I can't stop starting new fics without finishing the old ones. I am working on it I swear! Here is a story that hopefully stays different from my other fics.
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Coin Operated Boy
Sitting on the shelf
He is just a toy
Deidara sighed heavily as he heaved the last unopened box onto the kitchen counter, cringing at the awful sound the porcelain plates made as they moved against each other. Pulling the tie out of his hair he shook his blonde hair out and began running his lithe fingers through it.
The day had been long and hard but well worth his new found independence. This was going to be the first time he lived alone, without a boyfriend, without his sister, without anyone.
Sighing again and placing his hands on his hips, Deidara looked around the room with mild irritation. Everything was either in boxes or carelessly strewn about, it was going to take him forever to sort through and set everything up. Kakuzu and Hidan had bolted as soon as the boxes were out of their car and unloaded into the apartment, with Hidan mouthing something about hormonal gay men being hard to handle.
Says the man who threatens to chop people's heads off if they so much as look at his boyfriend.
Looking at everything in one place now it was easier to understand that truly he owned so little himself. His exes had always had everything either of them would have ever needed. Now he was left with a single couch, the bed his sister had bought him, his art supplies, kitchen things, and his music; two full boxes of CDs. Acquiring anything more than this in the future would mean more hours at the restaurant or finding more places to sell his art to.
But for now he would just have to decide between getting dinner or setting up and cleaning everything. The cat Tobi had given him as a house warming gift slowly uncurled from his place on the couch, only to stretch and curl back up to sleep again. The universe had decided, dinner then cleaning.
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All that noise, all fucking day. Sasori couldn't believe that the wonderfully quiet neighbours he had previously enjoyed had moved out of the building, leaving space for this wall-banging, loud-talking boy to rent the place. A peaceful six years were opening up to Kami knows how many years of this unwavering irritation.
At least during business hours the Japanese place downstairs offered solace from the rage that was bound to fester for him only seven floors up.
"Can I get you anything else Akasuna-San?" The owner's daughter, a girl of about twelve, lazily took the empty soup bowl from the table and smiled half-heartedly at him. Forcing a pleasant-enough smile onto his face, the red-head handed her his empty mug and grabbed his wallet off the table.
"Just another cup of coffee, please." The false smile quickly faded from his face, his muscles too tired to maintain something so unnatural. She took the cup without her own smile and dragged her feet back to the kitchen. It was quite obvious she had elsewhere to be that wasn't serving grumpy customers in her father's shop. Sasori cared little whether or not she fully believed his false pleasantry, he just wanted his goddamn coffee.
Glancing back to his sketch, he rubbed his tired face with one hand and snatched the pen off of the table. He wouldn't be able to turn this into anything on a canvas, he had no motivation, no drive to create anything. Sasori had to find something new that would wake his inspiration and skill again.
Something banging into the locked door behind him startled him out of his gloomy trance, but started him glaring angrily at the idiot who had not realized only the right hand door was unlocked.
"Jashin shit, sorry un!" The dazed blonde waved apologetically at the owner, who stood behind the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. The Akasuna's eyes widened slightly at the slightly familiar voice wailing and complaining behind him. That brat from next door had found his get-away and was here to spoil this too.
"Uhm… what's really good…? I don't want soup un… noodles! With beef un!" The owner didn't appear to appreciate the irritating voice of his customer, but uncurled his arms to punch the order into the computer.
"Anything else… sir?"
"Coffee please un…" The kid pulled a mountain of change out of his hoodie pocket and started counting it on the counter. The elder man behind the till rolled his eyes and tried to hide the smirk sneaking onto his face, he turned away from the blonde to pour some of the coffee into a mug, presumably for Sasori.
"Damnit un! I'll have to use credit, not quite enough change for noodles." The card was tossed onto the counter passed the change, only to be slid back over to its owner.
"Cash only." The little girl had returned to Sasori with the coffee and without the smile.
"Thanks." Sasori mumbled as he began chugging the coffee back before the girl could even turn away again. He was not sticking around all night to listen to the blonde's failings.
"I'm going to be up all night setting up my apartment though un. I haven't had food in the past two days, please un?" The owner looked almost about ready to toss the sushi knife in his hand at the kid. Roughly sliding the empty coffee mug away from him, Sasori gathered his notebooks and sketches together, while fishing for the twenty out of his wallet. Everything else tucked under one arm; the red-head stormed over to the till and let the bill drop onto the counter.
"The kid's too." The older man smirked a bit but took the money anyways, ringing up the two orders. The blonde stared up at Sasori, with reserved caution. Looking like he was about to speak, Sasori quickly pointed at him and narrowed his eyes.
"On one condition, you eat down here, away from our floor, and for the rest of the time you spend your miserable days in this building you make as little noise as humanly possible." His blue eyes were wide with confusion, and he saw the slight spark of fear. Sasori smirked and turned away, rushing through the door to get back upstairs into his dark warm loft.
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Deidara was left half-thankful, rather annoyed, and a bit confused after the red-head's outburst. That must have been one of the other people who live on his level, if he was agitated by all the noise they had been making. With Kakuzu constantly forgetting things in the car that Deidara needed, and Hidan threatening to decapitate him, he hadn't thought that they had been all that loud.
A nudge from behind him cancelled his thoughts as an open bowl of noodles and beef with veggies was shoved in his face, his coffee sitting on the counter.
"I'd actually like this to go please un." The older man laughed and picked up a spoon to hand to Deidara.
"And I'd like to retire this year, but red told you to stay down here, I suggest you listen to him. As his neighbour you wouldn't want to piss that man off." Deidara gingerly took the soup and spoon, trying to stop himself from snapping back at the man.
"Who the fuck is he to tell me where to eat un?"
But I turn him on
And he comes to life
Automatic joy
That is why I want, a
Coin Operated Boy
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