Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Deidara: Kankuro's Revelation ( Chapter 27 )

Kat: -face twitches- You've got to be kidding me.

 

Soriko: A-NOTHER one?

 

Kat: Yep. At least it's signed. -sighs- Fucking hell. - -

 

Okay. Listen, folks. If you don't like the fic, that's fine and dandy. Review and tell me. Really. Go for it. I won't mind. But for Jesus fucking Christ's sake, I do NOT give one candy SHIT whether you like high school fics or not! MY GOD! It says in the fucking SUMMARY that this is a high school fic, and this is a YAOI fic! So will you pansy ass flamers stop telling me how to write a Goddamn piece of fiction! I am so sick and tired of hearing `Oh, this site is so bad', `Oh, wah, there's so much crap on this site!' I DON'T CARE! I LIKE THIS SITE! I COULDN'T CARE LESS WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS SITE, OR YAOI, OR HIGH SCHOOL FICS! Hey! Here's a news flash for ya! YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ MY FIC! JESUS CHRIST! STOP USING MY GODDAMN REVIEW BOARD AS YOUR PERSONAL RANT FORUM!

 

Hey! Know what I'm gonna do, just to make you all HAPPY? I'm going to write MORE high school fics! Prepare yourselves, ladies and gents! The `From Here to Eternity' series is already in the works! MUAHAHA!

 

Naruto and Soriko: … oo

 

Kat: God. I hate bad reviews. -grumbles- You know, it takes just ONE lousy thing like that to make me feel like shit. …You know, something tells me my two most recent flames have been from the same person. -sighs- You people need to get lives.

 

Soriko: SHE MEANS THE FLAMERS!

 

Kat: … Right. Well… at least Mr… Miss… GorunNova is an actual person on the site. God damnit! He/She/It states in his/her/its flame, “It's no secret that I don't like yaoi.” WHAT THE FUCK? WHY THE HELL ARE YOU READING A YAOI FIC THEN, IDIOT? JESUS!

 

Naruto: Oh boy.

 

Kat: Okay… wait a sec… GorunNova also states in his/her/its review, “I can't believe people would read such an atrocity when all the good fics are ignored. has gone to shit, and soon I won't even bother reading here anymore when other people finish making their own fanfiction sites, which will be sometime this year I think.”

 

All good fics are ignored? You've got room to talk! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN WRITTEN ANYTHING! Oh my God… I need to lie down…

 

Naruto: … -to Soriko- Should we just start the fic?

 

Soriko: It's probably for the best…

 

Kat: -clears throat- Ahem. I'm done. For now. So! In light of recent events, I have decided to DOUBLE my updating speed! If I can. `Cuz, you know, I wouldn't want everything to suck, like quality and stuff, for people who actually like the fic. Once again, sorry if this chapter sucks. I write… interestingly… when I'm mad.

 

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Wow… I got some good response for that chapter. FQEB, you're right, the scenes are a little clipped. Clipped… that sounds so cool! -ahem- I'll try to make them… better. XD

 

Oh, and by the way, to all flamers: If I get one more flame that isn't even an on topic review, I'm reporting you.

 

And to all you people out there who are considering flaming me, know this! I will NEVER, you got that? NEVER stop this fic because a few people don't like it. I don't care what you think, I will continue to write this until the reviews stop coming! Or I finish it! I'll probably finish it first, seeing as I've got a few people who really like it. So! Remember that when you're telling me to stop.

 

I… SHALL NOT… BE SILENCED!

 

Take that, bitches.

 

Another note: As to the Orochimaru x Sasuke pairing not being listed, that's kind of because I just recently thought of it. -weak grin- As for those who want to know if it will happen… Oh my God! What the hell is that? -points and runs away-

 

 

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Orochimaru had his back turned to Gaara as the redhead entered the classroom. Gaara frowned, and coughed audibly.

 

“You wanted to see me?” he said, crossing his arms. Orochimaru turned, slightly startled.

 

“Did I?” he asked. “Ah. Yes. Of course.” He frowned. “What to do with you…” he muttered, coming from behind his desk, and walking around Gaara in a circle, greatly resembling a vulture. “'I will pay attention in class' one hundred times on my desk by eight thirty tomorrow morning. Now shoo.”

 

Gaara blanched. One hundred times? Good lord!

 

“Yeah, whatever,” he said dully, turning and leaving the room. As he shut the door behind him, he started to feel as though he had gotten off quite well.

 

“Oh… maybe it won't be so bad,” he mumbled, as he walked past the vacant lockers. There was almost no one left in the building now, just a few stragglers. Gaara decided to stop at Iruka's room and see if Naruto had vacated the premises yet. He hefted his backpack up on his shoulders, and as he rounded a corner, was almost crushed by Zabuza Momochi.

 

“Zabuza…? Don't you have football practice?” Gaara asked monotonously, sidestepping the gargantuan junior.

 

“Yup.”

 

“So… you're not going?”

 

“That's right, Shorty. You seen Haku?”

 

Gaara shook his head.

 

“No. Why?”

 

“He was supposed to meet me after school, and I can't find him anywhere,” Zabuza said, anxiety showing clearly through his tough visage.

 

“…I bet he… forgot,” Gaara said slowly, really not sure what else to say.

 

“Feh. I doubt it. Later.” Then he walked off down the hall, glaring at anyone dumb enough to do a double take at him. Gaara frowned, shrugged, and continued on his merry way.

 

“Iru… Mr. Umino?” Gaara said, poking his head through the door of room 15.

 

“Yeah! Come on in,” Iruka said, not looking up from the stack of papers on his desk. Gaara entered the room, letting the weighted door slam behind him. The classroom was quite disheveled. The desk rows were crooked, there were crumbled papers on the floor, and it was stuffy. The window was open, and Iruka himself looked worn out. Iruka's room was on the second floor, and faced the parking lot. Gaara could see the old, blue Sedan parked out in the lot.

 

Good. Kankuro hadn't left yet, either.

 

Iruka glanced over in Gaara's direction.

 

“Hey, Gaara. What's up?” he asked, returning to his grading.

 

“Where's Naruto?” Gaara asked. No one had ever accused him of being polite.

 

“I think he's still running around the school somewhere. Why?”

 

“Yashamaru's moving in today. I wanted him to come and help us.”

 

“Oh, yeah! Yashamaru actually just called me. Yeah, Naruto's still here… I'm not sure where, though. Why don't you try the library? … The computer lab part of it, I mean,” he laughed.

 

Gaara blinked. That wasn't a bad idea.

 

“All right… thanks,” he said. He reached behind him, pulled open the door, and left the room. As he walked over to the stairs, something caught his eye. One hand on the door to the stairs, one on the wall, he turned to see Kabuto walking away from the lockers, a content smirk on his lips.

 

`Hey… isn't that… Itachi's locker? Maybe?' he thought, frowning. `What the hell? Whatever.' He pulled open the door to the stairs, and walked inside.

 

It was always so much colder on the stairway then in the halls and classrooms. There was one large window on every floor, and a number on the walls beside each door, showing which floor you were on. The computer lab was in the library, which was on the first floor. Gaara walked down one flight of stairs, and tugged open the heavy door beside the red number `1' and the red fire extinguisher.

 

Before he reached the library, he glanced at his watch. It was 3:16. School had gotten out at 3:00.

 

“Wow… Time sure flies when you're having fun,” he said cynically, before pulling open the door to the library, and walking in.

 

 

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“…That's a GUY?” Haku whispered shrilly, his jaw dropping slightly. He caught Kankuro's amused look. “Oh, shut up.”

 

The `guy' in question was currently sitting at a pottery wheel, headphones covering his ears, spinning the wheel quickly, forming the clay in his hands. His light blonde hair was hanging in his eyes, but a chunk of it was pulled messily into a ponytail. There was a paint and argil covered smock over his clothes, and he hadn't noticed Kankuro or Haku yet, as he hadn't looked up from the pottery wheel.

 

“Didn't say anything,” Kankuro said connivingly. He let shut the door behind them, and walked over to the potter in question. “Deidara… Hey! Deidara! Wake up, man!”

 

“Yeah?” Deidara said, glancing up, alarmed. He pushed the headphones off of his ears with his shoulder, and said, “Oh, Kankuro. You want something, yeah?”

 

“…Yeah. Deidara, Haku, Haku, Deidara. Say hi, Haku.”

 

“…Hi?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Kankuro coughed lightly. “Deidara, wash your hands. I need your help with something.”

 

“With what, yeah?” Deidara asked, standing up from the stool, and crossing over to the sink.

 

“With… something.”

 

“Uh-huh,” Deidara gave a twisted half smile, before turning on the tap, and rinsing the terra cotta off of his hands. He pulled down a roll of paper towels, and dried off his hands, shut off the sink, and pulled off the smock. “What's up, yeah?”

 

“Well,” Kankuro said, looking around warily, making sure they were absolutely alone. “Can I trust you to total secrecy on this, Dei?”

 

“Probably not, yeah.”

 

“Mm… what if… I… paid you?” Kankuro asked raising his eyebrows.

 

“You don't have a job, yeah.”

 

“I'm starting work at the movie theatre in a week! Lay off!”

 

“Feh. Okay, okay, yeah.”

 

“All right.” Kankuro looked around one more time, before reaching into his pocket, and pulling out the pills. “What can you tell me about these?”

 

“Hmmm…” Deidara took the container from Kankuro's hands, and turned it over in his own. “Prescription, not over the counter… taken with food…” He pulled off the lid, and poured two capsules onto his palm. “Muscle pain pills, yeah. Too many make you sick, yeah. Active ingredients do that. Irritate the stomach. Way too many make you sleep and not wake up. Almost as bad as sleeping pills.” He frowned, and looked into the bottle.

 

Kankuro's head was already reeling. So Itachi HAD taken the pills. They had caused him to totally lose his breakfast. But then… what had made him so sick afterwards?

 

“Not the same.”

 

“What?”

 

“Not the same, yeah.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Look,” Deidara said, dumping the rest of the pills into his hand. “Pills aren't the same. Not all of them, anyway.”

 

Kankuro's eyes widened. He was right; only about two thirds of the pills were the light capsule purple muscle relaxants. The rest were a dull yellow color, and in the shape of a triangle.

 

“Wh-what are they?”

 

“Can't tell. If I had to guess, I'd say they look like some sleeping pills, or maybe antihistamine, yeah. Let me hang onto them for a few days and I'll know for sure.”

 

Kankuro bit his lip. He glanced over at Haku. The sophomore had a hand to his forehead, and looked quite stricken.

 

“Yeah… sure. Okay. Do what you gotta do,” Kankuro said, nodding, and looking back at Deidara. “How much?”

 

“I'll think about it, yeah.”

 

“Hm. Fine, then. Uh… shit!” he said, glancing down at his watch. It was three fifteen already! He'd promised Yashamaru he'd be down in Sunaga by four! “I gotta go, now. Deidara, do whatever it takes, Haku, let's motor.”

 

“Y-Yeah. Okay,” Haku said wearily, opening the door, and leaving the room.

 

“Deidara, always a pleasure.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Kankuro followed Haku out into the hall.

 

“You okay?” he asked Haku, once they were on the stairs.

 

“Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just found out that my best friend is a fucking DRUGGIE! Of COURSE I'm okay!” Haku exclaimed, his face red.

 

Kankuro's jaw dropped.

 

“Haku…”

 

“What?”

 

“You just said `fuck'.”

 

“…I did?”

 

“I knew you had it in you!” Kankuro said proudly, crossing his arms. “I knew it!”

 

Haku blushed.

 

“W-well… I'm upset.”

 

“Sure. That's it.”

 

Haku punched him in the arm. It hurt, Kankuro was surprised to find, but at the same time, he was glad he had distracted Haku.

 

“Ow! Dammit! Haku, I thought said you were a wimp!”

 

Haku burst into giggles, pressing a hand to his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle them. Kankuro grinned.

 

“By the way, Kankuro,” Haku said, pointing up to Kankuro's face. “What on Earth happened to your cheek?”

 

Kankuro paled.

 

“Uh… you mean the bruise?”

 

“Yeah… it looks painful,” Haku said lowering his hand and frowning.

 

“Uh… Heh… well, the funniest thing happened after I got home last night,” Kankuro said, absent-mindedly scratching the back of his head. “All the lights were off when I finally got in and I walked straight into the corner of a wall! Nice, huh?”

 

“Oh. Ouch.”

 

“Heh… right.”

 

Haku turned his gaze from Kankuro's face to the floor. Kankuro had a feeling that Haku knew he was lying, but the smaller teen didn't press the subject.

 

“Ah… crap, I need to go find Gaara… if he's even still here… I'll see you later, Haku,” Kankuro said, before leaving the stairs.

 

 

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“Naruto… Naruto? What the hell are you doing?” Gaara asked, coming up from behind the blonde. Naruto jumped, and turned around.

 

“Oh, hey Gaara!” he said, waving an arm. “I'm playing SOLITAIRE!”

 

“…” Gaara was in shock. “You know how to play Solitaire?”

 

“Well… not really. I think I'm losing.”

 

“…I bet you play Solitaire as well as you play Bullshit, right?”

 

“Oh shut up!”

 

Gaara smirked, knowing he had struck a nerve.

 

“Hey, you want to help Yashamaru move? Kankuro, Temari and me have to do it, and I think Iruka's doing it too.”

 

“Hell yes I do!” Naruto signed off of the computer, and followed Gaara out of the library, only to run head on into Kankuro.

 

“THERE you are, Gaara,” he said, straightening his hat. “Come on, we gotta go! We're late!”

 

“Yeah, yeah, fine.”

 

“Naruto! Let me see your hand!” Kankuro said, pulling out a Sharpie from his pocket. Naruto warily offered his right hand, his eyes narrow.

 

“What are you gonna do?” he asked.

 

“Here… Tell Iruka to meet us at this address at four thirty,” Kankuro said, scrawling out an address on the palm of Naruto's hand.

 

“Uh… Right.” Naruto looked at the almost indecipherable print, and shrugged. Iruka would understand it. He was a teacher, after all.

 

“Okay! See you later, then,” Kankuro said. “Gaara, let's mambo.”

 

“…Mambo? Oh my God,” Gaara said. He followed Kankuro out of the school, and to his car.

 

“…You think you should change before we go?” Kankuro asked, looking down at Gaara's apparel. Black pants, a long sleeved black shirt, and a dark blue tee shirt.

 

“Why?”

 

“I dunno… you wouldn't want to ruin all that nice stuff.”

 

“Yeah, I guess you're right.”

 

“Okay! Next stop; our house!”

 

 

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“Say one word, and you're dead,” Gaara warned Kankuro, seeing the look he was giving his clothes. He had kept the black long sleeved shirt, but there was a light blue tee shirt over it now, and a gray pullover over that. He had changed into plain blue jeans, and put on his older high tops. He had also taken off his make up. There wasn't much point in wearing it now; who was going to see him?

 

“Wasn't gonna say anything,” Kankuro said. He had ditched his hat, make-up, and black jacket in favor of a sweatshirt that read `Konohaton High School' in bold green letters. He had changed into jeans with a hole in one knee, and tennis shoes. Temari had come home at three thirty, and had changed from a mini skirt and pink tank top to jeans, tennis shoes, and a red sweatshirt with `Lifeguard' on the front.

 

“Are we going, or what?” she said, tapping her foot angrily. “I thought you said we were LATE.”

 

“We are!”

 

“Well?”

 

“Well what?”

 

“Let's GO!”

 

“Fine!”

 

Gaara rubbed his eyes. It was going to be a long afternoon. They took Kankuro's car, Temari in front, and Gaara seated contently in back.

 

“Okay… do you have a map?” Temari asked Kankuro as they pulled out of the driveway.

“Of course I don't have a map! Why would I have a map?”

 

“I only assumed you were smart enough to bring one.”

 

“Why do I need a map? I know where I'm going.”

 

“You sure about that?”

 

“Yes! Oh my God… I need some coffee…” Kankuro moaned, taking a left onto Main Street. He immediately took a right after that, and pulled up next to an espresso stand.

 

“Hi! What can I get for you today?” came the overly cheery voice of a tall, blonde woman with `Stacie' written across her nametag.

 

“Can I get a double grande mocha?” Kankuro asked, grinning.

 

“Can I get an iced latte? Single shot,” Temari asked.

 

“You want anything, Gaara?” Kankuro asked, turning. “I'm buying.”

 

“Uh… sure?”

 

Kankuro grinned, and rolled his eyes.

 

“A raspberry Italian soda for the short one,” Kankuro said. Stacie nodded, and bustled about her work. Kankuro turned on the CD player to fill the silence.

 

“Ugh… Rammstein? Turn this crap off,” Temari demanded, crossing her arms.

 

“Hey, this is good music!” Kankuro protested. “Right, Gaara?”

 

“Uh… well, I like it.”

 

“That's right!” Kankuro nodded.

 

“It's in German, for Christ's sake!” Temari protested. “You can't even understand it!”

 

“So what? I like Germania!”

 

“…Germania?”

 

“I mean… you know what I mean!”

 

“No. I don't. Enlighten me.”

 

Gaara rolled his eyes, and leaned against the window.

 

“Well… you know… Germania! Where Germans come from!”

 

“THAT'S GERMANY YOU IMBECILE!”

 

“Right! Germany! That's what I said.”

 

“No it isn't!”

 

“Then what did I say?”

 

“You said `Germania'!”

 

“I did not!”

 

“You did… ugh. Forget it.”

 

“At least the music's good.”

 

“No it isn't! It's crap! Now, Black Eyed Peas. That's a good band.”

 

“Black Eyed Peas? Yuck! That music is so repetitive!”

 

“No it isn't! It's creative and original!”

 

“It's boring and plain.”

 

“Okay. Then name a GOOD band, Mr. Germania.”

 

“…Smashing Pumpkins! That's a good band. It's weird, but good,” Kankuro said, after a brief pause.

 

“…Okay, I can agree with that one.”

 

“And… and… and Nine Inch Nails. There's no way you can't like Nine Inch Nails.”

 

“Yawn! Boring!” Temari said, waving a hand through the air.

 

“You traitor! What about Papa Roach? That's some of my favorite music.”

 

“Oh my God, I hate that stuff! It's so… so whiny!”

 

“NO IT IS NOT!”

 

“YES IT IS!”

 

“Okay! That'll be nine fifty!” Stacie cut in, leaning slightly out of the window.

 

“Oh. Yeah. Okay,” Kankuro said, pulling out his wallet, and fishing out a ten. “Keep the silver.”

 

“Thank you!” Stacie said. She passed in the drinks, and Kankuro passed Gaara back the Italian soda.

 

“What the hell is this?” Gaara asked, deftly swirling his straw through the red liquid.

 

“It's good. Try it.”

 

Gaara tried it. It was good… really sweet, but good. He licked some whipped cream off of the straw.

 

“Yum…” he said to himself.

 

“Have a nice day!” Stacie said.

 

“You too,” Kankuro said, before switching gears, and taking off onto Main Street again.

 

“Now… Missy Elliot. You can't not like her,” Temari said.

 

“Snore. Otep,” Kankuro offered.

 

“Blah. Too much screaming. Green Day.”

 

“I like Green Day. What about System of a Down?”

 

“Also too much screaming. AQUA. They're good.”

 

“… They're weird as hell.”

 

“So?”

 

“What about Billy Talent?”

 

“…Not too bad.”

 

Gaara had finished his soda already, and was back to staring out the window. They were on the freeway entrance now.

 

“Are you sure you know where you're going?” Temari asked, sipping her drink.

 

“Of course I'm sure!”

 

“You know who's good? Coldplay.”

 

“Coldplay? Well… I like the piano,” Temari admitted, nodding.

 

“Disturbed.”

 

“What?”

 

“The band. Disturbed.”

 

“…Who?”

 

“What about… I dunno… Blink 182.”

 

“Mmm… Not too horrible. Gwen Stefani?”

 

“I don't really understand it… but it isn't too bad.” Suddenly, Temari gasped. “Savage Garden! There's no way you can't like Savage Garden!”

 

“I hate Savage Garden!”

 

“I like Savage Garden,” Gaara said amiably. Temari and Kankuro turned to stare at him. “What? I do. Their music is nice.”

 

“I thought you were Goth, Gaara,” Temari said, raising an eyebrow.

 

“…So? There's nothing wrong with liking different music,” Gaara rallied.

 

“Oh my God… WATCH THE ROAD, ASS HOLE!” Temari shrieked, as Kankuro almost crashed into the side of a pick up.

 

“I AM! JESUS CHRIST! YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL AT ME!”

 

“APPARENTLY I DO!”

 

“BITCH!”

 

“BASTARD!”

 

They sat in silence for another five minutes. Gaara was watching the signs for anything about Sunaga. They had just passed one that had towns listed on it, and how many miles away they were. Sunaga had been on it, and it said '30 miles'. Now they were at twenty-five miles, since Kankuro was going sixty miles per hour.

 

“I'm not that bad at math,” Gaara said, grinning.

 

Temari and Kankuro didn't speak to each other for another twenty minutes. Then…

 

“Here! Here! Turn here!”

 

“I don't turn here! We go another exit!”

 

“You ass! No we don't!”

 

“Yes we do!”

 

“No we don't!” Kankuro glared at his sister.

 

“You're going to get us lost!” Temari hissed.

 

“No I WON'T!”

 

“Goddammit, Kankuro!”

 

“Shut the fuck up, Temari!”

 

“BASTARD!”

 

“BITCH!”

 

And an awkward silence ensued once more. Gaara maladroitly picked at the foam coming out of the torn seat.

 

“See, look. `Sunaga - 1 mile.' I told you.”

 

“The hell you did!” Temari snapped angrily, her face flushed.

 

Kankuro sighed angrily, and turned into the right lane. A moment later, he pulled off of the freeway on exit 105.

 

“Well, lookee here! Kankuro was right!”

 

“Shut up, Kankuro.”

 

“Oh, is Temari angry that she was WRONG FOR ONCE?”

 

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU ASSHOLE!”

 

“Ooh! Rawr! This kitty has claws!” Kankuro said. Temari turned the color of Gaara's hair, and then some. She huffily stared out the window.

 

“Oh, don't be that way.”

 

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

 

“Mee-ow.”

 

“Stop acting like a fag, Kankuro,” Temari said, taking a sip of her drink.

 

“I am one.”

 

Temari choked on her coffee, and turned, wide-eyed, to her brother. Gaara stopped staring out the window.

 

“Wh…what did you say?” Temari asked warily.

 

“Hey! We're here!” Kankuro said, pointing at the sandstone sign that read, `Welcome to Sunaga'.

 

“Doesn't look very welcoming,” Gaara remarked, trying to pull Temari's attention from Kankuro.

 

“What did you say, Kankuro?”

 

“I mean, look at that! That garbage can is overflowing!” Gaara said, a little louder this time. “And those weeds!”

 

Kankuro didn't answer Temari, nor did he speak again until they were at the Yashamaru's old apartment building.

 

“Here we are,” he said. “156 Red Street, White Sands Apartments. Not exactly a happy looking place,” he observed, frowning. Truthful to his word, the building seemed very second-hand. There were several broken windows, and graffiti scrawled across the base. Kankuro pulled the Sedan up to the curb of the sidewalk, and stopped in front of a small moving van.

 

“Right! Well, then, let's go! Can't keep Yashamaru waiting,” Gaara said loudly, and quite out of character for him, as Temari continued to stare at Kankuro, who seemed oblivious to her.

 

Gaara sighed, and left the car. It really WAS going to be a long afternoon.

 

 

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Kat: Woo! Go me! Another chapter!

 

Soriko: … Huzzah!

 

Naruto: Uh… yeah… woo hoo.

 

Kat: Yay! Please review! Flames will be mocked mercilessly, and flamers shall be reported! Toodle-loo!

 

I SHALL NOT BE SILENCED!