(SasoDei) Don't Judge Me, Diary -Twentieth EntryTwentieth Entry
December 22nd, Thursday, 12 am
To start with, things have been quite good with Mi-bitch-ka. She hasn't shown up yet and
between you, me and the world, I hope she never will. If winter cold is going to kill
anyone, I wish for it to be her.
On another note, something seems to be off with Sasori. He's been even quieter than
usual in the recent days and I can't imagine what could cause it. My hostility towards his
stupid cousin? Can't be. I'm mean as hell to his employees all the time I snap at them,
insult them, make sexual innuendos and he's never said anything about it. Maybe it's
because it's his close family this time? Still not buying it. He was friendly towards that
woman, but I could see that she was boring him. He probably dislikes her nearly as much
as I do.
Also, I have asked him what we're gonna do at Christmas. He merely shrugs his
shoulders and says, "We'll see." Highly suspicious. At least I don't have to worry about
PeiKo - Rebel in Hidden High School 2 - Chapter 3Chapter 3
Konan used her hand to shadow her eyes from the blinding floodlight directed at her. She
heard someone clap their hands in the room, calling people to order and yelling some
quick commands, before everyone quieted down. Knowing her eyes had got used to the
bright light already, Konan moved her hand a little and looked down at the three adults
sitting behind a table in front of the stage.
"You are Konan Iwaga," the one in the middle, a middle-aged woman with short brown
spiky hair, stated, as though she saw reminding the girl of her own name as a necessity.
It wasn't a question and Konan didn't respond, waiting for what was about to come.
"Karin has written you down as the cast for Rika, the heroine of the musical."
Konan nodded slowly, hoping this would encourage the captain obvious to move on
quicker and tell her something she didn't know already.
The man on the left, an obsessed-looking one with taunted brown hair, raised his index
PeiKo - Rebel in Hidden High School 2 - Chapter 1Chapter 1
Autumn and school had started once again. Hidan, Kakuzu, Itachi, Kisame, Zetsu and
Tobi had all graduated, laughing at the three other members of the Akatsuki who still had
senior year to survive. It was the beginning of September, when the gang decided to
spend the night at a 24-hour amusement park.
"Pein, c'mon!" Sasori yelled, Deidara clinging to his arm, as they were about to enter the
"No, go on without me!" Pein shouted back. "I'll go get a drink, I'm thirsty."
"Suit yourself!" Sasori said, and waved at him as they disappeared into the building.
Pein smiled at them and nodded, starting to walk towards the park's cafe. He kept his
gaze down and therefore didn't notice someone running towards him, before they'd
already collided. Pein almost fell over, but managed to keep his balance and looked at his
attacker. A blue-haired girl, about his age, was sitting on the ground and glaring at him,
food all over her shirt.
"Oh, sorry," Pein apologized, gi
SasoDei - Rebel in Hidden High School - EpilogueEpilogue
-Almost two weeks later-
Deidara and Sasori waved goodbye to Isaribi before getting into Sasame's car.
Deidara adjusted his scarf to ensure that it covered the marks on his neck that hadn't healed yet.
Resting his head on Sasori's shoulder, he slept through the whole way back to Hidden High School.
He felt relaxed, hence the smile on his face. For the rest of their stay, Sasori had devoted himself
to the blond, exchanging only a few words with the girls, who'd finally left the house once it was
clear that Sasori was off the market.
Deidara honoured the agreement he'd made with himself the night he'd went to the night club –
should he ever get over this Christmas, he'd abandon his old ways for good and the riskiest things
he would do from then on, would be with the Akatsuki. No more criminals. No more mafia. No
more denying the law. Well, maybe a little, but there would be limits. All in all, no more rebel to
screw up his life. He'd already lost his parents and sister, he didn'
SasoDei - Rebel in Hidden High School - Chapter 18Chapter 18
Deidara Iwaga had developed a mixture of distaste and hatred towards his schoolmate, Tenten. Yet
he couldn't help, but take her side the next morning he entered the class.
There was the redheaded teen boy, who had more metal on his body than most people had in their
wallets. He was sitting on the desk, surrounded by a crowd of his classmates, and had a hot, barely
dressed girl on his lap. The girl, known as Emi, had long dark hair and cream-colored skin that
Deidara suspected to be the result of powder and skin perfector. She was wearing a short skirt and
a sleeveless shirt with a wide collar that revealed the upper part of her push-up bra. The high heels
of her shoes would've made any model proud and anyone barefoot in the vicinity want to run away.
Deidara raised his eyebrows at the sight, while Sasori next to him didn't seem surprised in the
least. Deidara halted and scanned the room in search of the girl he despised the most in this school.
He found Tenten sitting at the
SasoDei - Rebel in Hidden High School - Chapter 17Chapter 17
Deidara was wearing a long dress in the colours of black and silver. The sleeves went on till his
fingers, covering his palms like gloves. The upper part of the dress was like a corset, only without
the special cut for boobs. The silver lace crisscrossed his chest and stomach on the black
background. The skirt was mostly black and touched the ground, hiding Deidara's silver high-
heeled shoes. He was wearing his usual black eyeliner make-up, with the slight difference that he'd
used silver eye shadow a little as well. His long blonde hair was down.
Deidara had just finished putting his comb and make-up back in his bag, when the door was
opened and Sasori stepped in. Deidara whirled around, almost falling over out of surprise. Scratch
the almost, he landed on the bed.
Sasori, who'd been stunned until then, chuckled and walked closer, extending his hand to help the
blond back to his feet. Deidara didn't even look at the hand, only kept staring at the redhead.