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Deidara 3
At the age of 15, Deidara left his poor trailer trash town with a smirk, a pocket full of money stolen from his mother without regrets and a compensating ego to cover for any insecurity. He hitch hiked himself to Las Vegas, relying on kindness of strangers and making up bullshit to get his way through. His ego didn’t let him exit each truck, car, whatever without paying the driver behind. He wasn’t asking for charity, after all. Being a small town boy, Las Vegas became one of the most exhilarating sights he has ever seen. Lights were everywhere and every time he blinked, negatives flashed behind his eyelids. But his next lesson came with a sting that took all of it away.

Lesson 4 – don’t be an idiot, trust only yourself, what you see and what you feel underneath your fingertips.

The gullible 15 year old went to Las Vegas because of what he heard from stories and rumours that this gambling thing is going to help him get money. When he entered the city, his ego shattered and a harsh cold reality wrapped him up and used him as a punching bag. After god knows how many miles, he finds that not only can he not gamble because he was underage, but he can’t even get any source of money because again, he was underage. He won’t beg though, no way. The boy gritted his teeth and stomped around town until exhaustion bore down on him and hunger crawls up to him to waste his remaining money. He didn’t cry, he wasn’t crying, he didn’t miss his stupid mom and he certainly didn’t give a damn about his hunger. Finally at 15 years old, Deidara learns the most important lesson of his life.

Lesson 5 - beggers can’t be choosers: so when a man in his early 20s drunkenly mistakes him for a prostitute at 4AM, Deidara grabs the college kid and takes him to the nearest dark alley.

He comes out of the ordeal not feeling anything but the crispy gritty green pieces of paper against his fingertips. And his mouth stretches in to a toothy grin that no one would want to see at 4AM in a dark alley, even if it’s from a girly looking kid. Only thing about doing ‘business’ in Las Vegas is property; he was an invader, a still benign tumour but nonetheless troublesome. A knife to his neck was enough to tell Deidara that the bitches that own this area were not to be messed with. Despite his big talk and swearing to kill them, Deidara left town with the money from his first blowjob. It’s not much, but it’ll be enough to get him the hell out of here.

For the next two years, Deidara worked a meaningless life at a diner just on the out skirts of Nervada. It was cheap, dirty, hard work, just as fate had promised. The only reason why he got hired was because the owner’s a pedophile with a penchant for blond boys, which fit Deidara’s purpose really well. To add a cherry on the top, his boss was needy, stupid, and relatively rich. And his woman is even more stupid to believe that her husband had adopted him out of good will.

Lesson 6 – survival: he’d suck, fuck and let the man touch him in all ways. And in return, he controlled him.

It was a fantastic feeling, to be in control, to dominate the man’s life which would then pass the dominant control on to his wife. For once, he was happy, in a weird and very dysfunctional way but happy nonetheless. He got to grow and appreciate in the one thing he finally got a chance to do: art. The boy grew up yearning for something that separates him from his heritage and when he found it one day in class field trip to the art museum, it was like the halogen light and warmth engulfed him, heavenly sirens from the PAs whispered in seductive voices of a beautiful philosophy behind each and every art form. His adopted parents let him indulge in his new found interest. He was allowed to skip work, school and what have you, just so he could improve in his art. Of course, nightly bonding with his adoptive father was not something he could skip out on even if he wanted to. But Deidara knew that sucking his cock well, acting just the right way is going to get him a new art easel or a new set of model paints. He knew, playing his game well meant getting what he wants.