Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Naruto. (Damn)

A/N: I know I should be working on 'Tagged' and 'Of Roses and Smoke' but this idea popped into my head whilst revising (Great revision, I know!) so it simply had to be written down. I guess at least now I have an on-going story and a collection of one shots for both of my favourite pairings! (DeiSaso – Naruto and MattMello – Death Note)

Yeah this is AU again, so sue me (No, please don't actually)! It will be a collection of one shots about school life with Deidara and Sasori from their first day to graduation! And of course some of the other members of the cast will appear too. I know it's not original, but I don't care. Beside every writer needs to write something cliché and overdone at some point, yeah? So enjoy and, if you want to, please leave a review to tell me what you think!

Ps: I'm English, so the school years will be done in English terms and ages. I'll try to also write the American grades when I get the chance/understands them!

"I don't wanna go to school!" A small blonde child tugged on their mother's skirt, seemingly trying to climb up her.

It wasn't possible to discern whether the child was a boy or girl at a glance to the face, due to their long blonde hair and bright, blue eyes. However the denim shorts, light blue t-shirt and trainers that looked like they could desperately do with a wash told you that he was a boy.

It was in fact, a little boy by the name of Deidara, and today was his first day of school.

Deidara, however, did not want to go to school. He hadn't gone to school for the past four years and he didn't see why he should have to start now.

"Now, now Dei. I have to go to work. You'll have lots of fun and you can tell me all about it when I pick you up later!" Deidara's mother tried to pry the temperamental blonde off her leg but failed miserably.

"But I won't know anyone, un!" he protested, holding even tighter. There were tears in his eyes at the prospect of spending the day alone.

"Neither will anybody else," his mother told him softly, "But you will by the end off the day! You'll make lots of new friends, I'm sure!" She finally succeeded in tearing Deidaras arms off of her and carried him, but instead he threw himself to the ground and decided to turn on the waterworks.

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"Gramma, why do I have to go to school?" A baby-faced boy with short red hair whined as he looked up to his Grandma. He tugged at the scarf and red jumper she had bundled him up in that morning, despite his protests.

"Because it will be fun, Sasori!" She told him in that sugary-sweet voice adults use when they explain things to little children.

He held his her hand in a vice-like grip and lagged behind as they walked briskly up the path.

As they reached the building, a terrible noise reached Sasori's young ears. It was the type of thing that would make grown men cry and armies retreat.

It was the sound of a certain blonde haired artist-in-the-making having a temper-tantrum.

"NO!" He screamed, "I WON'T GO!" He sat on the floor and kicked their heels into the dirt.

Although Sasori was only four, he knew that this sort of behaviour was wrong. He could also see that the young boy was upset and, being only four, attempted to sort out the problem the only way he knew how.

By offering the hand of friendship.

Sasori approached the blonde and crouched down so that he was eye level with him. The red-head noticed that as soon as he'd got close to him the tantrum had stopped.

"You're noisy." Sasori stated calmly.

"And you're mean, un." The blonde replied, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He looked down at the ground and started tracing circles into the dust with a finger.

"My name's Sasori"

The finger stopped moving and blue eyes darted upwards to the red-heads face.

"I'm Deidara, un." He replied after a slight pause.

Sasori stood up abruptly and started to walk towards the open door where both his Grandma and a tall blonde lady were stood watching them.

When he realised that Deidara wasn't following him he turn around to see that he was still sat on the floor. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Hurry up slowcoach!" Sasori shouted.

Deidara's face lit up and he quickly scrabbled to get up off the ground. He ran towards Sasori with a toothy grin on his face but then stopped in front of him.

"So, are we friends?" Deidara asked, looking concerned as to what the answer might be.

"Yes." Sasori answered without missing a beat.