Author's notes: Uh. Well, I don't mean to offend any hockey players in this chapter. oo Sorry.
Warnings: Lotsa swearing, hockey bashing, shameless flirting.
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Once the blonde retrieved his money, he went to catch up with his Danna upstairs. Upon arriving, a sign hung above the entrance. Blinding neon words were displayed to anyone who read it; "VILLA PIZZA".
Deidara began searching for Sasori, and ultimately failed; a number of hockey players were lounging around the snack bar, making it harder for the clay artist to continue his hunt. Their muscular build and height (especially with their skates on) hid his rather short redheaded friend from view.
As the blonde walked past a table, he received a whistle from one of the players. Deidara bit his lip, trying to hold back a nasty comment for them. Unfortunately, once it was heard by the other players, Deidara seemed to catch more attention. More wolf whistles erupted from one of the tables, causing most of the eyes in Villa Pizza to look at what all the commotion was about. Embarrassed, Deidara continued his way forward, but a towering figure blocked him. Three hockey players stood in his way, all of the grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Hey lil' lady… you lookin' for anyone special up here? You know, cuz, we could provide some entertainment after I've finished my game…" He said lazily, his grin never disappearing. He ducked his head towards Deidara's eye level, a lustful tone in his eyes.
Thoroughly disgusted, Deidara backed away. What, did they not notice his lack of chest? Where they that dumb? Really, Deidara had thought hockey players were idiots, but now he was convinced.
"Excuse me, un, I actually am looking for someone special," He replied, grinning. He felt the atmosphere around him tense as his rather manly voice reached the ones in ear shot. The majority turned their backs and went back to what they were previously doing, while some looked on with newfound curiosity. "And I'm sure you'd love to have fun with me once I fuck up your face."
The brunette was in shock, albeit it didn't last long. The same eerie smile appeared once again. He leaned in closer, until they were almost nose to nose. Deidara instantly stiffened as his personal bubble was invaded. "Ya know what? I have this thing for feisty blondes. All you're doin' is just makin' me want ya more, cutie…" He licked his lips as he said the words, his eyes shining like a predator would as it cornered its prey. The brunette player's friends had stealthy positioned themselves in back of Deidara, incase he decided to run. And if the blonde darted sideways, they could easily snag him.
Deidara squirmed in discomfort; he could do one of two (idiotic) things. Punch this fucktard in the face, or run. Despite how futile it may be, the blonde chose the latter. Without a second thought, he darted around behind the brunette and went to push him into his lackeys. After that, the clay artist had to contemplate the closest escape. There were three ways out. First, there were the stairs from which he came that lead into the lobby. Well, that choice was eliminated. Then there was the door that led into the skating rink. Finally, there was an exit all the way in the back of the snack bar, and Deidara was clueless as to where it would take him. He decided on the entrance to the skating rink.
As soon as he opened the door, the clay artist ran into something - or, in truth, someone. Ouch. As the blonde looked up, rubbing his head gingerly, he stared at the object of his question. Great. It was Sasori.
Well, this could be pretty ugly, Deidara reflected. Sasori has been known to be very dangerous if someone gave him the wrong look. And these guys are perfect for the job.
"Deidara?" He questioned, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
Deidara only gave him a sheepish grin, before he felt pain throb at the back of his head. The blonde yelped in surprise, trying to pull away from whoever had a hold on his ponytail.
Sasori glared at Deidara's attacker; it was none other than the brunette, who had gotten up and predictably followed the blonde. Too bad Deidara's escape didn't go as planned. The redhead immediately stepped into action as the clay artist whimpered pathetically. Sasori grabbed the man's wrist, digging his nails into the flesh. Despite contrary belief, Sasori would also step into action if any close to him was hurt. And fuck, no one knew (besides the puppeteer himself)
"Let go of him, please," The puppet master coolly commanded, half-lidded eyes glinted with annoyance. The brunette only smirked; why would a tough hockey player like him submit to the demands of such a short, and seemingly younger, person? He'll do that as soon as hell froze over. The hockey player gave the redhead 'The Look' Sasori had been waiting for, and Sasori grinned inwardly.
And at that moment, the underworld must have dropped below freezing for the brunette's wrist was screaming in pain. Sasori had gone and twisted it, his facial features stoic as he committed such a cruel, albeit an oh-so-deserving act. The hockey player let go, cradling his injured wrist. By now, a crowd had started to form around the fight, and no one was even attempting to stop them; they only cheered the fighters on. That is until a menacing voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife, making both Deidara and Sasori inwardly flinch.
"What's going on here?" Pein had pushed his way through the crowd, glancing from the artists to the hockey players. He wrinkled his nose in distaste before motioning for Deidara and Sasori to follow him. The redhead and blonde gave each other an 'oh shit' look, before straightening themselves out and following their leader.
Once in the lobby, Pein let out an exasperated sigh. "Wow, you guys. I'm amazed. Do you know how much you all fucking act like children? I can see blondie here getting in a fight, but I didn't expect you, Sasori, to get into one, and—"
"Excuse me, un," Deidara interjected, "Sasori-danna was only trying to—"
"The guy looked at me wrong, Pein-sama," Sasori interrupted the previous interrupter, and continued, "And after all, aren't we a gang? As in, aren't we're supposed to beat the shit out of people?"
"No shit, Sasori, but this is different—"
"Uuuuunnn!"
"Then why couldn't I fight him?!"
"Would you two listen to me—"
"Can I say something, un?"
"Pein-sama, with all due respect, I—"
"QUIET!" Pein was seething with annoyance, and the artists could almost see a vein throb on their leader's forehead. The orange-haired man rubbed his aching temple with his fingers, before continuing. "The reason why I won't let you fight anyone here is because I simply don't want to get kicked out of here. Okay? Hidan already fucked up major for our group's impression, and you can bet your pretty asses the staff here are watching us. Your fight isn't gonna help either, so cool down for awhile. If you see those people when we leave, I'll let you go ahead and fuck them up."
There was a brief pause, before Deidara spoke up. "Pein-sama, un, is there any reason as to why you're so fixed on staying here?" Sasori picked up on this and grinned.
"Yeah, why would you care so much if we got kicked out? It's not like we come here often."
Pein glared at the pair, all the while trying to wrack an excuse from his brain. "Why shouldn't I care? I take you guys enjoy yourselves today, on my Saturday, and this how you repay me?"
"You offered to take us here - it's not like we begged on our hands and knees and kissed your feet afterwards," Sasori snorted, preoccupied in watching a kid insert money into the vending machine. Unfortunately, the vending machine refused to offer any of its goods to the boy, only resulting in the brat crying.
"Sasori-danna's right, un!
"Fuck you guys. Can't you be more like Konan? At least she doesn't bitch as much as blondie over there." Deidara scowled.
"I so don't bitch, un!" Silence passed over them. "..Right?" Sasori coughed a little, and Pein smirked triumphantly. The blond whimpered, looking at his redheaded friend for affirmation. "I don't whine that much, do I, Danna?"
Sasori shifted uncomfortably as Deidara stared him down with a cute pout. But Sasori knew that that rather adorable pout was covering up an ugly face twisted with murderous intent. The puppeteer shuddered involuntarily. "Well... yea, you do." Deidara was about to start when suddenly a voice came from behind.
"Hey guys...! Pein, I've been looking for you everywhere! Where the hell have you been!?" Konan was striding towards them, shooting an unpleasant look at the pierced man. Pein rolled his eyes.
"I told you I was going to find—"
"No you didn't, you fucker! You fucking left me near a bunch of lecherous old men! God, and I don't need anymore people on my List!" She dramatically shook her head, a playful smirk etched on her lips. Per usual, Konan couldn't be mad at anyone for long, especially if it was Pein.
Deidara's interest sparked. "List, un?"
Konan's eyes flashes with an expression Deidara couldn't place, before she grinned. "Ya, the List," She glanced at Pein, who groaned audibly. "The one I made to keep track of everyone who wants my body. Want to join it?" She smirked again, and Deidara flushed a bit, looking away. "And that lovely pervert over there is the first one on my List." She jerked her thumb towards Pein and received a death glare. It was known that the only person who was allowed to mess with the Leader of the Akatsuki was her; anyone else would be brutally maimed by the pierced man's temper. Pein sighed and leant against the wall, shaking his head.
"Konan, Konan, when will you ever learn?" Pein frowned and wagged his finger at her. "It's you who wants my body."
"Psh. You wish."
"Luv, who do you think you're kidding? You've been all over me since I first met you."
"And you're just in denial because you can't have me." She stuck her tongue out, and Pein made a comment about that if she didn't close her mouth, he'd do that for her.
As the two continued to shamelessly flirt, Deidara and Sasori slowly inched away. It's nice that they're all lovey-dovey, but it was sort of awkward.
Sasori sighed, checking the time. The clock behind the lobby's desk read 12:30. Damn. They still had to burn off about five more hours. That sounded like loads of fun. "Hmm… should we go to the Arcade, Dei? ...Possibly LazerZone?"
Deidara seemed to light up at the puppeteer's comment. "Ha, you just read my mind, un! We should grab Itachi and Kisame… possibly Hidan and Kakuzu, too."
"Oh? What about Zetsu? Or more importantly, Tobi?" A wicked grin appeared over Sasori's lips. How did that idiot manage to piss of Deidara with just a plain 'Hi'? Props to him, the redhead thought, a smirk twisting at the corners of his lips.
"Fuck no, un! I don't care about Zetsu, but definitely not him- Wait, hold that thought! No! We should invite him!" A look of blatant evil spread over his face, and Sasori couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah. I've also been meaning to give a little something to Itachi and Hidan for awhile, too…"
The two artists walked off to gather their party, their moods considerably brightened since their incident only ten minutes ago.
Oh joy, only a few more hours to go.
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Lolchapter2. I'll try to update sooner. I had 2 projects over the week, and skating. D: I have a life too, ya know.
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