Summary: Sakura has had it with Deidara's being late, but is everything as it seems?

'I know you to well to like you any more...'

"I'm leaving." Sakura snarled. Her hands were firmly planted on her hips, leaned forward and flushed in anger. "You didn't give me the chance to explain!" The blond begged. His emphatic blue eyes pleaded with her to listen. For a second the pinkette felt guilty, but she swallowed it down.

"I don't care, you forgot, how could you? You just left me with the dinner I cooked going cold while you were out at your fucking gallery!"

"I did it for you!" He yelled. She looked at him incredulously. He was pinning this on her? What the actual fuck.

"You always pull this with me, at first I thought it was cute how much you love your art," she took a deep breath, "but now it seems to come before me, before anything, and that scares me." Her voice had faded, plagued by insecurities. "What if we started a family, what kind of life is that for a kid?" She let loose a large sigh. "I... Don't know what to feel anymore. I still care about you and love you, but obviously those feelings aren't returned... At least enough to remember what day it is, or was." She fixed him with a firm stare, a challenge to contradict her. He would pick up the gauntlet that had been thrown.

"No! They are, I promise!" His voice seemed to crackle with desperation. He did remember! The thought of losing her scared him to the core. His Adam's apple bobbed at the tension. Their relationship had always been fiery. When it was good, it was very very good, but when it was bad, it was horrid. 'That girl with the curl on her forehead.' He thought of that old rhyme. It suited his girl so well. Sakura could easily make a grown man piss himself. He'd learned that on a personal level. Not something he'd wish to experience again. No thank you, sir.

"Don't leave... I love you so much, why won't you believe me?"

"Deidara, actions speak louder than words, and this can't be ignored." Her eyes seemed pained, caught between a rock and a hard place. "What made our relationship beautiful was the spontaneousness and surprises. Not this kind though, the kind of bad surprise that your boyfriend didn't come home for his anniversary." Her disappointed frown wounded him more than a punch. It wrinkled her lovely forehead. He wanted to smooth away all the problems.

It was true, their fierce personalities had crashed beautifully, which also led to fights. The love they had for each other was a double edged sword. When they first met, it was dislike at first sight. She thought his hair was girly, and he thought she had a big forehead.

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They had met in a supermarket, both reaching for the same bottle of conditioner. His guyliner was so on point when she met his eyes, she was tempted to ask for his technique.

The challenge in his gaze was enough to side track her though. She was never one to step down. Neither was he. It had ended with an almost cat fight, with her pulling his hair, and him flicking her forehead. Hard.

The store manager had ended up kicking them both out, and no one got the conditioner. For weeks, it had been the unspoken bet as to who would get the precious conditioner first.

Deidara had grown sick of the game, showing up and asking her out instead. Blindside her was what he really did. Easy score, right?

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"But why~" his voice was drawn out, petulant and whiney. The pout on his face matched his girly, (lovely) hair.

"You jackass, you repeatedly took my conditioner!"

"It's a free country, I'll do what I want, yeah. See you, Sakura."

Wait, how did he know her name?

That night he showed up at her house, dressed to the nines, and wouldn't stop ringing her fucking doorbell.

She came out, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt

"Are you fucking serious?"

"As serious as herpes, Sakura." His face was so set, not even a twitch of his lips showed. Either he was a fabulous a actor, or he was for real.

She was immediately taken aback by his weird, borderline crazy comparisons. Her mouth was left dangling in an unladylike manner. What even? Yep, totally bonkers.

He took this opportunity to grab her wrist, tugging her along the sidewalk to his car.

"Let's go, yeah. I have a reservation at The Lumiere at seven."

The Lumiere?! Who was this man and how could he get in to a place like that only in a day? She was sure the food was made of magic and happiness, and the drinks were angels' tears. She stumbled along, he obviously wasn't gonna let her go, and he'd give her food. Food is good... She glanced down at her attire, considering if she cared how she looked. Nah. Fuck the snobs at Lumiere.

This might have been the most abso-fucking-lutely dumb thing she'd ever done. Whatever, she wasn't known to resist impulses.

Deidara actually turned out to a successful sculptor and painter, but even more impressive, he was funny. Humor was a must in any man she'd ever consider dating. Maybe... He wasn't the sissy boy she thought he was.

Many more dates were to come, with just as many arguments, but no matter what, nothing could seem to separate the couple. It was like glue, what stuck them together, but as glue tended to do, things got sticky.

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He rushed her and almost tackled her small body. For an artist, he had muscle. Muscle weighs more than fat, so she almost fell. Burying his face into her tummy, she saw something amazing, something she had never seen before.

He was crying.

For her.

Even his perfect guyliner was smudged.

She wanted to laugh at this small thing, but couldn't. All she could do was let a strangled croak escape.

She could forgive him.

"I was out late last night for you, I wanted to make something special for our anniversary for you. If you had just listened..."

She poked his forehead (as he so loved to do to her large one.) with a scowl. "Hey, hey, don't turn this on me." Chuckling, he stood up, using his momentum to throw her over his shoulder. He gave her rear a squeeze. The pinkette let loose a small squeak.

"Deidara! Don't do that you asshat." She pouted. She was rewarded with another squeeze as he moved them to his art room. This must be something special, as she usually kept clear of his area of respite and creation. He set her gently down beside him and covered her eyes with his large hands.

He shuffled her around until he had her facing the right way for his surprise. Sakura shoved his hands off her eyes, patience once again being tested. Her eyes focused ahead of her.

A large gasp was pulled from her lungs at the sight. It was a painting! She was amazed at his accuracy, and recognized the painting was a replica of a picture of her. Tears burned in her eyes and made her nose sting unpleasantly, almost like a punishment for her treatment of Deidara. God, she felt like shit now.

He wrapped his arms around her middle from behind, pulling her closer to rest his head on her slender shoulder. His beautiful golden hair spilt over and on to her collar bone. Deidara always seemed to smell so nice, it wasn't fair. His clean, spicy smell hit her, along with the scent of his shampoo.

"Do you like it?" His warm breath brushed over her ear. A large grin appeared on her face as she whirled around to face him. She stood on tippy toes to hug around his neck.

"I love it! It's so beautiful... I- I'm so sorry for the way I assumed-"

His lips caught hers, silencing her apologies. It was already forgiven.

She looked up with tears in her eyes, her mint green eyes sparkling.

"Was it worth my being late?" He queried.

"Yes, I love it so much." One lone tear streaked down her face. His smooth artist's thumb came up to cradle her cheek and wiped away her tear.

A small smile adorned both their faces as he leaned down to press a tender kiss to her large forehead. "I love you so much," he murmured.

"I love you too," She hummed.

His lips finally met hers in a sweet kiss, once twice, thrice, and then they separated, gazing into each others eyes.

"Promise me you'll stay." His clear blue eyes sparkled with hope and desire.

"I will, for as long as you want me... I'll stay." They shared another tight hug, their warmth spreading.

And they were happy... For now.

'I don't like you, but I love you, so please stay...'

Cute DeiSaku fluffy plot bunnies. Did you like it? Should I continue? Review!

-Vale-dick-torian

Update: An author whom I hold in high regards gave me helpful feedback, so decided to edit this one, which indeed was lacking. Thank you, Hazel Roses.