This is...I don't know.

God. I'm being extremely random in what I type right now. The idea of this is when a friend and his friends went to his house. They ended up, well...-shrug- Abusing the microwave...and the freezer.

Disclaimer : I don't own the characters. Plot's mine.

Chapter 2

First Night: No, honey, you don't put a phone in a microwave

Deidara pushed the door open and stared at the inside of Sasori's apartment. Well, it wasn't what he expected. He'd expected Sasori to be a man of simpler terms but dear god...Sasori's apartment was huge! Probably thrice as large as Itachi's. And that was saying something – it didn't even look like an apartment, more like a condo for rich studs.

His mouth dropped open as he stepped on the marble floor, bags dropped. He had pouted all the way here because Sasori and Itachi made it a point to say a few "things" to each other about a certain freeloader blond. He slammed the door behind him and jumped on the couch, arms spread out as he looked at the ceiling.

"This looks like something that comes out from a dream, yeah." Deidara said. The door clicked open and Sasori banged it close, hair dripping wet, clothes soaked and face flushed with anger. He was always one to hold his emotions in but the blond was being a complete spazz. More so than usual.

He walked over towards Deidara who was busy flipping through the channels and snatched the remote from his hand. He threw it over his shoulder and the remote landed with a dull thud on the other side of the room. "Deidara. What the hell are you thinking?"

Deidara looked taken aback, he contemplated, a finger on his chin and pouted at Sasori, his lower lip pushed out. "B-but Sasori...You can't let me sleep on the streets? Like a...Like a hobo!"

The redhead ran a hand through his already-messy-hair and shook his head as he fell on the chair behind him. Great. Now the furniture was soaked because ditzy Deidara wanted to hog the umbrella all to himself.

"Cause you know, 'Sori, that we already have a hobo, yeah." Deidara perked up and smiled coyly at Sasori. The shorter youth tilted his head as if prompting Deidara to continue. "We have Hidan for that!" Sasori could've face-palmed himself but instead, he composed himself and stood up, throwing his coat on the hanger. Deidara stared at Sasori for a while. Well, his friend did look hot...and cute. Shrugging, Deidara chortled and removed his own jacket (which was not as soaked as Sasori's because he had the need to keep the umbrella all to himself) and hanged it on the rack.

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He threw his bags on his new bed. Sasori's guest room was bigger than the one Itachi's place had. He walked over towards the mirror to check himself out and ran a hand through his hair, messy up his ponytail. He flipped at his bangs and grinned. He looked cute – and god was the blond vain. He pulled at his hair and brushed it using his fingers, now bringing a band to tie it up – all of it this time. He merely left a few stray locks of gold colored hair to frame his face.

"I look great like this, yeah." Deidara said, winking at his own reflection as he took off his shirt and changed to a dryer and much more comfortable one.

With one last glance, he walked out of his room only to find Sasori busy with a book. The redhead was sitting in front of the fireplace and was obviously engrossed in his material. Deciding to annoy him later, Deidara picked up the phone and went into a random room – the kitchen. He took in the place and leaned on a counter.

Punching in a friend's number, he drummed his fingers on the counter. Finally, someone picked up.

"What do you want?" A raspy voice said from the other end of the line.

"Money whore, yeah. I need a job since I'm staying here at Sasori's." Deidara said, a smile on his face.

"You never bothered to look for one when you were at Itachi's." Kakuzu said coldly.

Deidara shrugged, even though Kakuzu couldn't see it. "Yeah. Well, Itachi's a prick. So the job, yeah?"

"No, blondie." With that, Kakuzu hung up. Deidara frowned, eyebrows contorted. Both his eyes were now visible and they were obviously annoyed. He blew at a strand of hair and threw the phone to the counter. Deidara had anger management issues, really, he did.

He started to pace when he spotted a familiar object. "Damn you, Kakuzu, yeah." Deidara muttered, pushing a button. The microwave opened and his jammed the phone there. Accidentally – really, it was an accident – his elbows found the on button and he didn't even notice it. He walked off, grumbling, and went back to his new room.

A minute or so later, the door flew open and there stood a quite stressed-out looking Sasori. Deidara caught the smell of something burning. "You cooking, yeah?" he asked, he was lying on his stomach and was reading a magazine.

Sasori's reply was when he threw something at Deidara, a burnt looking something that reeked of burnt metal.

"What's that, yeah?" Deidara said, eyebrows raised as he looked at the thing.

"That, Deidara, was once a phone. Has it never come to you that you could eat a phone?" Sasori was gripping at the door knob. Deidara had just arrived an hour ago and he was already driving Sasori up the wall.

"No, that'd be stupid, yeah."

"Yes, Deidara. Quite stupid. Now won't you tell me why in Hell you tried to heat the phone?"

Deidara was only dumbstruck. He looked at the phone then at Sasori. A dawning look of comprehension passed his handsome yet girlish features and the redhead nodded, a crooked smile on his face.

If his life wasn't on the line – well, his butt, anyway – Deidara would've taken a picture because Sasori looked like a little kid that seemed to be pissed because another kid took his toy. Now, though, Sasori was pissed because a supposed mature lad decided to act like a stupid idiot. "...It was an accident! Sorry, yeah?" Deidara tried to grin but it only came out as a grimace as Sasori gave him the look of pure annoyance and pure pissed-off-ness.