The dictionary definition of coffee - a drink made from the roasted and ground beanlike seeds of a tropical shrub, served hot or iced.
Sasori Akasuna's definition of coffee - The nectar of the heavens and the one true love.
Having a demanding, straining job and being a being an overall grouchy man, the guy lived off coffee. His associates often would joke that it runs through his veins since he drinks so much. Not to mention that he should be careful not to drink himself sick. However it's made of water so that makes it healthy, right? Even if it wasn't good for the body or mind, in large consumptions, he still had to have a coffee buzz at all times or he just couldn't survive. He'd drink it cold if he had to.
Sasori however wasn't the guy who had to buy a four to five to six dollar drink a day. No, he had a system. Wake up early, brew it just to his liking and have three large thermos filled to last him the day. It was a good system because he never ran out. It would either be just enough of the bitter drink to last him the day, or even a little too much that there would be extra.
The systems was almost flawless. The only flaws were if he left them at home or if one spilled out of the tightly closed encasing. Though that was unlikely. Unfortunately for him, today was not a flawless day.
No he didn't spill it, he's far too careful to do that. Today after sleeping in he left all three thermos filled with coffee at home, not even having a chance to have a cup this morning. Oh my goodness was he ever bitter about his blunder. For now, he would have to buy an expensive coffee and/or drink from the pot in the staff room. Yuck.
Pulling up to a nice looking coffee shop, after dealing with a dreadful morning, he was more than ready to burn his lips on a the largest sized dark roast they had. The smell of the shop just one step in made his heart race. Or perhaps it was just coffee withdrawal. Was this what it's like to have a drug addiction? Whatever it was, he was on the fritz and salivating from just the heavenly scent. God knows how badly he needed this, even though it was probably going to be far to expensive and not as delicious as the stuff he brewed at home.
"Hello! Welcome to Akatsuki Coffee House, what can I get you, un?" Asked a peppy blond boy behind the cash register. His bright eyes shone too bright for Sasori's liking. It looked like some brat got their coffee this morning and that ticked him right off.
"Your largest sized dark roast."
"Alrighty! That will be seven fifty!" The barista pipped grabbing a large white paper cup. "What's your name?" He then asked holding a black pen, ready to write it on the said cup.
Unaccustomed to this, Sasori narrowed his eyes. Why in the world did he have to give this brat his name? There wasn't anyone behind and and the person who had once been in front of him was just receiving theirs! What was he going to do next, ask for his phone number? His email address so that the place could spam his inbox with their deals that were actually more like five cents off if you spend ten dollars. What if the blond was asking him his name because he was actually hitting on him? The kid did look pretty gay with all that long hair.
Not wanting to give this pervert his name he looked down at the name tag in front of him. "Deidara."
"Deidara?" The other male asked him looking thoughly confused.
"Yes, my name is Deidara." Sasori confirmed.
The barista looked down at his customers outfit briefly before giving him a wide smile. "Oh my gosh, no way! My name is Deidara!"
Sasori focused his eyes on the cup still in the blonds hands, certainly not being full or even in the process of being filled with coffee. "Really, you don't say." He groaned rolling his eyes.
Tilting his head to the side the young man continued to blab. "I have actually never met anyone else before with my name, this is so exciting, un!"
"Yeah same here, can you get on that coffee? I kind of need it now before I die."
Gasping Deidara looked at the cup in his hand. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, I can be a bit ditzy at times. How about you? Are you the same?" He apologized turning back to fill the cup.
"No, never." Sasori growled.
"Oh come on! Everyone has their moments, un." He smiled some more over his shoulder while getting the machine that would produce the drink ready.
"No, never."
"Wow, un. Same name but total opposites - uh oh."
"What, 'Uh oh'?" Sasori hissed slamming on o his hands down on the counter in frustration.
Deidara turned around slowly, scratched his eyebrow and gave the redhead an apologetic smile. "We're out of dark roast at the moment, my bad, un. If you don't mind, could you wait five minutes for it?"
"Damnit! You have got to be kidding me." Sasori muttered into his chest. At the moment he didn't know what was more painful, no coffee having to talk to this moron. It almost seemed like the guy was trying to irritate him. "Yeah, I guess I can wait."
"Super duper!" The barista cheered before leaning over the counter to be closer to his customer. "Deidara is a pretty unique name, were you ever picked on in school for it?"
"No."
"Wow, so lucky! I got picked on for it." Deidara marveled briefly resting his cheeks on his hands. "I guess having a unique name isn't so bad when you're an artist though, kind of paves the way for ya."
"You're an artist?" Sasori asked a little shocked. Maybe the blond wasn't gay and was just an enthusiastic artist...
"Yeah I'm an artist, but going back the the being picked in thing, it might have started because I'm gay, un."
Or he was a little bit of both...
"But you're an artist?" Sasori asked again hoping to change the topic to art. If he was stuck here and had to talk to the brat, it might as well be about something he liked. If there was two things he liked, it was coffee and art. Talking about relationships and dick just didn't seem to sound very thrilling.
"Uh yeah? I think I've said that like, twice now."
Sasori frowned at the sassy attitude. Although REALLY, when had he not stopped frowning since entering the place. "Well then why don't you elaborate on it, brat?"
"Hmph!" Deidara grunted crossing his arms. "Never thought the first person I'd meet with the same name as me would be such a jerk, un. But if you must know I work with ceramics and porcelains and am currently studying at the university near by. Why do you ask?"
A beeping sound went off and Deidara looked behind him once more to see that the dark roast was done brewing. "One moment, one coffee coming right up, un!"
Sighing happily at the baristas words, Sasori carried on talking to him. "I ask because I am an artist as well. If it weren't for that coffee," he motioned to the machine. "I wouldn't have time to do it."
"I totally get what you mean!" Deidara shouted excitedly as he turned around the get the other's coffee. "With such busy schedules, it's hard to do the things we really love with the limited time we have awake, un. Art is just so special, I know for sure it and coffee are the only thing keeping me sane!"
Now this was a conversation worth having. It felt good to have someone who he could relate to. Is this what it felt like when he had told the boy that he had the same name as him? Was this the reason he got so excited? So much happiness just for having another human who felt what he felt?
Deidara continued to smile as he handed Sasori his little cup of heaven. Surprising enough to the redhead, this stuff was pretty damn good. Even though it had started off as a pretty shitty experience, getting this expensive coffee turned out to a rather good one. One he would offer not to have a again, but one that would be pretty okay to look back on. "Hey Deidara, keep up the good work."
"Huh?"
"This is surprisingly delicious and besides, we Deidaras have to stick together."
"Aw that means sweet and a lot, but sir..." Deidara started, dropping his peppy-cute act; sounding a lot more like a grown man and not a child; letting a dark smirk creep onto his face.
The sudden change in attitude caught Sasori off guard. "Yeah?" He asked confused, like he had done something wrong.
"Next time you try to be cute by using the same name that is on the other persons name tag, try taking off your own, Mr. Sasori."
a post on tumblr inspired me to do this.
i did this at 3 am instead of sleeping bleghh. bye losers