This is my first attempt at SasoDei fan fiction, so don't be too hard. Anyway enjoy. Disclaimers apply.

To Hell and Back

(High School Sucks)

Seems the only one who doesn't see your beauty, is the face in the mirror looking back at you. A pale hand reached forward in utile attempt to shut of the song before the lyrics got any farther, only to be slapped away by a tanner hand. "Ow!" whined the blond owner of the hand, in what can only be described as mock pain. The blond women in the driver seat laughed at her son's childish antics. "Don't touch!" she chuckled, trying to quiet her giggling some. "Why?" the blond whined again, pressing his cheek to the cool glass.

"Because, Deidara I like this song, and so do you! Remember, you begged me to give you money for the CD just last month." The boy, Deidara, huffed crossing his arms and sinking lower in his seat. You walk around here thinking you're not pretty, but that's not true. 'cause I know you. He sat upright again, gripping the edges of his seat. "Yeah, well times change." he all but shouted, trying to drown out the song. He was in no mood to listen to the happy voice of one of his favorite singers.

"Deidara," his mother scolded lightly "indoor voice." Indoor voice, indoor voice? How could he use his indoor voice when she was taking away everything he had! How could she expect him to be okay with moving! All of his friends lived in Iwa and now he had to leave them all behind and move to Konoha! Konoha! Hold on baby your losing it. The water's high, you're jumping into it. Letting go and now one knows. That you cry but you don't tell any one. That you might not be the golden one, and you're tied together with a smile but you're coming undone. The blonde woman noticed her brooding son, and snuck a glance out of the corner of her eye. Yep, definitely brooding.

"Deidara sweetie, are you okay?" She asked her voice thick with worry. Deidara was usually so happy and carefree. He hardly ever brooded like this. She knew this move would be hard on him, particularly because it was so far away. She knew that he would lose all his friends. That he'd have to start at a completely new school where he knew absolutely no one, but she also knew he'd eventually adjust to the school. He'd make new friends. What with his bubbly, outgoing personality he could have the whole school wrapped around his little finger within a week. If he'd only try. As much as it scared her when he got like this, she knew, that not even he could sulk forever.

She abruptly turned the wheel causing the old car to jerk and shudder as it wound its way up the hill. The car pulled into the massive driveway that could hold around six, maybe seven cars. 'It looks so lonely with just our one car.' Deidara noted. "Well Dei, what do you think about our new house?" His mom asked, her voice way to perky for such a grim occasion. Deidara reluctantly dragged his eyes up to their new 'home'. He looked it over once. An unpleasant shudder made its way down his spine. 'How was anyone supposed to live here? It hardly looks fit for human habitation. It's just so…so decrepit. The wood was rotted and covered in moss. The ceiling looks like it's about fall in and several windows were either broken or just plain missing. Deidara internally grimaced as he gave the house another once over, though on the outside he put on the brightest smile he could muster.

"It's great mom, I love it." he lied through his teeth, hoping his mother wouldn't notice. Despite how he acted in the car he really didn't want to make her feel bad. After all he knew it wasn't her fault. It was the damn press that had ruined his life. His mom gave him a suspicious look, but didn't say anything. For that, he was grateful. "She's a bit of a fixer upper, but I think we can manage, right Hun?"

He cringed before forcing another smile. "Right mom." Manual labor was not one his favorite things to do, actually very far from it. He had never liked 'building' or 'fixing' things. Be it with his mom or dad, he still didn't like it. "Well, let's start unpacking then. We'll do your room first. You do have school tomorrow after all." He groaned, trudging up the stairs after his mother and into what was sure to be his doom.

Well if you've made it this far, I just have to say, Thanks for reading.

Constructive criticism is also very much appreciated, I like getting better.