The new apartment was huge. It had a big lounge, a master bedroom, a study, a massive kitchen with loads of cabinets, and then there was the considerably smaller bedroom with a small and dingy room attached to it. His parents took the master bedroom and began to unpack their stuff, and he ran off to unpack his. His blonde hair swayed over his eyes, and he eventually had to drop all his stuff in the middle of the hallway to tie it back. He sighed, picked up his stuff, and threw it onto his laminate wooden floor. He began to shove things into the corners and onto the walls, and he set up a large, paint-spattered desk onto one side. He pulled the bed into the small and dingy side-room, and flopped down on it. His jeans were long and covered his black sandals, and his red shirt was overly baggy and hung to his knees. It was spattered with all kinds of paint, from watercolour stains to thick oil paints. He stuck his hands behind his head, smiling to himself. His hair hung over his left eye, and was tied up high on the back of his head with a blue scrunchie – one of his mother's.

"Mmm… watch out Konoha, here comes Deidara…" He murmured to himself as he closed his eyes. Tomorrow was when he started secondary school - he'd been homes schooled until now. Watch out, Konoha Secondary. Here comes Deidara.