spot. "Yes?"
"I forgot to mention about the semester project." He scribbled down something on his clipboard. "It's a group project. Well, actually, it's more of a partner project."
He nodded his head. A partner project? He gulped. "Yes sir?"
"And well, actually, there's one student who doesn't have a partner yet and since you're here, I can finally assign him one."
"Un?" A partner wasn't all that bad, or Deidara hoped so; he's never really had to work with a partner before. The closes he's gotten was a mandatory group project where he ended up doing all the work. But then again, this was art. How bad could it be? He wouldn't mind doing all the work this time.
"-baku, he's a good kid, just kind of quite. I'm sure you and him would get along." Or so I hope. Jiraiya didn't add that part. "So, you're alright with that?"
Sure, if he knew what he was talking about. Deidara somewhat lost his attention for a second. "S-sure un."
Deidara had a feeling he should have listened. The grin the appeared in his teacher's face scared him a bit.
What in the world did he just agree to?
He groaned as he made his way back to the house. He shook his head a bit. No, he should be happy. His day was great. He was almost home. Home. Whether it be a box in the street or a high class mansion, anywhere his little sister was, was home to him.
He pulled out his phone and checked the time. His phone. He smiled, that had a nice ring to it. He chuckled as his imagine Akaga. He always wondered what he looked like. He hadn't heard from him for a while, but he figured there must be some kind of reason.
He had a few minutes to get home. Trying to ignore his throbbing ankle, he jogged for a while. It only lasted a few seconds before he had to revert back to walking. He was rather bad at anything physical and he almost tripped quite a bit. Which he eventually did.
"Dammit un…. Oh no…" He held a cry in, the sidewalk was a rather cold and unforgiving foe. He cussed silently, noticing his side bag sprawled open with his stuff spilling out. He scrambled, quickly placing his items back into his bag. Okay, blue notebook, several pencils, an eraser, heart patterned boxers, a folder, all here. He stood up and closed his bag. Took one step, and then stopped.
"….." He opened his bag.
Notebook. Check. Pencils. Good. Eraser. There. Heart patterned boxers. Here. Folder. Yup.
He yanked the intruder from his bag. His face contorted into confusion, accusation and eventually embarrassment.
"W-wh-wh-wh-what is this un?!" He shrieked. It wasn't that loud, but still.
He held the piece of clothing out with both hands. It was a heart patterned, soft, and most importantly, not his.
He felt a strange vibe coming from his left. Across the street was an old lady walking her dog. She was giving him the 'look'.
"Damn teenagers these days." She muttered loudly.
Deidara blushed and quickly stuff the underwear back into his bag and walked off.
Once he was far enough, he slowed down a bit. His face was still flush; he had somebody else's underwear in his bag and he felt like a pervert. A big, fat, ugly pervert. He gulped. He was freaking out. He had no time to take it back, but he still couldn't keep it. He just couldn't . Because that would be bad. It was improper!
For the tiny second it was in his hand, Deidara had to admit, they did feel pretty damn nice. Like a tiny piece of Heaven.
God he was a pervert.
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because I sure enjoyed writing it.
Like I said, I'll update this and my other story along with my fanfiction shoutout/info video, which mainly talks about the stories and an upcoming project I'm trying to incorporate to them, which I hope you guys will like. If you haven't seen it, please check it out.
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Okay, and so I finally finished the video, update and revesion. Now I have to do study for a stupid calculus... I have a quiz for the third day of school -_-
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