Sasori stared at the clock. 5:52 a.m. Damn, there was no point in trying to get back to sleep if his alarm was only going to go off in a few minutes. Sighing, he reached out and shut off the annoying device, before sitting up and stretching. He really hated getting up this early, but he had no choice. School started today.

As he stood up, he glanced over to his bedside table, staring sadly at the empty cigarette carton. He'd have to pick some up on the way home from school today. But, first things first. He had to check the refrigerator and see if there was anything to eat.

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The sunlight woke Deidara up. "Mmm…." The blonde sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. It seemed like he was supposed to do something today…..oh yeah, school! Finally awake, he pulled on his uniform and backpack before climbing out the window, heading towards his new high school.

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Sasori walked out of the house and up to his motorcycle. He didn't have to worry about anyone around here stealing it; the last person to attempt that had been in the hospital for over a month, and still couldn't properly use his left leg.

He flipped up the kickstand and smirked as the he revved the engine. Hours upon hours of hard work had given him a bike that could wipe the floor with every other motorcycle in town. Still smirking, he put on his helmet and drove off. "Time to terrorize some of my dear classmates…"

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Deidara sighed and stared up at the school. So, this was where he'd be for the rest of the school year. "Maybe there won't be so many perverts here, un." He looked around at the other students. Nothing really special; they looked liked the average teenagers with no sense of artistry whatsoever.

"Hey hottie, what's up?" Groaning, he turned and saw a grinning jock. "You new here, babe?"

"Back off, I'm a guy, un."

"No way! There's no way any guy could be so pretty!"

WHAM

Deidara gave the boy an annoyed look as he sank to the ground. Never mess with an artist with a black belt. If he had to guess, he'd say there were more perverts around here, and none of them knew a thing about true art. Resigning himself to his fate as the only artist here, he approached the school, when he heard the roar of an engine and a scream. He turned just in time to see a kid jump onto the curb and narrowly avoid being run over by someone on a motorcycle. "Are you ok?!" he practically yelled, running up to the boy.

"Y-yeah, I just got in Akasuna's way," the teen stuttered back.

"What kind of- you're the pedestrian, you have the right of way, un!"

The teen shuddered. "Not with Akasuna Sasori you don't. That guy's the worst punk in this entire place, and don't you forget it!" With that said he ran off, leaving Deidara behind. Sasori parked his motorcycle a little further down the parking lot.

Deidara saw his chance and stomped up to the red head. "Hey you! You nearly killed that guy back there, un!"

Sasori turned around, a bored expression on his face. He realized that he hadn't seen the blonde before and quickly looked the teen up and down. "You're obviously new around here, so I'll let that slide this time." Sasori stepped closer to the blonde, dropping his voice to a whisper. "But I'm gonna make something perfectly clear to you. My nickname's the Red Demon, and there's a good reason for that. So don't cross me. Got it, miss?"

Deidara's face flushed. "I'm a boy, un! And the name's Deidara, un."

Sasori raised a brow. "Really?" He circled the blonde, looking him over again. "I've never had the pleasure of meeting a transvestite in person."

"What the hell?! I'm not a transvestite! Or a cross dresser, un!" he quickly added, seeing the Akasuna open his mouth again. "Furthermore, I don't care about what kind of control you've got over the rest of this place, you still don't have the right to nearly mow a person down, un!" Deidara kicked the rear tire of Sasori's motorcycle, as if to emphasize his point.

The parking lot cleared out in a matter of seconds. People knew better than to touch Sasori's ride.

The red head narrowed his eyes; this new kid was pushing it. "Don't. Touch. The. Bike." He stared Deidara in the eyes. "This is your last warning, brat. Stay out of my sight, or I'll make you regret it."

"I could say the same to you, un."

Sasori snorted. "Excuse me for not fearing a little girl." That did it.

WHAM

Sasori stumbled back from the punch; he honestly couldn't remember the last time anyone had dared to hit him. Suddenly, the bell rang. "Damn, I'm gonna be late on my first day, un!" And with that the blonde dashed off.

Sasori was left alone in the parking lot. He stood perfectly still for a moment, before an evil grin spread across his face. "So, he thinks he can just get away with that?" He began walking towards the school. "The brat's name is Deidara? Well, Deidara, prepare yourself. The Red Demon is about to make your entire life a living hell."