I think I'm magic since I somehow finished it on Monday, the worst day of the week. I doubt anyone waited for this chapter, since I said I would maybe finish it last week. This is another short chapter, but this one is important though.

Anyway, here you go!

"Attention!" a short, slim brunette called out to the class in front of her. Everyone immediately became quiet and turned to the source of the voice.

"This lesson you are going to continue from where you left of last week. Brushes and the acryl paint is in the shelf over there," she paused to point at the said shelf "and your paintings are in the closet. Now get going!"

Deidara got up from his spot and walked over to the old closed in the back of the room to get his painting. His classmates stood at the same time around the pile of dried artwork, trying to reach their own. Deidara didn't even bother to join the chaos in front of him and patiently waited for everyone to finish.

When everyone had got their painting, Deidara stepped forward to grab the last one of them. He smiled to his artwork, a half done white owl with golden wings flying in the moonlighted sky. Even though it wasn't real art, Deidara was still proud of his own skills and found it artistic. Grabbing a few brushes, some paint in different colours and a plastic cup with water he sat back down at his spot. He carefully sat the linen on a wooden stand, using one minute to think about what to continue with. The white feathers or make details on the golden wings? Coming to a decision, Deidara dipped the thinnest brush in the white acryl paint. Right when the brush was a millimetre from the owl's breast, an angry voice came over the speakers:

"Deidara Iwa to principal's office this instant!" the voice of the principal's secretary called throughout the school building. "And take your bag with you"

Everyone in the art room turned around and stared at the said boy, wonder and disgust in their eyes. Deidara ignored the looks and rose up from his spot, knowing exactly what this were going to be about. Grabbing his bag and casting a last look at his unfinished painting he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Deidara sat outside in a hallway, a door that said Principal stood for him. He was still pissed off because he got called right in the art class, his only joy in school. In this way he'd never get to finish it, since he knew what kind of punishment he was going to get. Deidara's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash and the door in front of him got slammed open. A teen with ash black hair stormed out, showed a finger to the secretary and walked down the hallway without casting a glance back.

"Come back here! We wasn't finished!" a voice yelled from the office. Deidara heard a loud sigh, some steps from high-heals and a figure appeared in the open door.

"Mr Iwa, it's your turn" the principal said and moved to the side in the doorway gesturing for Deidara to come inside. The said blond got on his feet, walked into the low lighted room and took a seat in front of the huge desk.

"So I guess you know why you are here, Iwa" the principal said and sat down on the huge chair on the opposite of the blond. She casted a serious look at Deidara, some small locks of her brown hair hung over her eyes while the rest were tied in a bun. "Some students came to me a while ago, one of them with a broken nose and a bloody shirt. Does that sound familiar to you?"

"Yes, un… I was the one who broke his nose" Deidara answered, knowing that she already knew and he was in serious trouble, again.

"This is the second time this month, this needs to come to an end. We don't tolerate this kind of behaviour at this school" she commented and watched Deidara's I-know-that-I'll-get-expelled-again look. Letting out a sigh, she continued: "This time you'll get expelled for only three days. If this kind of event happen again, or you blow up something, you'll get expelled from this school forever, Iwa"

Deidara gulped and continued to look at the floor, scared over the thought of his mother's reaction if he got expelled from the school. A paper came in front of his face, looking up he saw that it was the document that declared his three-days expulsion.

"Bring this home to your mom and make sure this doesn't happen again" the principal finished, gave him the paper and followed the blond out the door. Deidara folded the paper and stuffed it in his bag. Cursing under his breath he walked down the hallway and out the main door.

The rain had stopped and the sun peaked out from the clouds. Deidara walked along the road, in deep thought. Even so he couldn't miss the sun reflecting something in the grass. Pushing his thoughts aside he walked over to the where he saw the small glimpse. After searching a while he found the object, a ring. It was in silver and bore the kanji for blue and was teal in colour (A/N: Imagine his Akatsuki ring, cause it is). Deidara picked it up, examining every detail of the ring.

"How strange, un…" he muttered and ran a thumb over the kanji letter "A Japanese ring here? Maybe someone lost it, un" Deidara looked around to see if there was anyone around, but he was alone. He turned his attention to the ring in his hand, wondering what to do with it. Might as well take it with me, Deidara thought and stuffed the silver ring into his back on his feet, he continued his way home and begun drowning in thoughts again, but this time about something totally else. Why had he felt a strange bond to the object?

"Tadaima, un" Deidara muttered when he came through the door. Even though he and his mom had moved from Japan, they still spoke their language at home.

"Okaerinasai!" an enthusiastic voice said. Deidara, who hadn't expected an answer, jumped slightly at the voice. A blonde woman appeared from the kitchen, smiling "How was school?"

"As always, mum" Deidara said as it was the most obvious thing in the world. He tossed his bag on the floor and bent over to untie his shoes.

"You always say that" she sighed, but quickly gained her enthusiasm back "I made your favourite today, Dei-Dei. Bakudan!"

"Okay, un" Deidara mumbled and went to his bag to get the letter from school. Finding it he turned back to his mom, holding out the paper "Here. I'm going to my room, un"

After some seconds a less happy voice yelled "YOU GOT EXPELLED AGAIN!?"

Deidara sat at his bed, fiddling with the silver ring he had found later that day. Such a beautiful ring, but were did it come from? Deidara looked back at the kanji letter. Blue? But why a Japanese letter? Sure, someone Japanese could have lost the ring, but I don't think any from Japan would wear such a ring? Or? Trying to shake all these questions away, Deidara tried to not think about where it could possible come from. I guess I can keep it until someone askes for it. He took it on his right ring finger, and then frowned. What's this feeling? It feels kind of… wrong. Taking it off, he tried on his middle finger instead. No… He took it off again, but this time he tried the next finger, the index finger. How weird, it's almost like the ring wants to be on that finger. Giving the ring a faint smile, he yawned and went to bed. His mind still drowning in thoughts.

So, in next chapther the fun starts. If you want to know how far I'm in a chapter you can follow me on Twitter (link in the profile)

For those who wonder:

Tadaima means: I'm home

Okaerinasai means: Welcome home

And I know I probably write weird (Sorry if I'm really bad). Next chapter is maybe going to come next week, maybe... We'll see