Here it is! The fanfiction I've been debuting for the past 4 months! Red Wine, White Rose!! I'm so proud. ENJOY THE YAOI!
Chapter One: A Sign
This was it. The rest of his life depended on this job. He sat in the chair, fondling his golden locks, the clock on the wall ticking noisily. He was nervous, anxious. The tension kept rising.
"Well , from what I see here... you used to be a terrorist?!" an overweight, balding man stammered, shocked,
"Um, yeah, well I mean--" Deidara began to sweat, 'Oh no! I'm going to lose this one too, un!' he stared at the fat man, waiting for him to continue his evaluation. Sitting wide-eyed as he muttered a few "Hmm's" and grunted out a couple of "Uh-huh's", the shook his head discerningly,
"No. I can't have your kind working here. I'm sorry Miss."
The man had his employees escort the blonde out the door, into the pouring rain wearing nothing but a red martini dress and gold strap high heels.
"Oh no! Not again, un. I need to get a job!" he looked at the grey sky and screamed into the eavens, "I NEED SOME KIND OF SIGN, UN!" followed by a drum of thunder as the rain pelted him harder. Warmth; that's what he really needed. Across the street he spied a small Bookstore. He loved books. His favorite genres were action and romance. Without a moment's hesitation, the blonde man bolted across the street, almost stumbling on his heels. 'Sanctuary, un!' he mused himself inwardly, opening the door, a burst of warm air smacked him in the face. A big sign greeted him, practically screaming "ALL NEW RELEASES!" beside it was a bulletin board adorned with a lone flier with delicate writing that read 'Maid Wanted' followed by 'Apply at Akasuna's Office.' Akasuna was Deidara's most favored author! the excitement overwhelmed him,
"I'd give anything to work for him, un!" carefully examining the bright green tabs cut into the bottom, all of them were still intact. "Oh boy, un! I have a chance still!" the blonde briefly rejoiced, then violently yanked a tab from the flier and despite his lack of warm clothes, dashed out into the drizzly, yet sunny air outside. Deidara raced himself down the street-overhead, a rainbow shone against the dark clouds. He ran all the way home -A run down, dull, depressing apartment. But that didn't matter to him, he was about ti meet his favorite author! 'A maid, huh? I think I've got something for that, un.' He rummaged through his closet until he found what he was looking for. Holding it up, he smiled, "Perfect, un."
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The man known as Akasuna sat as his desk in his office, working on the end of his latest book. It was getting late and he was just about to begin packing up for the night when his supervisor came in,
"Oh joy..send them in, Kakuzu." the redhead drawled sarcastically. His eyes grew wide and he sat straight up when his editor walk through the doorway "Uh, Konan! I-is there something wrong?" She towered over him ,
"I. Want. A. Raise." Somewhere in the building, Kakuzu's wallet began to whine and his amttress hid under the bed.
"A raise? Why?" Sasori looked up, scared,
"This." She raised her arm, a rather large Sturgeon was clamped on up to her elbow, "The sushi bar is alive..." She glanced down at the fish, "...again."
'I really need to talk with Kisame about that...' the redhead pulled out his black leather checkbook and stared warily at her, "How much?" he groaned,
"Four-Thousand monthly." Konan stated with confidence,
"Okay four.......WHAT?!?!?!"
"You heard me. Four. Thousand." The blue haired woman sneered.
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One Hour Later
It had just begun to get dark when Sasori left the parking lot in his red Toyota Prius. The rain had restarted its downpour. The storm had struck the small town like a locomotive. With his nimble fingers he gripped the steering wheel as if it was a vicious serpent trying to attack. (Not forgetting the fact that his steering wheel cover was snakeskin.) He drove against the storm in the dark up the private mountain path to his three story mansion. Surrounded by scenery-Sasori's yard was a landscape painter's dream. One side had a view of the distant ocean, the opposite looked out over the valley along with more mountains, as well as a single, great lake. But in the dark it was a lonely and eerie drive to the top.
He pulled into his driveway and walked up to the porch with it's cherry wood french doors and gilded doorknobs. Being an author helped Sasori pay for his castle-like abode. The storm got even worse after he had changed into his red lounging robe and asgot and settled down with a bottle of box wine and Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven. He shrank in his chair as he listened to hushed footsteps coming up the dark hallway toward his candle lit sanctum,
"H-hello...? Is anyone there?" Sasori trained his tired brown eyes on the dark doorway until something rough brushed up against his legs, which were propped up on his leather ottoman; he glanced up with wide eyes and uttered an ear-splitting scream at the tall, slender silhouette standing before him while the lightning struck- Filling the room with white light.
"Can I get you anything else, Sasori-Sama?" Tobi grinned. Tobi had always had a thing for his boss, a fetish, if you will... Sasori looked down at the splotches of blood red wine on his carpet,
"Run me a bath, and clean this mess up." He stood and strode off to his room to get undressed. He could hear faint thumping at the front door, paying no mind "This old house needs some work... the deadbolt must be loose again." as the lightning struck again.
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The wind blew violently and the rain came down harder all around him as Deidara stood at the oversized doors in the dark. The air was cold as ice and it seemed like he'd been waiting for centuries on Akasuna's porch.
"I hope I'm not too late, un..." He yawned and began to drift off into a deep sleep as a warm light swallowed him.
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"I hope we get that maid soon. I'm going crazy here alone with Tobi. Always trying to seduce me." Sasori groaned into the steamy air, shifting a bit in the water as the sound of thundering feet raced up the hall, "Oh shi--"
"Sasori-Sama!" Tobi exploded into the room, eyes wide, "I think you should see this!" he clamored
Shocked by the sheer urgency in the raven man's voice, the red head hastily returned,
"What is it?!" He lept forth from the tub and with a swift move of the hand, caught hold of the towel and wrapped it around himself "What happened?!" the shorter man hollered as Tobi sped down the hall, dragging him along
"Look!" bellowed the raven man, he gestured to a sleeping girl on their front step, dressed as a frrench maid uniform, soaking wet and shivering.
"Tobi, go prepare a room!" Sasori commanded with the intensity of an army general,
"Yes !" the tall man obeyed, and shot off up a flight of stairs into the darkness once more. The freezing air slapped the red head's bare, wet skin as he darted outside to retrive the thin, young blonde from the storm. With his muscular arms, he carefully lifted the girl and brought her into the house and up the stairs. He came into the room looking lovingly at her face.
'Almost like an angel...' he thought to himself. Tobi stood besise the open door and called into his boss' mind,
"Sasori-Sama, the bed is ready." the raven haired man stood still, 'Hmm... she's going to become a problem...'
A while later, the girl had bee tucked away among many warm blankets and hot water bottles,
"She looks better..." Sasori whispered, now fully dressed and scanning the blonde's pale face,
"She'll wake up in a little while Sasori-Sama, let her rest." Tobi walked over from his spot by the window, placing a gentle hand on the red head's shoulder as he glanced at the little gold clock on the bedstand-
"Yes..." He in turn stood from the bed, the sun's first rays shining through the room- then strode out of the room and down the stairs back to his study.
Tobi followed slowly, reaching out for teh lightswitch by the door,
"Sleep well..." He mumbled jadedly.
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Deidara slowly opened his eyes in the bright light and stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Gold embraced the walls of the victorian style room, dazzling and alarming the blonde man.
"Oh no! I fell asleep and now I'm at some posh hotel I can't pay for, un!" He shrieked, flailing his arms like a defanged fool as a grapefruit dropped from his man bra. He double-took a few times around the room and quickly replaced the citrus fruit firmly back into his lacey bra. He looked up, hearing footsteps approaching and faint whispers of conversation between what sounded like two men. Deidara froze and watched the doorway wide-eyed as a red heired man sidestepped into view, his back facing the room, nodding and gesturing in the direction he had just come from, mumbling at someone nearby. The blonde man watched as the red head turned. Catching just after a moment's glimpse of the man's face, Deidara knew it was Akasuna; his most favorite author in the world.
For only a moment, the blonde sat there, mouth gaping, eyes wide. The surprise was then overcome by excitement as realization brought him to stand up off the bedside and bow,
"H-hello , un." He squeaked nervously and stood with a twitchy fangirl smile creasing his delicate lips,
"Good morning; you're really lucky we found you last night young lady, or you would've frozen solid!"
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Sasori smiled warmly at the girl before him, then calmly walked forward to better greet his guest in the black lace. With an outstretched hand, he awaited a dainty handshake from the lovely blonde, but she shyed away, hiding her hands bahind her back,
"What's wrong?" The red head gently questioned 'What a strange, innocent girl...' the girl looked down as her stomach began to growl, and Sasori managed to chortle out the words in his fit of good-hearted laughter, "Come downstairs, its time for breakfast; We're having fried rice and dumplings."
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