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CREATING AKATSUKI part 5

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Kisame swore that if the school hadn’t been made out of solid concrete, he would have burned it down.

He had finally figured out where everything was in this place, where all his classes were, how to get from one place to another…

And now, they were switching him to a different math class on the other side of the school.

The worst part was, virtually every kid in his class was to blame. Apparently, 90% of his class was currently failing Algebra 2, while the other 10% was passing with flying colors. So, those kids would be moved to a faster class, while the failing teens would stay behind for a slower paced class. Take a wild guess which group the shark was in.

So, here he was, heading to a new room, full of kids who would no doubt point and whisper about him, wondering what the hell had gone wrong to make him look like that. Kisame sighed as he shook his head. Oh well. May as well get this over with now.

The shark stepped inside the room and immediately headed towards the back of the classroom. Whoever had first said ‘out of sight, out of mind’ really knew what they were talking about. Kisame stuffed his book under his new desk and sat back, waiting for roll call. “What are you doing here?”

Kisame nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the familiar voice address him. “Oh, hey Itachi. I didn’t know you were in here.”

“I’ve been here all year. You haven’t. Which brings us to the question of, why are you here?”

“Most of the kids in my other class were idiots, so they moved some of us into here so we wouldn’t have to slow down like them.”

“That explains it,” Itachi muttered, looking at the other new students that were slowly filing into the room. “Do me a favor and stay there. The last thing I need is some prep that’s going to spend the entire class texting sitting by me.”

“Um, ok,” Kisame replied. He seriously doubted that anyone would try to make him move; after all, would you walk up to a 6-foot 7-inch shark and ask them to move? Not likely.

Sure enough, when the bell rang Itachi and Kisame were still sitting beside each other. Itachi quickly copied down the problems on the board and did then all in about ten minutes. Once he’d finished, the Uchiha set down his pencil and proceeded to stare out the window, thinking about who knows what.

Kisame took a few seconds to just study the weasel in complete silence. “He’s cute.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~that night~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BANG

“Tobi, come upstairs and eat your dinner!”

CRASH

Eat it now or you don’t get any dinner at all!

“Better Tobi wants to play, Zetsu!”

TOO BAD!

Konan and Pein listened to the sounds of shouting, crashing, and several things breaking before Zetsu emerged from the basement, dragging the masked teen by his collar. “Tobi, eat,” Pein ordered.

“No!” The teen crossed his arms in front of himself like a child, and the others could practically see the pout on his face.

“Tobi, please eat,” Konan begged.

“If you don’t eat, you’re going to get super skinny and flimsy,” Kisame pointed out.

“Tobi doesn’t want to eat!”

Ok, screw it! I’m force-feeding that kid!

“WAAAAAAAAAH! Don’t touch Tobi’s mask!” The Uchiha was out of the kitchen in a flash, with the schizo right on his heels.

“…You know, you could just stop feeding him. It would save about $4,000 a year,” Kakuzu pointed out.

“Don’t tempt me,” Pein ordered, wincing as he heard a sound suspiciously like a Ming vase crashing to the ground.

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RIIIIIING

Sasori raised a brow as he heard the phone ring. Since when did anyone call here? More importantly, since when did anyone have the phone number to call here?

RIIIIIIING

Sasori picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“DANNA!” The redhead winced, holding the phone a bit further away from his ear. Well that answered one question. Now to answer another. “What’s wrong Deidara?”

“I was making dinner and I left the kitchen and then there was smoke and now there’s flames and I DON’T WANNA EXPLODE, UN!”

“Deidara, I’ll be right over,” Sasori said, hanging up and rushing out of the house, hoping he remembered where Pein and Konan had dropped off the sculptor before.

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When Sasori walked into the house, he nearly choked on all the smoke. “Deidara!”

“Sasori danna!”

The redhead followed the blonde’s voice into the kitchen. “Deidara, what the hell happened?!”


“I was making a casserole in the oven, but I started sculpting and forgot about it, and when I came back in here there was smoke, and the casserole was on fire, and my explosives are in the pantry, un! If they overheat, we’re screwed!”

“WHAT?!”

“And I kept throwing water in there, but it won’t stop, un!”

“Deidara,” Sasori asked calmly, “did it occur to you to turn off the oven?”

“Um, well, no, un.”

“Then do that now!” Sasori screamed.

“Yes danna!” It took fifteen more minutes of throwing water on the casserole and opening every door and window in the house, but finally the kitchen was smoke free.

Sasori shook his head as he looked down at the sorry remains of the blonde’s dinner. “You’d better throw that out, pan and all.”

“Got it, danna,” Deidara replied, walking outside the house to bury the leftovers. Once he was gone, Sasori started looking around the kitchen.

It was a nice place; tidy, well kept, and modern-looking. The only thing that seemed out of place was the overflowing garbage can. It appeared to be filled to the brim with folded or wadded up pieces of paper, with additional notes lying on the ground.

Sasori walked over to the papers and pulled several out, taking the time to unfold them and read their short messages. Every note was written by the same two people; Deidara’s mother and father.

As Sasori read the notes, a frown grew on his face. The words may have been rearranged, and the situations may have been different each time, but every note said the same thing; I’ll be out late, see you later. Sasori shook his head as he replaced the notes. Honestly, when was the last time those people had even talked face to face with Deidara been-

“I’m done, un!” Deidra called out, walking back into the kitchen with a smile on his face.

“Deidara, you really need to take out your trash,” Sasori remarked.

“Oh yeah, sorry about the mess, un,” Deidara said, grinning sheepishly.

“Hey, Deidara?”

“Yeah, un?”

“You mind if I crash here tonight?”

There was a moment of silence before Deidara nodded his head. “Your parents won’t mind, un?”

“I doubt it. They’re dead.”

“Sorry, un.”

“It’s cool. My grandma’s the only relative I have, and she’s off on some world tour for the next eight months.”

“Wow, un! So, you’re all by yourself, un?”

“More or less. It’s fine with me; I’m not a people person anyway.”

“Ok. There’s a sleeping bag upstairs that you can borrow if you want, un.”

“Thanks,” Sasori replied, following the blonde up the stairs to his room. It didn’t take long for the two of them to settle in, and soon Deidara had shut off the lights and crawled into his bed, leaving Sasori to curl up in the sleeping bag on the floor.

As Sasori was drifting off, thinking about how much the blonde and he were alike, he could have sworn he heard a very soft, “Thank you, un.”
and here we see hints of sasodei and kisaita! the whole math class thing; yeah, that happened to me my freshmen year. stupid school system....

anyway, i'm having so much fun with this, which is the only reason you're getting updates this fast! no clue how long this will last though (two of my fingers are already starting to twitch). now please read and comment!

all characters (c) masashi kishimoto

prologue: [link]
part 1: [link]
part 2: [link]
part 3: [link]
part 4: [link]
part 5: here
part 6: [link]
part 7: [link]
part 8: [link]
part 9: [link]
part 10: [link]
part 11: [link]
part 12: [link]
part 13: [link]
part 14: [link]
part 15: [link]
part 16: [link]
part 17: [link]
part 18: [link]
part 19: [link]
epilogue: [link]
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damn this is good u got talent