Just a naughty scene about Sasori x Deidara (and a simple thought: Why don't I add Gaara? He's hawt, right?). Enjoy!
CHAPTER 1
Perfect day. Nice and warm Monday morning, even the birds were chirping energetically for welcoming the day.
At the far end, below the heavenly ambience, along the street; among the well-ordered elite housing, in one of the white mansions built, the young boy Sasori squirmed as he felt the sun beam was teasing throughout his smooth skin which was hidden under his red blanket
"Awwnnn," He yawned reluctantly like there was something burdening his droopy eyes. He tried to regain his entire soul to completely emerging his body and feeling how the fresh air snatched entering his nostrils. Yet, he still felt listless knowing that today is his first day school, probably, unwanted day.
He has been doing private school for 5 years, so it wouldn't be that easy to be accustomed with general class, realizing how tough his life would be. It'd be absolutely difficult to face new kind of learning methods, new fussy friends, ferocious teacher, or delinquent guys. Somehow, he felt overanxious for these who have casually lived in such individual life.
"Feel so putter in your first day school? How so uncool from you, Master," Such a calm voice was sounded from the door side, a pony-tailed boy was standing aside the wall, he wore a weird black yukata with red cloud drawn on it; watching how the young red haired boy moved slowly awakening from his slumber.
"You don't have rights to say that, Deidara," A peevish reply came out when the red boy rolled for another position before finally moved his slender legs from the bed and peddling on a carpet floor, stood straightly toward his assistant and began to pace hesitantly close to him.
"That's sharp," Deidara tempted to touch the young boy's head to tease him before he was already shoved, "I thought you hate making people wait for you," He chuckled when he saw the young boy was about heading to the bathroom aside him.
"Did I?" Without tried to face the speaker he started to loosen his rumpled pajamas, "I didn't ask you to wait. Finally I woke up at six am before you came. Your only idle talk just wasted my time," He stepped into his bathroom which only separated by the crystal glass let his assistant could merely saw his reflection.
He was about to start spinning the water spigot, when realized that his assistant still stuck out for no reasons, "Could you just move out and prepare for things you should do?"
No need an answer, he had just ended the conversation loftily yet began taking the shower.
OooooO
"Your uniform, please," Deidara handed a new set uniform to his master after minutes he finished the bath.
"Thank's," He stepped toward the mirror, observed his detail look while lining another grey coat after his white shirt, spruced up the ruck on his garment, lacing the black tie encircled his white neck, not letting any thread left on it and made sure he wore his clean and glossy shoes, "Perfect," He chuffed slyly.
Deidara watched at his master silently. He knew well how his master really considers high performance as one point of perfection; not to mention, accurate in detail really is a part of his knack; that's what he called truly art.
"I assume that you're paid to do such useful things rather than throwing your eyes on me," He glowered at Deidara through the mirror, felt so annoyed noticing that his assistant always fulsomely observed him.
"Well, I suppose that--,"
"Where's my lunch?" Intentionally cut the ponytail-haired words, he turned back his staring at his startled-assistant.
"Oh, I'll get it," He scooted leaving Sasori who sighed conceited.
So, finally this day has come, Sasori remained a slight smile before walked out leaving his room. Wondering would it be such a nice day for me.
OooooO
"Morning everyone, we have a new student attends for our class today, Sasori-kun" A tall black haired man stood beside Sasori, introduced him majestically," Please be nice, since he's been moved here for a while and still haven't known for so much things," he explained explicitly. He smiled toward Sasori, brought him kind of pleasant welcome.
One point for warm welcoming, I suppose.
"Waaahh," The student was staging whisper; discussing about a new look in their class which making Sasori felt so uneasy and began to act garishly.
"Okay, you can take your seat there, in front of Gaara-kun," The teacher pointed his finger into a penultimate chair which placed right in front of a stony-faced boy with red hair. For glimpse; he could see a black mark on his forehead but couldn't see it clearly unless he gets closer to him. There was another empty chair in front of his which made him wonder why the teacher didn't choose that one for him.
"Nice to meet you, guys," Sasori replied the boisterous welcome from the pupils and headed up toward the seat that the teacher mentioned earlier, for a moment he could see the red haired boy just had a look on him curiously as he was pissed by this newcomer.
"Hey," Sasori accosted but the other boy sudden turned his head off and gazed toward the school's garden through the window beside him.
What the heck! Sasori sulked as he received such bad manner in his first day school, throwing his sight out from that guy.
Just a moment after he took his seat and began to prepare his book, another boy with a squiggle along his face suddenly came up entering the class, he slammed the door recklessly, "I made it!" he screamed pantingly made the entire class suddenly cheered up for his appearance. He looked so kinky with his complacence smile toward the whole class.
Who's this bare faced guy, Sasori asked himself, not paying much interest for such fooleries. For a moment, he glanced over through his backward and happily found that even Gaara acted as coldly as he did, afterall he still calmly stared through the window. What a relieve.
What? How could I say that?
"You're late! Kankurou," The teacher's voice sudden corrupted Sasori's daydream and swiftly paid his sight toward that newly occurrence.
"Whacch ? But its still 5 minutes leftc!" the young boy appealed against the teacher.
"Please take your seat and be calm as I'm gonna write down your name in my report," He lifted up his eyebrows as a simple straight warn.
"But, Iruka-sen--," The boy tried to give his reasons.
"And the boy sits behind you is Sasori-kun, please be nice to him," He added without any excuse.
"Whaaca!" He walked helplessly, grumbling around and soon frowned toward Sasori when he got there, "Humph. Yo, I'm Kankurou, nice to meet cya," Tried to start a proper greeting with arms akimbo and sudden pulled out his chair roughly. He still felt irk for what he just had.
The young boy just expressionless smiled, "Sasori," He murmured crinkly.
What a piquing act from a tasteless school. He thought as aware of the remaining chair that he'd been so curious for.
OooooO
Break time would always be a better chance for bracing up every soul, including for a young Sasori. He couldn't help for having a bad quarter experience during his first day.
He sat alone on one of benches in side of school garden; his coat looked sprawled on the back rest. Slowly he began to untie the napkin which was covering his lunchbox and started to open it. Somehow, it's good for having Deidara's home cooking since he still hasn't gotten used to have one from the cafeteria (or let say that he actually couldn't cook).
"Hey, Sasori-kun! Wanna eat meals together?" Faintly sounds came followed by several boys who were heading toward where he sat.
"Uh, I'm--." He was about to reply before the boys has just already take their seat around him, "Okay," he answered confusedly.
"What do you bring, Sasori-kun?" Someone among the boys asked him, a blonde haired guy tried to peep up what's inside Sasori's lunchbox, "Woww! That looks delicious!"
"Hey, lemme see!" Another boy appeared from his back with a white dog on his right shoulder, wondering was it allowed? "Waaawww, yeahh!" Somehow Sasori started to scare that the other would started to slobber toward him.
"Oh, it's just a common meal, I had my assistant made it for me," Sasori replied churlishly; tried to hide his dejected face. Having someone who always pried and pried was annoying!
And please don't blame me why I'd prefer to have private school, damn that granny and Deidara to choose me attending this school.
"What a noise," Another soft voice has just passed through him and directly Sasori saw how Gaara's face looked so annoyed and walked straightly into the garden.
"Hey--," Sasori was about to hold back, "Sorry," He screamed hoping that he would receive a good response at this once, but Gaara seemed not even care as he kept walking and faded among the gorses.
"Never mind. That Gaara, he's so mysterious that we even would never know things bout him," The blonde boy spoke perfunctorily, "Just take it easy," He started to eat his own meals greedily which easily made Sasori felt uncomfortable so he turned his head from watching the blonde.
Somehow, Sasori is not a kind of person who could take things easily when someone despises him and let it off without take any proper action. He hates it. So, he put his meals on the bench and whisked into the garden tried to find Gaara to set things right. He could hear his new friends called up him, but this is even serious!
For I'm a master!
Not so long, Sasori succeeded chiseling among the bushes which surrounding the garden plaza, he could see from afar; few sight; that Gaara sat there restfully aside the pond; did not do anything, maybe he sleeps? Sasori began to guess. Unconsciousness, he began to stalk what Gaara's doing.
The scene started how he watched the boy named Kankurou firstly jumped out to catch Gaara and surprisingly jumped toward him; and continued for he could see how the red-haired boy got shocked and seemed yelling toward the other laughing man.
As far, all the motion came for Sasori's pleasure before he finally saw there was a blonde girl came joining those two guys and directly headed toward Gaara while bringing him something: Lunch box? He supposed. What! How dare the girl just bring him a meals!
Hah? Sudden Sasori felt so nerve about his feelings. Why I pried for this?
He leaned his head more forward to see Gaara and sneaked to see how the girl began to sit beside Gaara and watched him ate his lunch so attractively.
No way!
Hey! It's just weird, what's this feeling? Sasori started to step behind, didn't want to see more of those itchy scenes.
It can't be, he shook his head angrily, sultry, Oh stop all these sick feelings! They all made me burnt! Moreover, I don't know what the heck with me!
"Ahkkk," Sasori yelled insensibly when his feet just slipped into mossy rock and straightly pratfall on the ground, he yelled painfully as touching his butt, didn't aware when someone stepped coming near him.
"You," Came to near him, a boy was standing straightly in front of him, gaping at Sasori who gasped surprisingly, bugged eyed as he couldn't believe what's happening. It felt like he wanted to run to the edge of this flat world (if he might think that the world is too plain to be cruised)
"Ga-Gaara-kun," Sasori spoke falteringly; forgetting his pain. This is too sudden! He'll despise me more! No way! He could sense how his body reacted so ponderous and stiff; he started to think what he would say for real to explain all of this shamefully incident. He hardly tried to stand up as shooting pain flew throughout his joint.
"What are you doing, Toddie?" Gaara smirked humiliating, felt so dispassionate for what he'd seen, otherwise he seemed to enjoy mortifying a blushing boy in front of him.
No more! Sasori couldn't hold it, he already reached his limit to receive all those bad manners and was straightaway clenching toward Gaara's face.
"Say YOU-- WHAT!" The red haired lost his control and moved toward the other who has already made him even more pissed.
"Eh," Sasori freezed with delated eyes when noticed that Gaara enabled to hold up his fist. Unexpectedly, Gaara was holding up his hand forcefully made him could move nowhere, Gaara pulled Sasori's hand and made his body pushed to get close to him, brought him to his chest. It was too quick to be felt, but the remaining was he could sense Gaara steady scent. It was as dashing as he automatically wanted to taste it more by closing his eyes.
He holds me, Sasori began to frighten out as he could hear Gaara's heartbeat and feel him even closer then. Gaara's both hands embraced him tenderly, considered him as fragile porcelain. What's this mean? Something feels so comfortable.
Sasori got dizzy after while, mixed of joy and anxious filled up his muddled emotion.
"Just be a good boy, from now on," Somehow, it was faded by the wind. The breeze was moving too fast but it still clearly heard How Gaara was whispering through his ear; smoothly like he didn't want this to elapse so soon. The sense of Gaara's lips just nudged his lop ears. Is this possibly true?
It's tasteful.
To be continued