A song fic, that really is kind of written weird. The song is: 'Thank you for the music' By ABBA. Check it out, it makes this short story rather smiley if you've listened to it before.

I don't own Naruto, and make no profit off this, though I can't say I don't need the money.

"I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore" Sounded the cool, sweet voice of a man who at the moment was saying back and forth in a kitchen. Singing his soul away to the air around him the people in this lonesome apartment complex never once stopping him "If I tell a joke, you've probably heard it before" The blonde boy, of about twenty two sang to himself an apron on his body.

Clad in blue jeans that fit nicely, and a soft yellow shirt on his shoulders. Why was he so happy? One might ask as they surveyed the male spinning on socked feet a frying pan in his hand flipping a pancake into the air catching it in the pan.

Clay was crusted on the counters of the cheep, not-so homey but working apartment. It had two rooms. His bedroom and the main room that connected to the kitchen which doubled as a dinning room. His laundry was done down on the first floor with everyone else's, a key car for the machines. The only people that came over that day the only people that ever talks to him, were the two old ladies in the three roomed apartment next to his own on the top floor of the three story complex. They were old; there fore they weren't around a lot. His loneliness caused severe depression, and artist block had been plaguing him for weeks now.

He was celebrating with these pancakes some strawberries (Expensive things!) and some cheep on sale wine all because that Artists block was defeated. He finished a sculpture this morning and planned on imploding it on the roof later tonight to marvel his successes. That and they were getting a new neighbor- in the nicest of the three apartments on the third floor. He would know because he's broken into it to look around and personally he thought the guy had quite the nice things. Compared to his small one that one was clean, well taken care of and big. Every floor had one of these, and someone was finally renting out the one across from him and the old ladies. Though, this apartment building was still in a shitty neighborhood. And it looked like shit in the back but the front of the building looked great! (For advertisement reasons, all buildings are like that nowadays)

"But I have a talent, a wonderful thing 'cause everyone listens when I start to sing" He bellowed to the walls the sizzling of his dinner time meal making the house smell sweet and sound full of life. Depression however didn't just disappear and he still is fighting with himself about it.

"I'm so grateful and proud all I want is to sing it out loud" He cooed scooping out the pancakes onto a plate before him arranging them nicely on it. The chipped edge ignored as he shit his crappy stove off and washed out the pan.

"So I say Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing Thanks for all the joy they're bringing Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we?"

He twirled and laughed at himself lifting the plate rather easily walking to the small two-seater table setting his plate on it, arranging the sculpture across from him setting the wine glass down, and moving back to his kitchen (About a foot or so) to cut up those strawberries.

Ah what a wonderful night it is to be!

"So I say thank you for the music for giving it to me!"

-Line break-

Moving into a new place was always a pain in the ass and for Sasori this was no exception. Rubbing his temples rather annoyed the read head walked down the hallway fumbling with some keys as he did so, catching wind of some noise pausing in the hallway to listen. It was getting louder the closer he got to his apartment door- oh, damn. The neighbors?
"Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk She says I began to sing long before I could talk And I've often wondered, how did it all start?" It was good, the singing whoever had the voice, should be grateful. Sasori however wasn't going to like this if he couldn't sleep- that's for sure. Maybe he'd shut up. Yeah.

Walking towards his door he unlocked it and stepped inside, shoed feet hitting hardwood floors, flicking on a light as he slipped them off. "..Welcome home, Sasori." He sighed to himself walking towards the kitchen dropping his things off on the counter listening to the soft sound of the voice though the thin walls.
"Who found out that nothing can capture a heart like a melody can? Well, whoever it was, I'm a fan so I say…" Grunting He worked around his tie, pulling at it until it came undone, slipping it off and of course sighing again through his nose. What to do, what to do.

"Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing Thanks for all the joy they're bringing who can live without it, I ask in all honesty what would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we?" This guy was seriously not going to shut up was he?

After a long day at work, one Sasori Akasuna liked to relax, even if his house was only half unpacked. Still in his work slacks and grey shirt, he growled.

Was that his luck or what? Still it was good and whatever angel from heaven gave him a voice he found himself grateful. For is this person- clearly male- was cursed with a voice from hell, Sasori would have to kill him and move again. And damn it all, that was annoying.

"So I say thank you for the music for giving it to me"

In the mean time, Sasori pulled up a chair for the bar he used to have and sat at the small island in his kitchen with his brief-case, popping it open listening to the song as someone from the other apartment stepped out and hit the door next to his.

"Shut it, will yah kid? We're trying to sleep here, yah ass hole!" Now, Sasori shorted, that wasn't something you heard from an old lady every day.

When he only got louder, the one lady seemed to relent and go back into her own home, slamming the door loudly.

"I've been so lucky; I am the girl with golden hair I wanna sing it out to everybody what a joy, what a life, what a chance!" Leaning back in his seat, he crossed his arms behind his head, trying to relax, at least to the sound if he couldn't get away from it.

He was known for a temper, a grumpy manner in which he carried himself but he couldn't help it. How he was raised annoying things and being late where bad, and well he figured they were annoying as shit. Call it a tick but Sasori had to be on time, running late or lagging during the day wasn't something he did. Hard ball or whatever you wanted to call him- that's what he was for sure and he wouldn't deny it.

Shifting slightly in his seat he glared at the wall, rubbing his temples. Right he had a pretty voice but where would that get Sasori? One step closer to being alone the rest of his life, why? Well Sasori wasn't exactly a social butterfly.

Putting it simply he hated most people what made him think he wouldn't hate and or scare this person away?

"So I say Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing Thanks for all the joy they're bringing" Who's to say though, that Sasori didn't have the slightest of chances at friendship with this fool, who sang at the top of his lungs at Eight at night, doing got knows what.

So, here it goes.

Sasori stood from his spot, abandoning his papers walking to the door to go next door to meet this person. This man who had a pretty voice and allowed his voice to defiantly bellow through the entire third floor of this building.

-Break line!-

"Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty" The blond sang loudly his heart barred into the words, sown deeply into them, annoying further the neighbors he assumed. When in all honesty, he couldn't care what they did to him when he finished his song, what they did to him later had nothing to do with what he did now. And that happened to be singing in his kitchen slash dinning area eating pancakes that were cooling, drinking cheep wine and enjoying strawberries and syrup.

Swaying in his chair, he closed his eyes, holding the wine glass in his hand swiveling the wine in it. "What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we?" It would be his dinner prayer, which he usually didn't ever have but hell! He'd do what he wanted.

Leaning forward he took a deep smell of the food before him and sighed it out licking his lips eyes cracking open. The only visible one being the right one since his rather thick strait blond hair hung over the left.
"So I say thank you for the music for giving it to me…" Just as he lifted the cup to take a drink, he was startled out of it by the soft but demanding knock to his door. Waiting for a yell or a scold he silenced, the song was over anyways. Shuffling to his feet, He stood and approached the door his food becoming colder by the minute and now this?

"Yeah, what? Hmm?" He snapped as he unlocked his door opening it just a little to peer out at a red headed man standing out there.

The confused coppery red color of his eyes gaze into the surprised blue of his own and the blonde found himself struck, what to say now? The man cleared his throat and without care leaned to the left, "Hello." He said his voice kind of deep, but pleasing to the ears. "You were singing and…"

"What about it? Un? What do you want?" Deidara finished blinking opening the door further. What a change, someone was actually trying to calmly talk to him about the bellowing noise that came from this throat instead of yelling at him. The red head made a cute face (To him anyways) and shook his head, "..I was just going to say I wanted to come meet the person behind the voice." The red head started shuffling his feet a little. " No need to be rude to me." Sasori supplied under his breath looking away from the door and the blonde.

"Oh…." He slumped against the frame, a smile slowly coming to his face. "Un, I'm Deidara." He started holding out his hand, "And yes that was me. You like?" Wiggling a blonde eye brow he shook the red heads hand the scornful looking face easing into a small, dare Deidara say, soft smile. Beautiful.

"..Most definitely. I'm Sasori Akasuna. New..to the building." Deidara nodded at him releasing his slightly smaller hand looking at the door next to his. "Oh yeah? No wonder you aren't yelling at me." He laughed then stepping aside a little.

"Well, nice meeting you Sasori? Come in will yah? Haven't had company in a while and heck why not celebrate with someone?" He supplied sweetly bounding away from the door leaving it open before Sasori could protest

Upon entering he cringed at the smell. It was clay and Smokey- like a candle was just blow out but the faint sent of berries was still there. Closing the door behind him he entered more and into the small apartment he emerged cringing at how utterly small this one was next to his own. Then again he did have the sweet-house on the third floor- so this was to be expected was it not?

"Sit, sit, here." Deidara ushered pushing the red head into a chair that was wobbly and creaked under his weight. And Sasori was not some big guy so this chair must be unstable. "Thank you…" Sasori said softly watching as the blond sat across from him and started to eat his pancakes, the red head just staring absently.

Pancakes, and wine, and strawberries this guy either had weird taste or couldn't afford anything more then this.

"Maybe you should come over to my home sometime." Sasori supplied looking anywhere but where the blonde was.

"..I don't get much company. And what better way to learn more about your Neighbors." Sasori murmured under his breath coming up with a good reason to invite the pretty blonde boy over.

Nodding in agreement after some shock, Deidara grinned looking at his plate with a longing then up at his sculpture which the red head was staring at now. It was in front of him, so that, Deidara assumed, was obviously nothing to be shocked over.

What one song could do for someone- maybe the words in that tune rang true. Deidara smirked as he swallowed a nice drink of that wine. True indeed.