Long strands of blond hair swirled in the air right in front of the redhead. Sasori swallowed lightly when he understood what Hidan had meant before. Stunned he watched how the blond, who was quite thin but still taller than Sasori, danced past him.

Sasori would never spoke of it aloud, but he danced… very good. But still, very odd. Sasori could ponder himself mad if he tried to recognize the moves Deidara did, where the hell did he got the inspiration? Anger and a little bit of envy smoldered in his belly. Who the hell was this guy? Who thought he could dance when he actually couldn't. The redhead could tell that Deidara wasn't taught by an international well-known dancer, as he himself was, but he couldn't ignore that the blond had talent. Yet, no training. Sasori could bet that this guy didn't even go to a dance-school, like he did, because then Sasori would have heard of him. Or at least, seen him around the campus.

Hell no. This guy couldn't dance properly. It didn't matter if the whole basement was watching him when he moved, admired him. They knew nothing anyway.

"Pft." Sasori snorted once more when he felt Hidan's cocky stare in his neck. "He can't dance; he has some good moves and maybe some talent. But, no training, no good dancer." Sasori claimed, and turned around the face Hidan. The albino sighed, and shrugged his shoulder.

"Then I have no choice" He murmured, and before Sasori could react he turned against the blonde who just passed by him. Hidan grabbed Deidara's arm so they both faced each other.

"Oh! It's you Hidan!" Deidara smiled, stroked a couple of long blond strands behind his ear since they was in the way. Hidan nodded enthusiastically, and grinned wide before he turned against Sasori, who still hadn't had time to react properly.

"This is my boyfriend's friend Sasori, and let us just get right to the point.." Hidan talked slowly, and gave Sasori a knowing smile. The redhead shortly understood what Hidan was going to say, and tried to prevent him.

"No, it was nothing. Hidan, it's no need for you to-"

"He said that you can't dance!" Hidan blurted out, and grinned evilly against the redhead.

Deidara turned slowly against Sasori, who couldn't help but being surprised how dangerous the girly guy could look if he wanted to. Since Sasori was an honest person he kept quiet, didn't want to make it even worse but refused to lie.

"You don't think I can dance eh? Who are you to judge my dancing?" Was it just Sasori's imagination, or were Deidara's azure blue eyes a little darker than them had been before? Deidara took a couple of steps closer to him, to make a threatening stance. Sasori could barely see how Hidan cowardly walked away from the scene.

"Actually, I just said you weren't a good dancer. " Corrected Sasori, smiled mischievously.

"And, it wasn't supposed to be critic, of a matter of fact, you were never meant to hear it in the first place. Hidan just… insisted on it. " Sasori opened his mouth to speak once again when Deidara interrupted him, with fury burning in his eyes.

"Shut up!" He shouted, right into Sasori face. Sasori though didn't even flinch.

"I don't care if you were going to say it to me, you meant it. And, if you think that you're so good why don't you show me?" Deidara's voice was clearly threatening. Sasori sighed heavily.

"I'd rather not. I won't dance in front of these-"

Deidara cut him off again, with a small smirk.

" Fuck off, you cowardly shrimp!" He turned around, but this time Sasori stopped him.

Deidara had touched two sensitive spots, he had lied about Sasori (He wasn't a coward) and insulted him for something that he couldn't do anything about.

"Sure." Sasori said his voice still quite emotionless but his expression was harsher than before.

They turned against the dancefloor, both very concentrated. All the other people had gathered around a wide circle. Oh, splendid Sasori thought, everyone is going to watch, wonder if this is Hidan's doings?
But the redhead had no more time to think about it, because when he glanced at his rival he saw how he already began to move. He closed his big brown eyes, and ran a hand through his red hair. He had no reason to be worried, he told himself, and he was clearly superior to this newbie. But, even though he had the training to his advantage he wasn't used to dance to this kind of music. It didn't take long to get into the heavy rhythm though. Soon they were both dancing, moved fasted into the increasing beat.

Slowly Sasori opened his eyes, just to make sure he didn't dance right into someone. He just couldn't fight the impulse to glance at his opponent. He's copying me! Sasori couldn't believe that any dancer, if Deidara could be called that, could sink so low to copying someone. Sasori gritted his teeth, and could see that Deidara did the same, gave him a deadly glare.

That little shrimp is copying me, what a little brat! Deidara thought, and glared angry at Sasori who gritted his teeth back at him.

The following minutes the both of them tried to do the most outrageous and shocking moves as they could imagine. But still, they ended up doing exactly the same. Several minutes later, when the beat slowly faded and Sasori and Deidara both exhausted slowed down.

"IMPOSTER!" They accused each other, both with gritted teeth and rested one of their hands on their knee, and the other pointed angrily at the other.

// a bit messy, knows'. But I like it :3 Hope you'll enjoy it too! Tries to update soon, like, maybe later today. //