IMPORTANT NOTE!!: Well!! Guess what, people!! I'm aliiiiiiiive!! ..unfortunately. I realize i haven't updated anything in over a year, un...and i sinerely apologize for that. I've just...i've been having a really hard time, lately. Been in-and-out of severe depression, mood-swings, and (sadly) lets just say 'more than 5' suicide attempts, un. But!! I'm still here!! Thanks to the girl i love...she stopped me from throwing everything away, un, and helped me realize that there ARE better things out there...(even if she doesn't love me back, i'll get over her in time). So...i'm BACK!! With renewed vigour!!

A/N: So!! This is a Sasori-Deidara ROMANCE/DRAMA/slight humor. It's not gonna be instant "OMG, i lurve you", and NO SEX STRAIGHT-OFF-THE-BAT!! I'm leaving (some) room for character/plot development. Hope you don't mind, un! There WILL, however, un, be a rape in chapter 2, but i WILL NOT go into detail. There WILL be lemons later on, though, un, so hold your horses!!

Disclaimer: I don't own naruto, or it would consist of ALL gay/lesbian couples, un, and there would be looooots of sex. XD

R&R, onegai shimasu??

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Chapter 1 - How It All Began

Sasori glared down at the petite blonde standing before him

Sasori glared down at the petite blonde standing before him. Why? He'd been working on his own for years, since the damn snake had left...so why did Pein set him up with another partner, after all this time?

"You can quit staring at me, un. You're starting to piss me off."

Startled out of his reverie, Sasori blinked, taken aback by the boy's direct rudeness. Deciding to intervene before things got out-of-hand, Pein - the young leader of the Akatsuki - began the introductions.

"Sasori, meet Iwa no Deidara. From this day forward, the two of you are...partners in crime," informed Pein with a sinister smirk. The young blonde named Deidara rolled his eyes.

"I can introduce myself later, un. Right now i just want to go to my room, and sleep. Stupid Uchiha-bastard really did a number on me, un. You should be more polite, if you want people to submit to you, and follow your orders."

"Ooh, you shouldn't have said that, kid," thought the puppet-master with a mental grimace. "Not to this guy, anyway. You're gonna get your ass handed to you on a silver platter."

"You think so, do you?" asked Pein with renewed interest. "Sasori, show him where he'll be staying, and explain how things work here….. And try to teach him some manners," he added as an afterthought.

Sasori nodded, and turned to walk down the long, dark hallway. He didn't look behind him to see if Deidara was following; he could hear the blonde's light footsteps.

"You shouldn't have done that," admonished Sasori, quietly.

"Done what, un?"

"Talked to the Leader like that. You don't know what you just got yourself into, gaki."

Deidara twitched at the name Sasori had called him, but chose to ignore it…momentarily.

"And what, exactly, did I just get myself into, un?"

"Most likely, a world of shit. The Leader has…interesting preferences. Possibly, you just signed your own death-wish." Sasori couldn't help but smirk at his revelations. Deidara had a full-body twitch, as he shuddered. But he didn't say anything else.

It took only five minutes for them to reach "Deidara's" room. Sasori opened the door, and allowed the young shinobi to pass through. But instead of leaving, Sasori followed him inside, lightly shutting the door behind him. Deidara stared with narrowed eyes as the red-haired shinobi walked to the single closet, opened it up, and began rummaging through it. He pulled out a large cloak - matching his own - and tossed it to Deidara, who caught it with lightning reflexes. Instead of putting it on, however, he merely continued to stare at the older man.

"What!?" snapped Sasori, irritably. "You thought you had the room all to yourself? Think again, gaki."

"Eeeeehhh!? Don't call me a brat, un, you…you……..you baka!"

"…..just put on the cloak. We'll have one made to fit you later. Until then, you wear my clothes. Got it….gaki?"

Deidara sneered. "Yes….Sasori-danna!"

Sasori twitched. He didn't attack, didn't yell at the kid. In fact, he said nothing at all. He just twitched. Deidara smirked in what he thought was triumph, until…

"Take off your clothes."

"NANI!?"

Sasori sighed and went back to dig around in the closet. He threw a fishnet shirt, and black pants at Deidara, who didn't catch them this time. He just continued to stare at his 'partner'.

"You can't walk around in those," stated Sasori, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The blonde was currently wearing a black sleeveless top, wrapped snuggly around his slight form like a kimono - forest green sash included. He also donned loose, cream-colored shorts, that came to just above his knees. Both articles were tattered, and covered in blood - as was the boy, himself - thanks to Itachi, who was sent to retrieve the boy…..with force, apparently.

"Fine, un. But turn around!"

Sasori did as he was told, and made to face the other side of the room, but Deidara was no longer paying any attention to him. Sasori watched discreetly, as the teen pulled of his shirt, to reveal a long, jagged white scar, running from his right shoulder, to his left hip. It seemed to continue down past his low waistband. Sasori was highly curious about the mark, but decided any questions best wait till later. For the sake of decency - not that he was at all interested in the first place - the red-head turned back to face the wall, once the blonde began to unbuckle his shorts. He waited, listening to the sounds of rustling clothing. The sounds stopped, and he turned back to look at the boy. He couldn't help his eyes widening at the sight before him.

The shirt was snug against Deidara's flat, well-toned chest, and revealed the pale, smooth skin underneath. The pants were wide around his hips, and hung quite low, but they stayed up, thankfully.

"…you're staring at me, un," mumbled Deidara, blushing under the intense gaze. "Again."

Before Sasori could think of a reasonable excuse, there was a knock on the door. A woman's voice called out from behind it.

"Dinner's ready. Hurry your asses up, or you won't get none!" Then her footsteps retreated.

Sasori took one last look at Deidara, before opening the door, and stalking out.

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Hey there, readers-chan!! Well, there we go! I know it's slow, un, but it will pick up, i promise!! And i'm gonna stay alive for this one, un!! I already have chapters 2 and 3 done, un, so i'll try to put them up as soon as i finish with this one, ne?