Just a little drabble that my fiance and I came up with earlier this evening. I don't know where this shit came from but we've been giggling about it for the last couple of hours and I finally decided to write it. Three updates in a single day, I'm on a goddamn roll!
Anyway!
I do not own Naruto or its characters, just the plot to this story.
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S Lyubov'yu,
Casper!
Deidara just wanted to go home and take his couch as his mistress after a long day of work down at his art studio. For the last three weeks he had been working on his ultimate art piece. He had been working at least twelve hours a day to accomplish his goal. So, all in all, he was exhausted. He just wanted o go home and forget that the rest of the world existed, if only for a moment. But of course, the Gods just wouldn't take pity on him just this once. No, he had to get stuck with the obnoxious dude walking a few feet behind him singing "Pretty Woman".
This wasn't the first time that he had been mistaken as a woman. No, with his long, mid-back length hair, his feminine hourglass shaped body, he was almost used to being mistaken as a woman from behind. But that didn't mean that he particularly enjoyed being mistaken as the opposite sex. He was a heterosexual male, dammit! The last thing he needed in his life was more men mistaking him as an attractive woman. He knew that having long, flowing blond hair didn't help his case, but he refused to cut it. He just didn't look right with short hair.
"Pretty woman, walking down the street. Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet. Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth. No one could look as good as you, mercy.", the male trailing behind Deidara continued to sing.
Deidara felt his shoulders stiffen at the godforsaken song he was being forced to listen to. It wasn't that the man behind him didn't know how to carry a tune, it was the fact that the male behind him was trying to serenade him. He discretely looked behind him to take in the image of the male singing behind him. The man's platinum colored hair was slicked back tastefully, piecing violet eyes were staring straight ahead, trailing down the blonds body, he was wearing a plain white shirt and black track pants. The man had clearly been out for a jog before stumbling upon the poor blond.
Deidara flinched when he made eye contract with the male walking behind him. The silver haired man smirked before he started to sing again.
"Pretty woman, won't you pardon me. Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see. Pretty woman, you look as lovely as could be. Are you lonely just like me?"
When he couldn't take the singing and mistake on his gender anymore, Deidara whipped around to face the man behind him.
"I'm a fucking dude!", Deidara cried, flailing his arms around miserably.
"Hold up, I got a fucking song for that.", came the reply.
Deidara felt his eye twitch in irritation.
"DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LAAAAAADY!", the silverette sang loudly before taking off in the opposite direction of the blond.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, yeah!", Deidara roared before giving chase.
All he wanted to do was go home and curl up on his couch...apparently that was way too much to ask.
I have no words to describe whatever the hell I just wrote. All I know is that I'm giggling like an idiot and don't care about that fact.
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