Compulsive Noties :3

So I decided to write a SasoDei. I don't know, they're cute. It probably won't be a very long story, but this is the first chapter. It's longer then I usually write, but I'm trying to make long chapters. So...yeah lol. Btw, Dei's a bit OOC because he's trying to clean up his act, and he's in an environment he's not used to...so yeah.

Warning: Slight OOC, Yaoi

Writer: Compulsive!

Disclaimer: This is Fanfiction. nuff said.

The building I stood in front of was a large white building, a set of windows for each floor looking out onto the cold hard pavement covered with car rushing past each other. I took a very deep breath, and walked up to the glass double doors. The lobby was huge, almost frightening, but the whole point of this was to overcome my fear of judgment. My therapist told me that to get out of my bad habits, I had to do something spontaneous, something the normal me would think of doing. Seeing as making bombs was not the best habit to be involved in I decided it be better if I did something a little bit out there as well. But because I couldn't think of anything, I foolishly had Kisame sign me up for something instead.

It wasn't like he had signed me up for something normal either, like dancing, or a community project, he signed me up to be a model. And as simple as this may sound it wasn't your normal modeling. I was to be a nude model for a painting class. And I had heard him crack jokes about how I would make the most beautiful model, but I still didn't believe he had gone and done something as ridiculous as this. Even if it was art related.

It wasn't like I could back out either, because the program was set up in such a way that if you were chosen you had to jump through so many hoops, that by the time you actually got told whether you were freed or not, you would have already been stripped down and ready to pose! But I was also a bit glad I had this opportunity, I know for a fact I would have never picked it out, but I'm glad it was given to me. It was time for me to do something new.

I walked up to the front desk, where a slender woman, with blue hair sat flipping through a planner, a headset in her ear. She put up a finger and told who ever she was on the phone with to hold on.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She asked, sweetly.

"I'm I'm looking for the..." I cleared my throat, and lowered my voice. "Nude painting class." She smiled and pointed to an elevator.

"It's on floor 4A, room 206."

"Oh, alright, arigato." I replied, bowing before turning to head for the silver doors. When I got on the elevator I pressed the button 4A. Only then did I realize the monstrosity this building really was. There was up to thirty A's and thirty B's, not including the Lobby, and rooftop. I closed my mouth, tried to calm myself down. My heart was already beginning to pound, and I hadn't even gotten off the elevator.

'Come on Dei, snap out of it. How many people have seen you naked as it is?'

I let out a short chuckle, as the elevator doors opened. Walking down the long hallway I looked at the number.

"198, 199, 200, 201, 202...206!" I counted, quietly to myself. When I walked in the room, there was about my height, with red hair, flipping through a news paper. The room was very dark, and only half the lights were turned on. There was a mattress against one of the walls with a few thin, silk looking sheets on it. There was about fifteen easels and a small desk in the corner cover with nothing but a few papers and a pencil. The walls were bear, except one that was covered in sketches of different people, some nude, some fully clothed, some weren't even of bodies, just faces, all happy faces.

"You can change over there." He said, monotone, not even bothering to look at me from over the news paper. He motioned to an old fashion fold up Japanese screen with one finger. Stunned I froze in my tracks. "Better hurry, the artist'll be here soon, and when you keep them waiting, they get angry."

"Oh! Gomennasai." I scampered over to the screen and began to take my shirt off, then my jeans. And as I looked down at my body, and the last article of clothing I had on and took a deep breath as I slowly slid them off. I looked from behind the screen, pulling my hair out of a pony-tail

"Uh, what do I do now?" He scoffed, and folded up his paper before standing up.

"Leave it to Konan to pick out a newbie." He muttered storming over to me. "Come on now, don't be shy." He almost spat, as I walked out. He pointed to the bed and used his other hand to wave. I shuffled over the the bed where I sat down.

"I-"

"No, lay down." So I laid. "Now are you comfortable with me touching you?" He asked, clearly already annoyed. It must have been a company policy for him to say that, but I just nodded, hoping to make this a little less complicated. He placed the sheet in my hand and turned me to my back. He took my left hand and moved it on to my chest, but when his fingers touched mine he momentarily paused. I felt a shock serge through me, but I assumed it was only static. It seemed he had felt it too. I ignored it, and he had apparently had too. He lifted my left knee, and turned my head a bit to the right.

Once he was finished adjusting me and stepped back and examined he placing.

"Would you relax your right hand a bit, and open your mouth a tad?" I followed his instructions and he walked away, back to his chair I assumed.

"Sasori-sensei, we got a new model?" A voice called from the door. I wanted to look, but knew I should probably stay still. He made some sound of agreement and re-opened his newspaper. "What happened to the old one?"

"We try to keep in rotation, Daichi-san. This is actually a brand new one, so lets treat him well, ne?" I heard a bit a laughter, and then he pulled up a chair to one of the easels. He didn't really say anything after that, just began pulling out items, and setting up. About nine other people did the same before the person Daichi had called Sasori began rounding the room. For about a half hour I laid there and I was painted. It felt a bit odd, being completely nude in front of a bunch of strangers...but it didn't matter. They weren't...judging me...were they? They were just drawing what they saw...what if they saw a flaw...or imperfection...

'Calm down. They don't see any imperfections.'

I took a deep breath, and waiting silently for the class to end. Before I knew it, people were finishing up and wrapping up their drawings, paintings, and what ever else they had laid on to the canvases.

"Very nice job today class. We'll meet again next Thursday afternoon. Thanks for coming out today." He said, monotone again. I sat up and walked back behind the screen again to get re-dressed. When I walked back out, fully clothed and covered I walked up to him and he handed me a piece of paper.

"Sorry for being such an ass. Before the class starts I get anxious, because many models don't take this very seriously. But you did, so thanks. If you have any questions or concerns call this number. It's my personal number, so please refrain from using it to make a new friend." I felt another shock as he placed the slip of paper in my hand.

"So...we can't be friends?" He looked at me, eyes near dead, and somewhat frowned.

"No." He turned away, and began to pack up the things I assumed he brought. I stood there for a second and watched him before he stopped and looked at me, clearly telling me to leave.

"Gomennasai!" I said, before exiting.

When I got outside the building I saw storm clouds suddenly brewing. Today was not going to be a good day. I sat down on the bench outside, knowing I really didn't wanna go back inside that monstrosity. Flipping open my phone I searched for Kisame, who was suppose to pick me up and five o' clock sharp, seeing as my car was in the shop, and take me home. I pressed the phone to my ear and listened to the call go straight to voice mail.

"Great..."

I hoped he was on his way, and put the phone back in my pocket. It wasn't like I could call anyone else, I just moved here trying to get away from the old life I had left behind. Like I said, making bombs really is a bad habit, and with bad habits, you make bad friends. The only place I could move was here, closer to Kisame, who always seemed to be busy. But he was one of my closest friends, next to Itachi. But I had lost his phone number when I got my new phone. I was still waiting for Kisame to give him my number, since he refused to give him mine.

As I thought over what I would do if Kisame didn't show, as he always seemed to do, I felt the first sign of rain. I rubbed my face, wishing I had gone with my better instincts and brought a hoody. When the light sprinkle turned into a full blow down pour, I thought it might just be better to try and walk the eight miles home. But just as I had decided this day couldn't get any better I saw Sasori leaving the building. His car was right in front of the place, and he slipped his key in and opened the door to put his things away. As he slammed the door shut, and began around the car he stopped to look at me again, sitting on the bench. Still here.

"Need a ride?" He said, obviously miffed, still. I nodded sheepishly, standing up. I walked over to his car and opened the door to get in. By this time I was soaking wet. He sat down in the drivers seat and buckled up before starting the car. After a few minutes I broke the silence.

"My name is Deidara, by the way...you can call me Dei, though..."

"Won't have to." He stated blankly turning the car on to the freeway. "So where do you live?" He asked. I felt around my pockets before realizing I had forgot my keys in Kisame's car.

'Nice going.'

"I don't have my keys, so you can just drop me off at at my friend's house."

"Obviously I can't. He's clearly not home, or else he would have came to pick you up. Am I right? You have no place to go, and for some reason or another, so friends to pick you up or stay with. You have no car, and no mode of transportation, besides walking, to get anywhere!" I gave one single nod, and opened my mouth to apologize. "Don't. Just...save it."

I took a deep breath and looked over at him from the corner of my eye. He had the most beautiful red hair you would ever see. A perfect pale completion, and an all around perfect face. He was nearly flawless, if it wasn't for the frown that seemed fixed on his face for an eternity, he would be perfect. His hands were strong, but so soft looking. He was like an angered angel.

"So..." I began hoping he'd catch my drift.

"I guess...I guess you can stay at my place...Don't take this the wrong way though. We aren't friends, you just happen to have no place to go, and my heart isn't cold enough to throw you out on the street."

"I...okay." It was silent for a bit more before I noticed his fingers were digging into the steering wheel. I wanted to ask him if he was okay, but was afraid of him just getting angrier and kicking me out anyways. "A..are you okay?" I watched him take a very deep breath and look at me and nod before looking back at the road.

When we finally pulled up to what I assumed was his house, we both got out and I waited behind him at the door, as he fiddled with his keys. It was an averaged sized house, a yellow color, with two large windows out front. From which you could see his dining room and living room. When he unlocked the door and we both stepped in, he abruptly tossed me some clean clothes and walked into the darkness I assumed to be a hallway.

"Do you have-"

"You'll be staying in the guest room. And when will your friend be here to pick you up?" He asked coming back from the darkness and turning a light on, illuminating a hallway to four doors. I flipped open my phone and tried calling Kisame again, only to get the voice mail a second time.

"I should be out of here by tomorrow." I said, solemnly.

"Stop it." He said, flatly. I looked up at him from the clothes I so needed to change in to.

"Stop what?"

"Whatever you're doing...just stop..." I gave him a confused look. He scoffed and walked off. Still confused I walked into the room that was to be mine, and undressed myself. I looked at my skin that was beginning to itch from the wet and cold and quickly hopped into my new clothes. When I opened my door he was standing there. It was like he was waiting...or was just about to knock.

"I..." I watched him take a deep breath, and looked at him up and down. It was almost like a he was a little boy waiting to be chastised. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Be such an ass? Do you do this a lot?" I asked, hoping not to offend him.

"Actually no..." He rolled his eyes. "I'm usually pretty flat lined, but I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I'm just extremely exhausted." He said, beginning to leave.

"Are you sure...it...couldn't just be something else?" I whispered, walking past him.

"Hmm?"

"Where's your bathroom?" He pointed down the hall.

Everything was so tidy in his house, from the bathroom, to the living room. I really just wanted to mess things up. I quickly finished up and washed my hands. When I walked out of the bathroom I saw he had left his door open. He was sitting on his bed, sprawled out, staring at the ceiling.

I walked up and stood in his door frame a moment to watch him.

"I'm going to bed." He was silent for a second.

"I'm practically anti-social. And I feel so alone, that...I can't feel anything but jealousy. And no one ever knows." I sat down on his bed next to him, as he sat up.

"You seem like you need someone to talk to." He looked at me with sleepy eyes, perfect eyes.

"I really don't..." He insisted. There was only a few inches between us, but even as I tried to hold back, I, almost compulsively, leaned in to close the gap. As I pressed my lips to his I felt his face to to the side and he deepened the kiss. I opened my mouth a little, and he did so as well. He invaded my mouth, and gently grazed my tongue before breaking the kiss. "The artist becomes the art. The loveless becomes loved. The feeling of lost hope I thought would burn through my chest, the pain of loneliness I thought would never go away, finally left to welcome a new feeling." He stated, eyes still shut.

"So you felt it, too?"

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