"Then your classes are canceled for a while, as are mine. Someone planted a bomb last night and it went off at ten this morning."
His face blanched, "What..? I would've been there... Where was it, un?"
"Mr. Sarutobi's art class."
Deidara's face paled further as he whispered, "That's my class, un..."
-x-
Sasori gave a sigh and a nod, showing that he had heard the blond. He ran his pale fingers through his messy crimson hair; he wasn't sure what to do now. He had no real attachment to the blond other than the school they went to. Hell, he hadn't even seen the boy in the school before. So really he had no reason to want to help him. But seeing Deidara so... unlike he had been before he had heard the news made him want to do just that, help him.
"I'm not sure what I'm getting into by doing this, or actually by just sleeping with you last night - and I don't even know if that bomb was meant for you, maybe it was just some terrorist looking to destroy a random school. But if you need help..." The red headed male turned to look through the drawers next to the bed and pulled out a black pen. He grabbed the blond's hand and scribbled a series of numbers on it. "Call me."
Deidara looked at the numbers with dead eyes. He still couldn't believe it - he pretty much owed his life to this near stranger. Deidara's thoughts were drifting in and out of the current moment, but he managed to give a slight nod, "All right, un.. I will. Thank you,"
Both males had finished dressing, and in the end Sasori did give the other his jacket because the shirt really was un-salvageable and in two separate pieces.
They both parted ways after exiting the building, the elder by car and the teen chose to simply walk. His apartment wasn't too far from the club anyway. Only three blocks, or at least that was what he had told the red head after he had been offered a ride home. Really there were about ten blocks to walk, unless he cut through a few alleys, which he didn't plan on doing. He hadn't told the red head - for one reason, he didn't need the elder's charity, and from which direction he had left in he was heading for the opposite direction that he would be walking in anyway.
The blond rubbed at the back of his head in an agitated way after realizing just how messy his normally perfect hair was. He quickly pulled it up into a low ponytail and continued on his way.
The streets weren't the safest in the East part of town, not even during the day. But living in the East was a lot better than living in the South part of town where shootings and rape were a daily occurrence, not to mention everything was grimy and disgusting. Sure, the East wasn't as clean as the North or West, but Deidara called the scruffy neighborhood his home.
Deidara's eyes drifted to the opposite side of the street to glance at the group of men wearing plain orange bandannas around their right arms walking in the opposite direction without giving him a second glance. A small smile lit up the blond's face as he continued his walk in the direction of his apartment.
He stepped over one of the rails of the railroad and walked along, hopping from tie to tie until reaching the next street over from the one he had just been on. He stepped over the other rail and continued down the new street. The blond knew exactly where he was going, but with no school he didn't need to be anywhere too quickly.
Then it hit him: he could go spend the day with one of his closest friends!
The blond moved a bit quicker, down the street, make a left and follow that street all the way to the end, turn down yet another one and finally he had visual of the seven story tall building. Sure, it wasn't the fanciest apartment building around, but Deidara could afford it with the pay he received weekly from his job as a waiter in the West. He actually made enough money to live in the West, but he found moving and being so far from his friends that lived in the same complex to be too much of a hassle.
Deidara entered the building and was greeted by an overly friendly attendant standing behind the desk that ran across the length of the right wall. He waved to the woman before going to the elevator and pressing the button that would bring the elevator down to the ground level. Tapping an impatient foot, he crossed his arms as he watched the numbers along the top light up.
Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One. Deidara counted along with the numbers until finally the doors in front of him opened up, allowing him to step into the empty elevator.
The doors slid shut and the teen pressed the button for the sixth floor before leaning against the back wall, figuring he deserved a small rest. Surprisingly enough he wasn't too sore from last night, but he was aware of just how bright all of the hickeys on his neck had to be. His eyes closed for only a small moment before a ding announcing that he was on his floor made him open them again.
He stepped out as the doors slid closed behind him. Deidara moved down the hall in a daze, now that he was getting closer to his home he wanted to shower so badly, put on clean clothes, eat, then have a nap. Then possibly visit his friends afterward; then again, maybe he would just call the albino. He would probably say something about him being a whore again.
Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, Deidara walked over a door with the number 21 above the frame, slipping the key in the lock and unlocking the door. He pushed the door in and all most as soon as he did a small tumbleweed colored cat jumped on his leg, digging it's nails into the jean fabric.
The blond just rolled his eyes, detaching the kitten from his leg, "Katsu, haven't we discussed this, un? You don't need to jump on everything that comes through the front door." The cat let out a loud meow as Deidara shut the door behind him.
"Yeah, yeah. Food, I know."
Deidara carried the brown cat to the small kitchen and sat him on the counter while he got down a can of cat food. He opened the can and sat it in front of the animal before heading to the bathroom for a shower.
Locking the front door as he walked passed it, he left the bathroom door open in case Katsu wanted to go to the bedroom after he finished eating. Deidara undressed quickly and pulled his hair down to look at himself in the mirror.
Damn... Sasori... how many times did you bite me, un? There were red bite marks and hickeys nearly covering all of his neck - when did the red head even do that? His mind couldn't seem to bring that to the front of his mind at the moment, and with a light sigh he ran his fingers over the sensitive skin. His eyes closed as he pictured the red head being the one to touch his neck; quickly enough, he snapped himself out of the fantasy.
He shook his head, frustrated with himself, then turned to the shower, turning the knob nearly all the way to the far left. Deidara ran a brush through his hair until he noticed stream coming out of the shower. With a grateful smile he slipped behind the curtain and under the water with a groan of pleasure. He definitely needed this. His muscles felt sore and worn out from last night - why did he even do that?
Mostly it was a spur of the moment type thing, he would never do something like that outside of that situation. Then again, it could have been the person. Deidara couldn't even say that the red head wasn't one of the most attractive people he had ever met. Along with that he would happily sleep with the red head again. He lifted his hand to look at the smeared numbers, this time committing them to memory. He knew it would do best to memorize them. Especially if this did end up being some sort of attack at him.
Running the series of numbers through his mind over and over again, Deidara began to wash his long blond hair. He ran his lithe fingers through the strands, untangling it as he went.
His eyes closed once he had finished cleaning his golden locks, another smile on his face. Despite what had happened, he was in a good mood now. The shower had efficiently done it's job. He then began to wash the rest of his body, taking a little bit longer to scrub the fully memorized numbers from his hand.
Once Deidara had finished his shower and shut the water off, he slid the shower curtain open and stepped onto the mat on the floor, reaching over to grab a white towel from the counter opposite him. He dried his hair first, taking longer than he normally would have, just to make sure no water would drip from it. He then moved on to dry the water still streaming down his frame.
After he was completely dry, he put the towel around his neck then proceeded to pad into his bedroom and search for some new clothes to put on for the remainder of the day. It ended up being a simple tee advertising a random concert and a pair of jeans. Comfy enough. The blond brushed his hair out and plopped down on the bed.
What was I even doing? It's like nothing even happened... Just a regular day of no school.
He let out an annoyed groan and laid back on the bed, his legs still hanging off the edge. Deidara ran his fingers through his damp hair in frustration. What should he do?
At that a loud growl ripped through the air. Well, first order of business. Eat.
He walked the short distance to the kitchen and began the easy task of making instant ramen in the microwave. Removing the now steaming bowel, he sat at the square table he had pushed up against the furthest wall in the kitchen to make it seem like there was more space.
The apartment was dead silent, and honestly, the blond didn't know what to do about it. Normally he would entertain himself with some television or turn on the radio. But even those things seemed like they would just bring on a headache.
Deidara soon finished his meal and threw the trash away. Giving up hope of finding a way to not be bored and still have silence, Deidara went to his room and without giving it much though picked up the red head's jacket, slipping it on over his shirt.
A few minutes later he was down exactly one floor and in front of his friend's door, knocking his fist on the wood.
Knock, knock, knock...
Deidara waited, wondering how long it would take for the albino to answer the door–
Bang! Crash!
"Fuck! Who the hell is it?"
"Hidan, open the door, it's me. Deidara." He stated matter of factly, crossing his arms before adding, "You know, the only person that ever visits you."
The door was yanked open. A silver haired, violet eyed, crazed, psychopath with an upside down triangle in a circle on a necklace around his neck, was standing there, "Blondie! Welcome to my humble abode~! And for the fucking record. I have so many more people than just you visit! I've got chicks by the boatload!"
"Stop lying to yourself, idiot."
Deidara stepped in, pushing passed the shirtless albino and into the messy apartment. "Ever heard of cleaning, un?"
"Hmm... yeah, I heard it was something bitches do during their spare time."
The blond stared at the 'religious' man and quickly gave up, rolling his eyes. "That's exactly what it is." Deidara moved through the mess, kicking at week old take-out and pizza boxes, dirty laundry and whatever else was in his way until plopping down on the moderately clean couch.
-x-
It was nearly and hour into their pointless bickering and chatter before the topic of the school was actually brought up. By none other than the blond, Deidara.
"Hidan, you heard about the school, right?"
"No shit, Holmes! Everyone and their fucking mother has! Some jackass planted a bomb in the art room! Killed a bunch of people and that teacher!"
Deidara was silent.
"No worries though, they're with our savior Jashin now!" The Jashinist grinned, assuring Deidara that everything was all right. Which it clearly wasn't. "Wait a mother fucking second!" The blond grimaced, knowing what was coming next, "Don't you have that class at the time the... Shit! Are you alive! Am I fucking hallucinating again?"
Hidan lurched at the blond, pinning him to the sofa easily. He touched his face, his hair, and even went as far as to pat the male's chest.
Deidara felt like smashing his head, no... Hidan's head into a wall. "Hidan... yes, I'm real! And no, I still don't have boobs. Give it up all ready!" He gave the albino the same treatment he had given to the red head this morning and pushed him from on top of him, making him land on the trash on the floor.
The Jashinist laughed at his blond friend. "Okay, okay! I'll accept that you little fucker! For now anyway!" He grinned, standing back up, brushing the debris from his nude torso before planting himself back on his previous seat on the couch.
Deidara laughed at the other and shook his head, "You're such an idiot, Hidan!"
The two teens continued on with their play and laughing until Deidara finally realized just how late it was getting, "Hey Hidan, I think it's about time that I head home, don't you think?"
"Seriously~? But blondie! I was just starting to enjoy your company!" He slurred out after lowering a bear can from his lips. Deidara shook his head, not having partaken in drinking himself, even once offered.
"Yeah, get some sleep tonight, all right?" The blond smiled and stood up, clearing himself a path to the front door. "I'll see you later, okay?" The Jashinist nodded and went back to drinking, not really hearing anything that came from the blond's mouth.
Said blond shook his head and made his way back up to his own clean apartment, their conversation running through his head. Killed a bunch of people and the teacher...
"Dammit..." He muttered under his breath.
-x-
Deidara was woken up by the sound of Katsu meowing loudly and the sound of a fist pounding on the front door. He blinked, completely confused by this. It didn't sound pleasant at all though. Biting into his lower lip, he scrambled up and stumbled to the door as quickly as he could manage. Leaning forward he looked through the peep-hole only to see black. Someone had their hand over it...
He cursed as the banging suddenly stopped, only to be replaced by the door's handle shaking. Who ever it was was trying to break in. Which meant this wasn't a pleasant middle of the night type of visit.
The blond rushed back to his room and pulled on a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt and a jacket, being sure to slide his cell phone into his pocket as well. He shoved his bare feet in a pair of sneakers and looked around before grabbing the hissing cat who only sank his claws into Deidara's arm. Deidara payed no mind though, his only thoughts were about escape. For the both of them.
Running out of his room, passed the front door and into the living room, he opened the sliding door and went out onto the balcony. He cursed at the strong winds whipped his ponytail around his face. Deidara glanced over the cement railing, six stories from the ground. Luckily enough though, Hidan's apartment was the one directly below him. He put one foot over the railing, followed by the other so he was standing on the opposite side, facing the inside of the house. In one hand he held the kitten, with the other he clutched the railing tightly.
Just as the front door swung open, Deidara managed to maneuver himself down, dropping Katsu onto the balcony beneath him before dropping himself. Both landed unharmed, but the cat was still hissing and letting out loud growls; it was clear that he didn't like the situation or the people in his house.
Deidara once again ignored the tumbleweed colored cat and picked him back up, pushing the glass sliding door open while silently thanking Hidan and Hidan's god for the albino never locking anything other than his precious car.
He hesitated to listen to the voices coming from his apartment, tuning out his cat as well.
"Fuck! Where did he go? I know he was in here!"
"Idiot! Didn't you see him go over the edge? The bastard probably killed himself."
Deidara could hear movement and someone stepping onto the balcony. "I don't see a body down there! But I do hear an annoying ass cat. Wait... Boss, are these on every apartment? These balcony things?"
A new, more quiet voice spoke, "Yes,"
After that Deidara bolted inside the trashed room, sliding the glass door shut as quietly as he could manage so that the men above didn't hear it.
He noted the passed out Jashinist on the couch and didn't bother to wake him, Deidara went to the bathroom and sat the cat down on the floor before quickly closing it. He know Katsu and Hidan didn't like each other, Hidan claiming the cat mocked his god while Katsu always dug his nails into Hidan's legs. But dammit, he couldn't care for the hissing cat right now!
Deidara quickly, but silently closed the door, rushing out the front door of the apartment only to hear heavy boots on the floor above him.
They were on the move as well.
The blond artist's mind went blank as he ran; he ran to the emergency stairs, throwing the door open and bolting down nearly five flights of stairs before reaching the ground floor, short of breath. He gasped for air, his heart pounding in his chest as if his own had been replaced with that of a hummingbird's.
Not paying attention to the receptionist, Deidara ran through the front doors of the building and into the awaiting arms of a larger male, his arms encircling the blond before his mind even registered the new body. "Got ya."
And finally here is the second chapter of A Phone Call Away. Also, since I was in a hurry to post the first chapter I forgot to properly thank my Beta, ItachiXSasukeXForever. As I've said before, thanks for beta-ing my fic!
I also figured that I should do some sort of disclaimer, since hey, we all know that if I was a real author or wanted profit from this fic that I would definitely be posting on . Anywho, I do not own Sasori or Deidara, along with any other non-OC's that may or may not appear in this fic. The songs in both this chapter and the last chapter I also do not own. The first being Bruises and Bitemarks by Good With Grenades. The next being a translated version of Red by The GazettE.
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