Gym was Deidara's favorite class until Coach Troy took over. It all started out normal, save for the awkward glance or brush of the shoulder. Gradually his touches got lower and lower until eventually Troy was practically holding the blonde's waste. Months passed. Every time he went to bring it up, Troy would redirect the conversation. Finally one day Deidara had enough. This time his coach grabbed his ass while he was bending over doing stretches.

Deidara knocked on the Coach's door after class, determined to set things straight.

"Um Coach… might I have a word?" Deidara stumbled as he stepped into the cramped office.

"Sure kid, have a seat." Troy cleared off a chair and gestured for his student to sit. "Great job today! You're really improving!" He grinned, patting Deidara on the leg, letting it linger there far too long.

Deidara started to shake. His heart pounded in his chest. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. Maybe Coach was like this with everyone. And even if he wasn't, who was Deidara to tell him what to do. He needed to pass this class or he was going to stay back. Despite how much people liked him, Deidara was never good in school and these past few weeks he hadn't been doing very well. Maybe he should just suck it up and deal with it for the time being. Or maybe things would just get worse…

"Coach… I-I just had a question… well a request I guess…" Deidara stared at his hands hoping to find something interesting in them.

"What's wrong?" Troy's eyes narrowed.

"I-it's just that… I'm uncomfortable with…" No matter how hard he tried he couldn't bring himself to open up. His voice cracked as he struggled to force the words out. Images of his teacher's watchful eye flashed through his mind – watching him as he changed each day for class. Deidara felt violated. His skin crawled – like bugs were moving beneath its surface. His blood began to boil as his teacher continued to pat him on the leg. Every now and again he would rub the boy's thigh. The blond broke out into a cold sweat. Unsure if he was going to pass out or throw up, Deidara stood up abruptly. "Stop! Just fucking stop it!" The sudden movement made Deidara sway. He needed to get out of there and get some air.

Deidara made his way for the door, but didn't get very far. A strong hand grabbed hold of his arm, yanking him back into the office. Deidara watched as the door closed in front of him with a loud slam. The lock clicked.

"Now, now Deidara. What is it that you're talking about?" Troy had this look in his eyes. Something you would see in the eyes of a predator and Deidara was his prey. Before the boy could respond he was thrown against the concrete wall. His head made a loud crack as it collided. The room began to spin. "Oh! You mean this?" Troy firmly grabbed hold of Deidara's thigh, pressing himself against his victim.

Coming to his senses Deidara's fight or flight response kicked in. He started to struggle as his teacher grinded against him. Troy just chuckled under his breath.

"Fuck you! Let me go you sick pig!" Managing to kick his teacher in the groin, Deidara ran for the door. Before he could manage to undo the lock, however, he was pulled back. The coach had a fist full of blond hair. Next thing he knew his face was smashed into the cold, hard concrete. Red contrasted with the white paint of the walls as Deidara's blood trickled down.

"How dare you disobey me!?"

Deidara's right arm was twisted behind his back, cracking as it was pulled from its socket. A muffled cry echoed throughout the small office.

Smash!

White and black dots flashed in Deidara's eyes. The taste of blood filled his mouth as his knees gave way beneath him. His body grew cold as he collapsed to the ground. The world slowly faded into darkness.

Is this what it's like to die?

Several hours later

Deidara's eyes fluttered open. A bright light shined over his head. A warm hand held tightly to his. Voices faintly echoed through his head. A woman sounded angry, whispering intensely to someone else in the room.

"Dante, how could you think this wasn't an accident? You know how clumsy Deidara is! … No I don't think it's weird his shoulder is dislocated! … if his teacher wasn't there to catch him… he'd be dead…"

The room started to come into focus. Looking around Deidara could faintly see a tan hand holding onto his.

"Heey! You're finally awake!" Hidan wiped his eyes as Deidara tried to sit up

"W-where am I?" Looking around some more he saw his mom arguing outside his hospital room.

"You're at the hospital. Coach Troy said you came into his office not feeling very well. Said you were pale and tripping over your feet. I guess you fainted and smacked your head against the wall. Coach tried to catch you but only managed to grab your arm and popped it out as you went down." Hidan pointed to Deidara's slinged up arm. "Dante isn't convinced though. Said he's seen injuries like this back when he was working the streets, if you know what I mean?"

Deidara nodded. Dante was his father's boss. Back in the day he was the right hand man of some hot shot in the Mafia. Now, 20 years later, he's taken over and running his business from the guest house in Deidara's back yard.

"Hey Kiddo! How you feeling?" Dante came right in, arms out like he was going to give him a big hug.

"I'm ok Dante… My head is just killing me…" Deidara diverted his eyes fearing if Dante looked too deeply he would see the truth behind his injuries.

"Nurse! Nurse!" A nurse came rushing in as Dante flailed his arms in the hallway. "Get this boy some meds! He's in an unbearable amount of pain!" The nurse gave a slight bow and made her way down the hall. "Now kid, do you remember what happened? Did that man beat you around?" Sitting on the bed, Dante grabbed hold of Deidara's hand and looked him straight in the eye.

Choking back the urge to spill the truth, Deidara looked out the window into the hall. A tall, dark haired man stood there looking in. His green eyes piercing straight through Deidara. A grin stretched across his face as he looked at his handy work. Deidara swallowed hard. Forcing a smile, the blonde shook his head.

"No… I'm just clumsy, I guess…"

The nurse came in with a syringe. Flicking it gently she inserted it into the IV taped to Deidara's arm. Next thing he knew his head lolled back and the room grew fuzzy. His body felt weightless as the concoction kicked in.

It was several weeks before Deidara was allowed back in school. He had a severe concussion, cracked scull, broken nose and a dislocated shoulder along with a few broken fingers.

When he first got back, Coach Troy ignored him as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't tried to sexually abuse him. It wasn't long, however, until things started back up. At first it was just a slight touch on his back, then his leg. Once his arm was mostly heeled was when things picked up. Deidara would be called into the Coach's office and felt up as Troy rambled on about something. If Deidara so much as resisted, he was rewarded with a hard slap to the face.

It wasn't long until the boy came to accept his fate and the daily abuse. Finally he stopped fighting it. When Coach said to shower, he showered. And when Coach wanted to watch, Deidara just averted his eyes and pretended like no one was there.

This went on for the remainder of the year. When that last bell rang, signaling the end of the school year, Deidara nearly cried. It was the end of the 8th grade and he couldn't have been happier. He was so relieved that he would never see Coach Troy again and he could finally put this all behind him. The summer flew by and for the first time in 2 years, Deidara was excited. Walking into his new homeroom, Deidara took in a deep breath, taking it all in. Finally he was free from the horrors that haunted him in Middle School. The blond took a seat in the back of the class and waited for the first bell of the day to ring. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice his teacher walk into the class. A big old grin on his face as he sat back in his chair. The bell rang, jogging Deidara from his thoughts. From his seat, he couldn't see his teacher. All he saw was a pair of dress shoes resting up on his desk, his face hidden by the computer monitor.

"Alright Freshmen! Welcome to your first day in High School!" Deidara's heart sank. Tears welled up in his eyes as the voice echoed through his head. Chills went down his spine as a face emerged from behind the computer screen. "My name a Mr. Troy! Most of you may recognize me as the old coach from the middle school."

The room filled with whispers as everyone quietly rejoiced. Coach Troy was a beloved teacher that everyone adored, even more so after Deidara's accident. He was praised as a hero. This was the first day of hell.

The first couple of weeks went normally. Troy didn't so much as acknowledge that Deidara existed – even though he saw him twice a day. He not only started off Deidara's day in homeroom but he ended it as well in Algebra. Math had never been Deidara's strong suit, but you add a man like Troy to the mix and things turn out badly. Come December, Deidara was just about failing Algebra.

It was a week before Christmas break and Deidara was at a loss. He looked down at the test that he held in his hands. A big red F was circled at the top with a small, messy handwritten note,

'See me after class.'

Deidara swallowed hard. He didn't want to face Troy alone. Leaning over to Hidan he whispered in his ear, "What are you doing after school? Wanna come over? My parents are out of town."

Hidan smiled. "Fuck yea!"

Deidara sighed and leaned back in his chair, glancing up at the clock. 2 minutes until class is over. All he had to do was go up to Mr. Troy, Hidan by his side and go over his test. The bell rang, everyone springing up from their chairs and rushing to the door. Deidara stood up and looked at Hidan, flashing his paper. "I just need to see Mr. Troy before we go."

Hidan chuckled, "Rough! Dante'll have your neck! Isn't that the 4th F in a row?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Deidara gathered his things and walked up to his teacher's desk. Hidan leaned against the board looking at his phone. "You wanted to see me?" Deidara set his paper down on Troy's desk and looked at him hesitantly. Nothing can go wrong as long as Hidan is here, right?

"Yes, thank you for reminding me! I wanted to go over your grades so far." Troy stood up from his chair and walked around his desk, towering above his student. Deidara's shoulder began to ache. The memory of the prior abuse flashing through his mind. The touching, slapping, throwing around… all of it came flooding back to him. He was so lost in thought he hadn't heard Hidan leave the room. The door closed behind him with a loud click as the auto lock kicked in. Due to recent school shootings in the area, the High School was upgraded over the summer. All the doors were automatically locked from the inside and could not be opened without a staff keycard.

Deidara's heart sank as his safety net literally walked out on him.

"Now that he's gone, I can speak freely." Troy grabbed Deidara's bag and tossed it to the floor. Tears welled up in his eyes, fear setting in. He had that look again. Deidara took a step back.

"Please… Don't do this…"

Troy just chuckled. Maintaining eye contact, the older man loosened his tie and belt. Backing Deidara into the wall he grabbed onto the boy's wrists and growled into his ear. "Now Dei, be a good boy and don't make a peep. Understand?"

Deidara just stood there, whimpering as his teacher ran his hands all over his body. Eventually he made his way to Deidara's pants. The blond choked back tears as his mind raced. It took every ounce of his being not to scream for help. Troy bit hard onto his student's neck, eliciting a muffled cry from Deidara's tightly clenched lips. He grabbed a fistful of hair and threw Deidara face first onto his desk. Quickly he ripped off the boy's pants. Deidara lay there, unable to move, unwilling to speak. He was in utter shock. Troy pressed his fully erect dick against Deidara's hole and pushed against him. A groan escaped the older man's lips as he licked them greedily. Fresh ass, never before been explored. Virgins made him go crazy. They were just so innocent, so kind… so tight.

Spitting on is hand, he lubed up his dick in a thin layer of saliva. And without skipping a beat he shoved it in, full force. Deidara clutched the desk tightly trying not to make too much noise. He had never felt such pain. Never had he imagined he would be thrown over a desk being pounded from behind. Tears rolled down his face as time slowed. Deidara fixated his attention on the clock. 15 minutes. 15 long, agonizing minutes was the duration of the rape. When Troy was done he leaned over, grabbing hold of Deidara's dick.

"Mmmm, I've been longing to do this for 2 years now." Deidara's body trembled. His ass was sore and bleeding and all he could do was lay there and pray for no one to walk in. How could he explain this to his family? Hidan? It would ruin him if anyone found out he was someone's bitch.

Troy pulled away and slapped Deidara's ass hard before zipping up his pants. A bright red hand print lingered in its place.

Deidara stood up straight, pulling his pants back on. He remained quiet. Troy just stared at him, a sick grin on his face once again. Deidara went to grab his bag and leave, convinced the pain was over. A large hand grabbed hold of Deidara's arm along with a fistful of hair. Deidara's face collided with the wooden desk, his harm twisting behind him. A loud cry echoed throughout the room. Deidara could feel his shoulder begin to dislocate once again. Tears ran down his face as wave after wave of pain shot through him.

"Say a damn thing to anyone and I'll kill you." Troy growled. "Better yet, I'll go after Hidan. I bet he'd love to see me fuck you from behind. Maybe he'll get the pleasure of joining in."

Deidara shook his head desperately. "Please… please don't hurt Hidan!" His vision blurred. Tears rolled down his face uncontrollably. "I'll do anything! Please just don't hurt him… I beg you…" Troy released his arm. The boy collapsed to the floor, shaking in fear.

The brown haired man gently grabbed Deidara's chin and lifted it upwards. Smiling he cooed "Now that's a good boy. Do as you're told and your friends and family will be safe." Without another word, Troy gathered his things and left the room. The door slammed shut behind him. Deidara leaned against the desk. His reflection looked back at him, eyeliner trailing down his face. His hair was a mess. He couldn't face Hidan like this. Popping his shoulder back in place, he went to work on his makeup – wiping eyeliner from his cheeks

5 minutes passed before he felt comfortable leaving the room. Every muscle in his body ached. He felt dirty in his own skin. He just wanted to go home and shower. Deidara dug his phone out of his back pocket and called Hidan. Not like he really wanted to talk.

"Hey man! What took you so long? …Yea I just got to your house. Figured I'd meet you here. See you soon"

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Deidara was always one to trust too easily. And he trusted Troy when he said all Deidara had to do was obey and he wouldn't get hurt. Quickly Deidara learned that Troy had quite the temper and Deidara just so happened to be the unlucky soul he let it out on.

This time was the worst. Troy's wife left him because he 'lost his passion'. Needless to say, he was furious. Right after it happened Deidara got a text. 'Meet me at the café in 10 minutes.' So he complied.

When Deidara was dropped off at home a few hours later, he was a mess. Troy was good about leaving all injuries below the neck line. It wasn't uncommon for the blond to be cut up, bruised, broken and battered. This particular time was like no other.

Deidara looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Somehow he managed to take off his shirt. Fist size bruises dotted his abdomen and back. From the swelling Deidara concluded his ribs had been broken again and his shoulder hung limply by his side. It was hard for him to breathe. Anxiety maybe? Who knew anymore? Turning the shower on, Deidara cranked the nozzle all the way to the right – the hottest it could get. And almost like a ritual, he turned his stereo on and stepped into the shower.

How many times had he gone through this? 15? 20? It had been 4 years since the abuse started and 2 since he was raped for the first time. After all this time he had become jaded, numb to it all. He learned to accept the beatings as part of the foreplay.

The shower was boiling hot. It felt almost like the whole thing was washing down the drain with the rest of the blood. The water stung at the gashes on his back. Leaning against the tiled wall, Deidara popped his shoulder back into place and sank to the floor. He curled into the fetal position. The hot water felt good against his achy body.

45 minutes passed before the water got cold. Some A Day to Remember song came on as the blond stepped out of the shower into the steamy bathroom. Drying himself quickly he threw a pair of shorts on and locked his bedroom door. He was just so tired. Physically and emotionally. Gently laying himself in his bed, Deidara dragged the covers over himself. No matter what position he was in he was in pain. But finally the blond drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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Hidan hadn't seen or heard from his best friend in just about 2 days. He saw him leave his house abruptly a few hours before but didn't catch him coming back. Worried, the silver haired teen crossed the street and pushed open the gate that led to Deidara's home. Unlocking the front door, Hidan was surprised that the alarm had not been set and made his way upstairs.

"Hey Dei! Where are you? Haven't seen you in days man!" Hidan's voice echoed throughout the spacious house. There was no response. He made his way upstairs and to Deidara's room. Knocking on the door he could hear music playing from inside. "Dei, it's me! Let me in!" He jiggled the door knob. "Unlock the door!" No response.

Hidan waited a moment, trying to listen through the music. But he couldn't hear anything. Panic began to set in. Never had Deidara ignored him. No matter what was going on he always let Hidan in.

Slamming his body against the door Hidan called out to Deidara once more, "C'mon man open up! This isn't funny!" The door wouldn't budge no matter how hard Hidan tried. Finally he ran to the hall bathroom and grabbed 2 bobby pins from the drawer. Bending one open he picked the lock to Deidara's room.

Deidara lay in his bed, his back to the door and blanket pulled to his shoulders. Hidan rushed in and shut off the stereo.

"How can you sleep with the music so loud? I thought you were a light… sleeper..." Coming to this realization, Hidan walked over to his friend. The smallest things would wake him. Music blaring 10 feet from his face most definitely would keep him awake.

Hidan stood next to Deidara's bed, staring at his body. Hesitantly he grabbed hold of the sheets and slowly pulled them off. Deep red gashes decorated the blonde's back, blood pooling on the bed beneath him.

"Fuck…" Hidan recoiled and quickly ran to the other side of the bed. "There's a panic button somewhere! Damnit! Dei don't you die on me!" Hidan fumbled with the button until he heard it click. Off in the distance an alarm rang. Voices could be heard from the guest house as Dante and his men geared up. Hidan pulled off his shirt and used it to stop the bleeding. The voices drew closer and closer until they were just outside Deidara's window.

"Dante! In here! Deidara's hurt!" Hidan yelled as loud as he could, his voice echoed throughout the room and into the hall. Heavy footsteps stamped up the stairs and right up to Deidara's door. A short, bulky man barged his way in, stopping at the doorway.

"My God…" Dante whispered under his breath.

"What's wrong, Boss?" One of Dante's boys tried to peak into the room. Dante pushed him away ordering him to get the car.

"Hidan… what the hell happened?" Dante made his way to the opposite side of the bed. Placing 2 fingers on Deidara's neck he checked for a pulse. "It's faint, but still there. Here, I got him." Dante lifted up Deidara and hurriedly made his way to the car.

"I don't know what happened! I hadn't seen him in a while. Something told me I should check on him. When I got in the alarm hadn't been set and his door was locked! When I finally got in he was laying here bleeding all over the place…" As they spoke, Dante carried Deidara down the stairs and to the driveway where a car waited for them

Dante motioned for Hidan to get in the back and laid Deidara next to him. It wasn't long before they were speeding down the road to the hospital

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Deidara awoke, unable to speak. A large tube was shoved down his throat, pumping air into his lungs. His head felt like someone was playing the drums with his skull and his body felt like it had been used as a punching bag. He tried to move but a fat, wrinkled hand held him down.

"Don't try to move kid, you're in pretty bad shape." Deidara looked up at Dante. His eyes said it all. He knew.

"Doctor said someone used you as a punching bag…" Dante looked down at his feet. "And brutally..." Dante took a deep breath, "He raped you so badly… your tail bone is broken…" Tears welled up in Dante's eyes. He stood up and turned towards the window. "I'm going to hunt down the man that did this to you and kill him."

The doctor walked in a few minutes later, syringe in hand. "You're awake! No don't try to talk. You're lungs are still heeling." The doctor injected the syringe into Deidara's IV, continuing in a calm voice. "If your friend hadn't found you when he did, you would be dead." Picking up Deidara's chart he began to read. "Minor concussion, 2 shattered ribs, punctured lung, dislocated shoulder with signs of prolonged and repeated damage, internal bleeding from a multitude of ruptured vessels, 3 broken fingers, bruises the side of a fist, and deep lacerations on your back that coincide with finger nail scratches. Signs of repeated, brutal rape and a broken tail bone. From the looks of it, whoever did this to you had some serious anger problems and you were the poor soul that got in his way." Deidara stared at the ceiling. He didn't know what to do. Every ounce of his being wanted to cry out and confess. But he was still afraid of Troy and his temper. If he was gone too long, Troy would really let him have it. He needed to get home soon, else his family might get hurt.

"Dei… Who did this to you?" But Deidara just laid there, staring at the ceiling, wishing to just disappear. The drugs the doctor had given him began to kick in. Deidara's eyes fluttered shut as the world faded away

A week passed and finally Deidara could breathe on his own. No matter how hard they tried, Deidara would not speak up about the abuse. Dante had begged, even bribed the teen with gifts, a new car, TV, whatever he could think of. Deidara wouldn't budge. Hidan came to visit after school one day. Threw himself down in the chair right next to the bed and just stared at the ceiling.

"Y'know man, I never thought I would be so bored at school without you. When do you get to come home?" Deidara shook his head slightly. A loud buzz came from the bedside table. Hidan peaked over and read the message. "Who's 'T'?" Deidara's eyes grew wide. His heart sped up, the heart monitor beeping louder and faster. Hidan didn't seem to notice. "He sounds angry Dei… 'Where the fuck are you? If you don't show up I'll beat your face in'…" Hidan stopped and looked up at Deidara. There was fear in the blonde's eyes. Something you would see from a cornered animal, desperate for help. Hidan grabbed onto Deidara's hand. "Is this the man that hurt you? Did he do this to you?" Tears began to fall from Deidara's eyes and trail down his cheeks. He choked back what he could before completely breaking down. Deidara nodded, unable to bring himself to speak. It wasn't long before a nurse came in and ushered Hidan out of the room. Dante stepped off the elevator, looking straight at Hidan.

"What's going on? Is Dei ok?" Dante ran to the door. Another nurse pushed him out as several nurses and doctors crammed in to try and calm the now hysterical boy.

Hidan looked up at Dante, handing him Deidara's phone. "He's been texting Deidara… threatening him…" Dante took the phone. His knuckles turned white as he read on, going through all the texts up the most recent one. "That fucking bastard…" There was venom in his voice and fire in his eyes. Dante looked in at Deidara, sedated and staring at some spot on the wall.

Hidan tugged on Dante's shirt. "I might know who did this…" Dante's eyes darted to meet Hidan's, desperately looking for the answer. "You were right… all along." Dante's jaw clamped shut. He shook with anger as it set in.

"4 years. He's been doing this to my sweet Dei for 4 years and I did nothing about it…" Dante dug his phone out of his pocket and called back to the house. "Alex Troy is our guy. This ends now. Let the witch hunt begin boys."

Several hours passed until Deidara was fit for visitors again. This time he was willing to talk. Hidan sat by Deidara's side while Dante stood by the window. They both listened quietly as Deidara told them everything Troy did to him. 4 years of abuse and rape, and Deidara didn't leave a piece of it out. When he finally finished, the room was quiet. No one said a word. Dante just left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner? Dante could have protected you Dei." Hidan just sat dumbfounded.

"I couldn't…" Deidara's voice was raspy and low from disuse. This was the most he had spoken in over a week.

"Dante will give him exactly what he deserves. I'll make sure of that." Hidan stood up and made his way to the door.

"Don't kill him…" Hidan looked back, astonished. But chose to say nothing. He just turned and headed to the elevator.

Months passed. Deidara's wounds healed, he caught up in school and Troy was arrested and thrown in jail. 6 year sentence. It was all over. At least that's what you would think. The physical abuse was, but, mentally, the damage was done. Deidara couldn't sleep at night. He drank until he couldn't feel a thing, and when that stopped working, he found relief in a knife. It wasn't until senior year in High School that Deidara decided to turn his life around. The wounds healed and the scars faded to nothing more than thin lines.