Hello! As you know, I can only get on the computer on weekends because of exams, so I wrote this whole thing on my phone and emailed it to myself :D Pretty cool huh! :D Anyway... I've never written any continuous multi-chapter fics before, except Entwined Paroxysm, the rest are all actually drabbles and oneshots under the same title. Anyway, It's SasoDei guys! Plus other pairings too *coughkakuzuXhidancoughpeinXk onancoughitachiXkisamecoughm aybezetsuXtobi* anyway, i really don't want to screw this fic up because it's my favourite pairing. Here!

Sasori took a deep breath and exhaled with a slow sigh. "Brat."

Long golden hair splayed on the pillows and face hidden under the blanket, the blonde let out a groan. "Shut up, un!"

"I will not 'shut up'," Sasori walked over to Deidara and tugged at the blanket. The blonde tumbled off his bed with a thud muffled by the sheets, but the redhead honestly couldn't give two shits about it. "Class starts in an hour. We need twenty minutes to get to campus."

"Danna," Deidara groaned. "It starts in an hour, un!"

"Minus the twenty, you have forty minutes left to get ready, so go get ready NOW." Sasori leaned against the wall, watching the grumbling blonde struggling on the floor, trying to untangle himself from the twisted sheets. "Hurry up," he said before walking out of Deidara's room. "Or I'll leave without you."

"Go ahead, un!"

Sasori smirked to himself as the other's voice drifted from the room. There was a slam of what Sasori assumed was the bathroom door. He dropped into the couch and picked up the morning paper, lazily flipping through the boring headlines, all the while glancing at the wall clock or around the tiny apartment.

It wasn't exactly a tiny apartment. It had a small kitchen, an adequately sized living area, two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a painfully small storage place. But it was enough for the two university students. Since Deidara never did housework, Sasori came to appreciate the fact that he wouldn't have to clean a huge house by himself.

It was almost eight forty and Deidara was still in the bathroom. Sasori could hear the shower running and he mentally nagged at the blonde for wasting water and upping their water bills. "Brat," he called. "I'm going to leave without you."

"Danna, un! Don't you dare!"

Sasori walked to the front of the bathroom and flicked off the heat, waiting patiently for a response.

"God damn it, Danna!"

In less than a minute, Deidara was out, fully dressed and shivering. He glared at the redhead, who stood against the wall, leisurely eating a croissant.

"What the hell did you do that for, un!" the blonde stomped up to Sasori and grabbed his half-eaten croissant, munching on it with much fervor. "I froze my ass off in there!"

"Good," Sasori snatched his food back and finished it in one bite, sweeping his books off the table. "Ready to go?"

Deidara followed him, cursing under his breath.

Without Sasori, there wouldn't have been a day where Deidara was on time, if he actually even showed up at school. The redhead was the epitome of punctuality and Deidara, his juxtaposition.

The two had met in high school, during their freshman year. Apparently, opposites DO attract. Rowdy, obnoxious Deidara and quiet, contemplating Sasori had become best friends. They had both been in the advance class because they were straight A students, despite Deidara's appearance and personality, he was the second best student in class— just one rank beneath Sasori.

Nobody could surpass the prodigy. Sasori knew every answer to everything; he would keep answering a question until the teacher told him to stop, he knew enough. But to the others, he didn't speak much.

Now Sasori had decided to study psychology while Deidara had jumped at a chance to do physiology.

Their circle of friends was basically everyone in Sasori's social network, but he wasn't the least bit worried about it.

The less people there were in his life, the less drama there would be— drama and problems came together as a package, and the last thing Sasori wanted in his life were problems.

"SENPAIIIIIIII!"

Sasori looked up from the ground to see a blur of dark hair tackle Deidara to the ground, both of then falling with an "oompf". Amused, he watched the exasperated blonde attempt to push the attacker off him.

"Get lost, Tobi, un!" Deidara had his palm gripping the other's face, at the same time pushing him back, but Tobi's arms seemed to be permanently locked around Deidara's waist. "GET OFF OF ME, TOBI!"

"NOOOOOOOOO," Tobi cried, "Tobi hasn't seen Senpai in a long time! Tobi misses Senpai so much!"

Sasori finally felt enough pity for the blonde and stepped forward, taking Tobi's arm and pulling him up. "Get up, Tobi. You're causing a ruckus."

Whimpering, Tobi detached himself from Deidara and stood up. "Bye Senpai! Tobi is going to class now! Will Tobi see Senpai after class?"

Deidara peeled himself off the floor and dusted his shirt and jeans. "Oh hell no, un," he growled, glaring at the younger boy.

Sasori shook his head. "Hurry up, brat."

"It's not MY fault. Danna, did you see the way he tried to strangle me?"

"No."

"I almost died, un!"

"As if you could die so easily, brat."

Annoyed, Deidara stomped off, leaving Sasori by himself in the hallway, blinking after him.

"...well. I forgot about the brat's morning temper."

"Someone got out the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

Sasori turned around. "Ah. Pein." The thought back to what happened earlier in the day, and remembered the way Deidara had woken up by. "Maybe."

Pein raised an eyebrow, his lavender eyes twinkling in amusement. "Could you, by any chance, have had something to do with it?"

"That depends," Sasori ran a hand through his hair. Fiery red, permanently in a bed-head style, with his fringe—short enough so that he could actually see, but long enough so that he didn't look like a nerd— falling just above his brown, sleepy-looking eyes. "I merely did him a favor by waking him up."

"I don't think Deidara sees that as a favor."

"That's the brat's problem."

"Sasori! Pein!"

Both males turned around as a blue haired girl barreled into Pein. The orange-haired man put his arms around her instinctively, blinking away the shock.

"Konan," Pein rasped, his air supply slowly being cut as his girlfriend hugged him too enthusiastically.

"Oh, sorry." Konan let him go and turned to Sasori.

The redhead widened his eyes and put his arms up. "Uh no thanks," he immediately said. "Good morning to you too."

"Huh. You guys are so awkward," Konan muttered, looking around. "Where's Deidara? At least he returns my hugs."

"I think it's because he's too polite to push you away." Pein dodged a punch to his stomach.

Konan glared at him. "Where is he anyway?"

"The brat was in a bad mood and left for class already."

"What?" Konan shook her head. "It must be your fault, Sasori."

"Hey? Why do you people always blame me when the brat gets pissed?"

"Because there's no one more annoying than you."

All three turned to the new voice.

Kakuzu grinned and walked towards them with Kisame. The tall, gigantically built man gave a brief wave. "Yo! You guys seen Itachi?"

Sasori raised an eyebrow. "You think I'm annoying?"

"I do," everyone at the scene replied, without missing a beat.

"...Suit yourselves," Sasori muttered and walked away, books in hand.

"Now you've pissed the kid off." Hidan had magically appeared behind Kakuzu. "Oi fuckers! Good morning!"

"I'd appreciate if I don't have to be greeted by vulgarities every morning," Pein sighed.

"You got a problem with me, you fucking prick?"

"Oh, no," Pein raised a hand and waved him off, turning towards his classroom and walking away. "No, not at all."

"Wait for me, Pein!" Konan rushed off to join him in business studies.

Kisame just shook his head. The same thing happened every morning. The only thing left was... He turned around, and sure enough, Kakuzu and Hidan were arguing— about anything at all.

"...Did you just call me a retard, you ungrateful bitch!"

"How is that ungrateful? How is the ungrateful one me? Who the hell paid your rent last month when you didn't have a single yen on you? Who the hell let you crash at his house when you didn't pay your rent two months ago?"

"...Like I give a fuck! I treated you to lunch!"

"Which costs like a few ten thousand yen less than all that rent I paid for you—"

"Just shut that fucking mouth of yours, Kakuzu!"

"And you need to invest on mouthwash for your disgustingly vile one."

"Chill it, guys," Kisame patted both of them on their shoulders and looked around one more time, this time spotting the Uchiha make his way towards them. "Ah, Itachi!"

"You left the apartment without me?" The Uchiha looked hard at Kisame, and the big guy nearly shriveled up with the intensity of the gaze.

"Sorry, man. I called you but you didn't answer, so I thought you'd left already."

"Without putting on my shoes, which were in front of the door you went out of?"

"I didn't see your shoes, sorry."

"...If you insist."

"I'm going off to business now." Kakuzu nodded at Itachi and left. "Hidan, you should probably get your ass off to history."

"Will you just shut up?"

As the two left, bickering, Kisame gulped and tried to smile at Itachi. "Uh, so... What time's class?"

"Nine," Itachi said monotonously. "You?"

"Same."

The two stared at each other in silence until Itachi finally spoke, watching Kisame with a leveled, cool gaze. "I don't understand what you like about marine biology, but I still don't encourage you to be late."

"Huh? Oh, oh," Kisame jumped and took the chance to escape.

Itachi smirked. "It's quite entertaining when he gets flustered."

Laughing silently to himself, Itachi slipped into class and scanned the room until he saw the redhead.

Sasori sat right at the back, wearing his permanent scowl. It toned down a little when he spotted Itachi, but the frown didn't leave his eyes.

"What's the matter?" The Uchiha sat next to him.

"Kakashi should make a point to be early for once."

"He's the best this school's got for our course. His tardiness is a small sacrifice we need to make."

"Of course we have to put up with his bad habits," Sasori growled as Kakashi strolled into the room with his wild silver hair, holding a little green book.

"Sorry class! I was helping an old lady—"

"—cross the road," someone from the front drawled. "A pity you didn't take longer."

"That's correct. Now, yesterday's assignments out please."

Sasori heaved a sigh of relief when he walked out of the campus. His head felt like it was about to burst. Well, lessons with Kakashi did that to people.

Itachi walked beside him wordlessly. Kisame had told him to go back first— he had to stay behind for extra classes. The Uchiha hadn't believed a single word. After studying human behavior for the past two plus years, shifty eyes and fidgeting were telltale signs of lying. Even someone who didn't do psychology could tell.

Itachi had no qualms about it, however. He would wait until his roommate got back. Recently Kisame had started to get flustered around him all the time, but Itachi didn't know why.

"Hey, fuckers!"

Sasori gave an internal groan. Loud, vulgar Hidan. Just what he needed at the moment. The Uchiha calmly turned around when the man with the silver, slicked-back hair jogged up to them. "Hidan."

Other students were giving them curious looks, as they always did. They were a strange bunch, in a way. Polite, intellectual Pein and bubbly Konan. Next came intimidating Itachi and his childish cousin, Tobi. Biology-obsessed Kisame and Zetsu. Money-minded Kakuzu and Hidan's lack of civilized vocabulary...

And then there were the artists Sasori and Deidara— the two freaking prodigies of the school. Their polar personalities weren't the only incomprehensible factor of their friendship. It was the fact that they argued like they couldn't stand each other yet lived in the same apartment. And also, their choice of acquaintances.

"Going home?" Hidan clapped Itachi on the back and the dark-haired man nearly choked.

"Of course not," Kakuzu muttered, coming up behind them. "Itachi's going to a damn party."

Itachi raised an eyebrow, but chose to say nothing.

"Fuck off, asshole."

Kakuzu rolled his eyes. "You'd die without me."

"Say WHAT?" Hidan yelled with a disgustedly horrified expression.

"Next time check your wallet before you tell me to go away."

"You ass!"

Sasori sighed and turned away just in time to see Tobi running towards them. Eyes widening just slightly, he turned to the arguing two and said something about having homework and that he needed to leave. Itachi saw Tobi as well and excused himself to leave with Sasori.

"SASORI-SAAAAAN! WAIT FOR TOBI! HE WANTS TO VISIT SENPAIIIIII!"

Sasori and Itachi promptly started sprinting.

The redhead parted ways with Itachi at the traffic lights. With a brief wave, Sasori started towards his apartment.

Sasori opened the door to the apartment and peered in. As expected, Deidara was lounging on the couch, messing around with a bit of clay, with a box of pizza on the coffee table in front of him. "Don't drop your rubbish all over the cushions, brat."

Deidara glanced up and raised an indignant eyebrow. "It's not rubbish, un!"

"If you won't face it, then I can't help you."

"Danna, un!"

Sasori smirked at him and disappeared into the kitchen. "And you need to stop inhaling that junk, pizza isn't real food."

"If you're telling me pepperoni and capsicum aren't real food, then you shouldn't be studying in a university right now, un."

Deidara sounded distracted, and Sasori took leftover onigiri out from the fridge, knowing that unless he personally passed him proper food, Deidara would live on takeout and pizza.

The blonde reached out for another slice of pizza but the box was swept away from him. "...ah!" he yelped, surprised, before looking up. "What, un?"

"This," Sasori picked up an onigiri and waved it in front of Deidara, "is real food, brat. Rice," he brought the riceball nearer to the other's face. "Furikake," he moved it closer, "and there's tuna inside—"

Deidara grabbed it. "All right, all right. I get it, I get it. I just have to eat it, right, un!" he finished it in three bites.

Sasori watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say his usual line.

"...can I have another one, un?"

And Sasori said, "no."

Closing his room door, he laughed to himself as "you fucking bastard" drifted from the couch.

Sasori pulled his textbook towards him and opened it to a random page. He had practically memorized the whole book, but what else could he do other than study?

Truth be told, Sasori didn't even have to put in effort for his A's. He had the same flawless memory as Deidara, and he took it for granted. Who wouldn't? Anybody would.

Glaring at the textbook as if he wanted to burn a hole through the pages, Sasori began to robotically scratch notes in a book with his pencil.

He could hear his roommate outside shuffling around the apartment the way he always did when he was moulding a new clay figurine. Deidara just couldn't sit still, so Sasori concluded that the blonde's attention span was smaller than the size of an ant.

"Danna, un!"

The sudden yell made Sasori forget his carefully planned answer and he glanced up from his homework, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose irritably. "Brat, it better be important."

"It's important, un!" the voice was getting louder, and judging by the shadow beneath the door, Deidara had come up right outside his room.

"What?"

"We've run out of juice, un!"

It took all of the redhead's willpower not to yank the door open and whack the blonde on the head.

"Then go and buy some more."

"But—"

"Brat, if you don't shut up, I'm going to swap you for Zetsu and you're going to have to put up with Tobi."

Sasori knew it was low of him to use that threat, but it was so far the most effective one of all.

"...Tch. Sasori no bastard, un."

Kisame stood outside his apartment, staring at the door with all the uncertainty he could muster. Should he go in... Or should he crash at someone else's place?

He gave a soft groan and gripped his head in his hands. What the hell was wrong with him? Ever since he realized that he'd developed a crush on the stoic Uchiha, he couldn't act cool and calm around him anymore. More than once it had proven to be a nuisance. "Maybe I should get hypnotized, so that I'll forget I ever liked this guy. I can't even enter my own apartment!"

Meanwhile, Itachi had heard his roommate pacing outside the door, and was watching him through the peephole near the top of the door. Amused, he saw that Kisame was nearly tearing his hair off his scalp and was actually conversing with himself, shaking his head or making faces.

He noticed the other man had been acting weirdly recently, but he didn't expect Kisame to deteriorate so much. "Is he becoming mentally unsound...?" Itachi mused to himself.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of quietly spying, Itachi couldn't stand it anymore. He turned the handle and yanked the door open, meeting Kisame's horrified expression with an inquisitive one.

"I...Itachi!" Kisame's small eyes went as wide as they could possibly manage. "H...hey, what's up?"

"You," Itachi said calmly, "are what's up. Are you...sane? Or have you snapped? Because I have been watching you talking animatedly to yourself outside the door for the past fifteen minutes or so."

"You were watching?" Kisame yelped. "Oh my God. Did you, by any chance," his voice dropped and his face simmered down to a grimace, "hear what I was talking about?"

"Unfortunately, my hearing is not that sharp. You should go to a psychiatrist soon, maybe? If you want my opinion, I would say it resembled the symptoms of schizophrenia—"

"The hell! You think I'm crazy, don't you?" Kisame was suddenly angry, and the Uchiha blinked, slightly startled by the outburst. "You think I'm crazy, and you want me to go to a DOCTOR!"

"I never—"

"Well, I'm not schizophrenianic or schizophrenia-whatever-shit—"

"Schizophrenic," Itachi offered.

"—Schizophrenic," Kisame growled. "I'm perfectly FINE, and I am NOT going to see a psychiatrist."

There was a long, awkward silence.

"Uhm..." Kisame cleared his throat. "Sorry about that I just kind of snapped, I think, and—"

"Are you sure you're all right?" The Uchiha was watching him with a seemingly concerned frown.

"Uh, eh?"

"Are you sure you're fine? Your temper has degraded to that of a five year-old's and it's very unlike you to be so easily angered—"

"You know what, Itachi? Forget it! Screw you!"

Kisame stormed past him into the house and slammed the door of his room shut.

Itachi assessed the situation— it was very serious indeed. He closed the door and went into the house. He sat at the table and wondered what was wrong with Kisame. After much thought, he concluded that there was only so much he could do.

And so, the Uchiha took out his phone and dialed a number.

"...Hello? You've reached Tokyo Hospital. How may I help you?"

"I'd like to make an appointment with the psychiatric department."

"Ah, all right. Sir, may I have your name and preferred contact number?"

Itachi gave the reception the name and reeled off a series of numbers.

A/N: Sooooo, please review! Like, if i ever get them OOC, i need someone to tell me IMMEDIATELY so i can fix it! I want to make this thing perfect! :D Thanks for your support (: Review? Pretty please with dango on top? (: