This fic is dedicated to Flattered By Mockery - Jasmine. For being a fan of uke-Sasori. I just did this now and whilst browsing through my stories I was like, "Why not write for Sasori and Deidara?" so yeah. After a few minutes or so I come up with this. Quite...I don't know the word. Oh well. :D
Disclaimer : Hahahahaha. NO.
In a Tailcoat and all that Jazz
Deidara sits in a high back chair; his long blond hair falls lightly on his back. Half of his face is covered with that thick mass of hair. His hair is down today, not like always. He merely sits there and does not stir for quite some time.
He fondles with the button on his cloak and then starts twirling a stray lock of hair in his finger. Sometimes, when boredom gets to him, Deidara either blows things up via fireworks; sculpt something, sleeps or imagines. Today, he is graced with the nap-fairy. Though he slowly jerks out of his nap. He's waiting for a particular someone and he swears to himself he won't close his eyes until he lays them first on him.
Deidara is just flamboyant, he really is, but he stares completely in a daze, in a dreamy-like way out his window. His eye flutters and he can hardly keep a straight face. He doesn't want to sleep so instead, he does another lazy thing: he imagines.
He finds himself in a luxurious place, still sitting in his high-back chair that is now a throne. He is not fondling his buttons but plays with the lace of his collar. He looks like a count, right there. A movement and footsteps could be heard and the door in front of him opens with the softest of clicks.
Light red hair sticks out underneath what seems to be a frilly little lace headband and after a second, the being steps inside the room. Androgynous it was but it was passing off as a girl in the eyes of Deidara. Deidara, on the other hand stops with his lace-twirling and looks at the new being.
The redhead makes to take a few steps and stops just in the middle of the room and bows down, curtsying. Deidara's visible eye widens a fraction and he straightens up. He rubs at it as if he were just dreaming and when he takes his hand out, he finds Sasori standing in front of him. No longer in a maid's dress and wearing a headband. Though this time, the redhead dons a beautiful tailcoat with a red undershirt. His brown eyes scan Deidara and he tilts his head.
Sasori brings his hand to his chest and makes a bowing gesture and then looks up to meet Deidara's gaze. Deidara's face flushes red and he shakes his head as the redhead smirks. A second later he wakes up and finds himself back in his own room, staring out the window.
"A dream, yeah," Deidara mutters to himself, silly. He didn't mean to loll off but it was tirelessly boring. Movement again outside stirs him like he stirred in his dream and he finds a redhead ascending the front steps.
Deidara does a retake and his visible eye widens once more. Unlike his dream, Sasori doesn't wear a dress but wears...what was that? A tailcoat?
He slumps back into his chair and shakes his head, thinking; Maybe he should take catnaps more often.
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I truly hope this isn't horrible. Oh well.
This is for you, Jazz (hint, hint. Title. XD) lulz. Maid Sasori-chan? I was picturing it in my head the whole time. Lol.