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"It's going to rain. You can't fly in the rain. If you stay, I won't let you in and you're going to die. Please leave." A redheaded boy murmured under his breath. The thing he was talking to completely ignored his warning. The boy scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself." He said, turning and walking off of his balcony and into his small apartment.
The place was clean and so impersonal. In the living room there was one leather couch, a small TV-which he'd never actually used- and a small, glass, coffee table. The kitchen was similar. One dishwasher, one microwave, a stove, and white cabinets filled with dishes and food, all well organized. Every room of the house was like this. Bathroom, white shower curtain, a hair brush, a tooth brush, a hand towel, white, and a white body towel. Bedroom, one bed with a black comforter, two white pillows, a white desk, a black nightstand, a black laptop, and a double-door closet.
The redhead walked into his kitchen and started pulling out stuff to make himself a sandwich when his white phone rang. He took off his gardening gloves and slid his bare hand into his pocket. The ID read 'unknown' and he sighed.
"Hello, you've reached Sasori." He answered dully. He pinched the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could continue making himself a sandwich.
"Sasori? It's your landlord." The voice on the other end said. The redhead groaned inwardly and started spreading Miracle Whip onto a slice of white bread.
"I've paid my rent this month, sir." He said, mildly irritated.
"No, that's not what this is about. Another one of the residents was complaining about some noise coming from your apartment." Sasori rolled his eyes. He knew what they were talking about, he was irritated by the noise too, but it wasn't from his apartment. It was from the one right next to him.
"Yes, sir. My apologies. It won't happen again." He promised grimly. The landlord thanked him and hung up. The redhead put his phone back into his left pocket and finished making his sandwich. Now he'd have to go over to his neighbors house and talk to him. The guy only moved in a couple of weeks ago, so Sasori didn't really know what the boy looked like or his name. Just that he was a guy, and gay according to what he'd heard late at night through the wall. Sasori hoped that he wasn't a stereotypical homosexual. Those kinds of men could just be so obnoxious. Sasori had nothing against homosexuality, he had something against bitchy and annoying people. The redhead sat down on his couch and started eating his sandwich, thinking about what to say to his neighbor.
The redhead knocked on his neighbors door again. A manly voice yelled 'hold on!' from inside. Sasori drummed his fingers on his leg, he hated waiting. The seconds ticked by slowly and he felt his irritation grow and grow. He heard a few crashed from inside the apartment and he rolled his eyes. It was taking too long. He didn't want to have to deal with this. Damn whoever had complained about the noise in the first place. After a couple more moments the door was thrown open.
"Hello, un!" A blue eyed blonde yelled, unnecessarily loud. Sasori ground his teeth and tried to control his temper.
"I'm your neighbor, Sasori Akasuna and-" The blonde cut him off.
"Oh really? Please come in, un!" He yelled, grabbing hold of the redheads arm and dragging him into the cluttered apartment. Sasori stumbled in and growled. "Would you like anything to drink?" He asked sweetly. The redhead just glared, though the blonde seemed not to notice, or he just didn't care.
"No thank you." He said sternly.
"Well, I'm gunna go get myself something, go ahead and sit down on the couch, un." The blonde ran off in the direction of what Sasori assumed was the kitchen. The redhead took this time to look around the apartment. Clothes were strewn about messily, paintings were hung up everywhere, and broken sculptures were littered about the room. Disgusting. Sasori didn't want to sit down in fear of catching some kind of disease.
The blonde returned and Sasori took this time to really look at him. The man had a fringe in front of his left eye, half of his blonde hair was in a ponytail on the top of his head, the rest hanging down to just below his shoulder blades. He was wearing a blank tank top and a pair of loose fitting blue jeans. His eye, the one that Sasori could see, was a soft baby blue.
"I came over here because the landlord called me complaining about how I was making too much noise." Sasori said coldly. The blonde nodded.
"Well, just be a little quieter." He said in a friendly manner. The redhead rolled his brown eyes.
"I wasn't the one making noise." He ground out, irritation branching out and clinging onto the edges of anger. "You were. The person who called and complained thought that it was me. I came over here to ask you to be a little quieter so that I don't get yelled at again."
"I don't make that much noise though, un." The blonde said defensively. Sasori groaned.
"You don't huh?" Sasori put on a pleasured look and moaned out, "uhn! T-touch me, please…" He glared at the blonde and said in a normal voice, "That wasn't you?" He demanded. The blonde's face turned dark red.
"I'll be quieter, un. Please leave now." He said quickly and opened the door for Sasori. The redhead smirked and gladly left, not once looking back. Well, that was annoying, but that solved that problem and he wouldn't have to deal with it anymore.
Thank you for reading the first chapeter of Sounds Like The Beginning! Let me know what you thought of it!
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