I was toying with the idea of continuing this thing. So I did. The titles of the chapters are lines from the song I've named this after.
I know Sasori is a lot more than six years older than Deidara. However, this is AU and I wanted to make it a little more feasible for them to meet each other. I know age shouldn't matter and people in relationships with much bigger agegaps exist (my brother and his ladyfriend are a shining example), but I personally am more comfortable with this. Sasori is slightly out of character, but I'm using the excuse he's getting drunk and trying to be nice. yeah.
If any of the two german words are unfamiliar to you, I assure you google will answer any questions. The market they meet it is based loosely on the Christmas markets that run from mid November to Christmas in my home town of Manchester. I adore them to pieces and the two stalls mentioned are ones I frequent myself. My only other thought is that this isn't quite as pretty as my other stories/chapters. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!
Orange

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, The Akatsuki, the song "fingerprints and photographs" or Kevin Devine

Chapter Two: Two More Drinks And I'll Forget Everything

I watched the retreating back of Itachi sadly. The raven hair of the latter was blowing messily in the wind. He'd offered up his excuse, he couldn't stay with us, some trouble at home with his brother needed attending.

So now our evening out was cancelled, or so I presumed. The teenager stood beside me and rested his hands on his (rather feminine I must say) hips. He was a school friend of Itachi's apparently, making him six years younger than myself. I couldn't recall his name, despite the other boy having only just introduced us. Deciding I should probably head home if everyone else was I took out a cigarette and made to walk off.

"Hey, where are you going, yeah?" the boy spoke up; his face was screwed up as though puzzled.

"Home. There's no reason to stay if my friends aren't here," I answered bluntly. "Plus I have a project to work on."

He looked upset by this and let out an irritated sigh.

"Just because they ditched us, doesn't mean we can't hang out. Besides we could get to know each other?" he suggested. I took a long drag on my cigarette before considering my reply.

"I suppose I may as well. At least then my bus fare won't have been wasted," I responded. I blew out a thick plume of smoke, before inhaling my nicotine fix once again. The smoke rose delicately through the air between us, forming spirals.

"Ha, you sound like Kakuzu, un," the short blonde beamed. Though, I'm really not anyone to be calling others short. The kid was probably taller than me, now I looked him over. Hmm, he seemed to be rather attractive, so I looked him over again. He was definitely attractive with that glossy golden hair of his and those aforementioned hips. He was somewhat slender, and looked like the type to take great pride in his appearance. Those blue eyes of his were lined neatly with kohl. I stubbed the cigarette out under my toes and indicated he'd persuaded me.

"So," I began as the pair of us turned to walk into the town square, "you know my friend Kakuzu?"

"I sure do," he replied instantly, "I met him last time we had a meet up. You couldn't make it. Itachi said it was something about models."

I groaned. Itachi would look at it like that. Thankfully, the teen neither noticed me staring at him while he walked, nor did he notice the annoyed noise I let out. Town was surprisingly quiet. As a group we'd arranged to meet and wander around the Christmas markets for the evening. Usually the winter markets hummed with throngs of shoppers, but tonight they were less busy. This wasn't a bad thing. I'm not overly keen on large crowds of people.

I was content to amble around the stalls slowly. My companion however had other ideas. He tugged me along impatiently, pointing at various ornaments on some stalls, and then drooling over the pastries of another. I agreed that the festive baubles were rather pretty, the artfully blown and painted glass glittered at us from each stall. Many of them depicted traditional nativity scenes, or jolly picture of Father Christmas. We eventually stopped for a drink. Offering to pay I was surprised when he stated he merely wanted a hot chocolate.

"Really?" I questioned him again, "don't you want a glühwein or something?"

"I'm not old enough, yeah," he said quietly. Had I insulted him? He gave off a rather proud air and was suddenly quiet when reminded he was only sixteen.

"So," I informed him, rolling my eyes, "I'm paying, you just stay out of the way while I order."

"Really?" he asked, grinning again, I nodded and he scurried away to wait for me.

With the two spiced drinks in hand I found him staring in awe at the weihnachtspyramide. The tall wooden structure was swirling slowly in the evening breeze. This same wind was allowing the blonde's hair to flow delicately as he watched the decoration. I sipped slowly at the ruby coloured liquid, savouring the hints of cinammon I could taste.

"I wish I could make something like this," he muttered thanking me for the drink. He took a small gulp of it, a small pink tongue peeking out to lick his lips of escaped droplets.

"I probably could," I shrugged. There was no point being modest. "I'm studying carpentry at the moment."

"Oh wow!" the teen exclaimed, "That must be a real art, un"

So he was interested in art. I finished my hot wine as we chatted about various art related things. It turned out I wasn't the only friend of Itachi's interested in sculpture. The more that we talked to each other, the more we drank. I knew I was growing tipsy. Especially when we changed from heated alcohol consumption to chocolate covered fruit. The blonde decided on a white chocolate dipped banana and was licking at it suggestively. I snorted and informed him so. His response was a cheeky wink and a confident smirk.

"You're such a brat," I scoffed, taking a small bite from my own chunk of dark chocolate covered pineapple.

"You love it, un" he laughed, finally eating the fruit properly and glancing at his watch. "I should really get going. I have college in the morning."

"Yes, I'm supposed to be working too," I informed the teen. We stopped at the edge of the markets, taking a few moments to say goodbye. Taking in my inebriated state, and using his advantage in height the blonde took a quick second to lean down and kiss me. It was nothing more than a quick peck, but it threw me off a few seconds later when I realised what had happened.

"I'll see you around!" he spoke chirpily. He promptly ran off down a side street, golden locks shining in the lamplight.

I woke up the next day and mentally chided myself. Damnit Sasori, you fell for a teenager. And you let him kiss you, you idiot. He was cute though, I should really ask Itachi for his number...

And his name.