Hey! I'd like to thank all those that favourited my work! It really is an inspiration! Right, for GothicXLoli... Who is now going to be writing myself a story! Haha, so if you are a Hetalia fan/fan of the pairing, I'll tell you when it's done! :D Also, if you're wondering how I sorted out the map-thingy-ma-bob, I used the actual map of the Ninja World and set it up so that the little cities/villages between each main one is like, a pathway to the other villages! Just telling you... And, as you may have already guessed, this story is mainly following Deidara... Not so much of Sasori! Much to my annoyance... Except for this chapter! Anyway, let us begin!
In this beautiful place... That becomes sour
From Konohagakure drive, half-way down move to Tanagakure Close to turn right down Ishigakure Drive, instead of turning right down Sunagakure Drive... Sasori's road... Right once more down Amegakure close, past Konan, Yahiko and Nagato's homes. Past Kusagakure Road and Zetsu's house and finally, right once more and...
"This is my house!" Deidara exclaimed, he smiled cheerfully and skipped towards the front door, fumbling with his jean pockets to get his keys. The sun had fully risen and the sky sat blue, it was close to six o'clock. Peering back, Deidara stared at Sasori, who nodded.
"Good for you, now I'll just be leaving. My grandmother is waiting for me." Sasori muttered, turning. Deidara jumped towards him, holding his shoulder. Slowly, Sasori turned to look at him darkly.
"Don't you want to come in? I mean, we've been walking for almost an hour! You must be tired." Deidara muttered, he hesitantly let go of Sasori's shoulder and his face softened.
"I'm perfectly fine, I can't keep her waiting... She hates having to wait." He said, yawning slightly afterwards. Deidara nodded, looking down at his feet. Sasori's hand reluctantly patted Deidara's head, ruffling it a few seconds later, messing it up. Whining, Deidara pushed Sasori away, making him fall onto the grass. "Ah!" He moaned, holding the back of his head in pain. Deidara gasped, running towards Sasori, worry plastered on his face, he looked down at him and sighed in relief as his head had landed on a flower patch. "Urgh..." Sasori muttered, his free hand rubbing his back. Glancing up at Deidara, Sasori asked, "Aren't you going to help me up?" Deidara nodded, extending his hand down. Smiling as Sasori rolled his eyes, Deidara yawned softly. Sasori's hand gripped his, the coldness of it trailing through Deidara's skin, a shiver crept down his back as bolts of electricity emitted from Sasori's hand, from his cold fingers. Roughly, Sasori pulled on Deidara's hand, not noticing the weakness to Deidara's knees he had caused. A scream left Deidara's mouth as he was pulled down, onto Sasori's chest. His body froze, being engulfed by Sasori's icy body. Clenching his eyes shut, Deidara's breath hitched, the smell of Apricot surrounded him, it flooded into his nose, he could taste it on his tongue... Sasori's scent. Sheepishly, Deidara peered up to lock eyes with him, his hand rested on Sasori's shoulder and Sasori's hand moved over, squeezing it softly. Gulping, Deidara moved up forward on Sasori, so their faces were equal. His lips drying up as those cold brown doe eyes stared at him, froze him, scared him and intrigued him. Their breaths grew heavy as their eyes ate eachother, faces growing closer and closer, inch by inch. A deep red blush covered Deidara's cheeks as he finally closed his eyes when himself and Sasori was a mere centimetre away. Puckering his lips, he leaned forward, breaking that small distance to touch something unlike a pair of lips, clammy, soft, rough... Deidara opened his eyes to meet Sasori's convientiently placed hand that covered his mouth. Sasori coughed harshly, into his hand, and pushed Deidara off of him, standing up. "I... Have to go." He muttered, turning round and running out of Deidara's street.
Leaving Deidara, on the ground, all by himself... Alone.
Sasori's hand, still covering his mouth, began to drip onto the ground... A deep red liquid flowing through the cracks that held him safe of his secret. The liquid, the blood, stained the floor as he passed Kusagakure Road, he kept his head down, pushing in a pair of earphones that he extracted from his pocket and pressed play from within. Removing his hand, Sasori shook his head, focusing on why he was coughing up blood... He had been drinking a lot lately... But that was because Orochimaru had caused him so much and Kisame was undergoing treatment and... He was just extremely worried that he must've somehow come to the solution to drink away his problems. Sighing, Sasori wiped his hand on his jeans, stepping in the beat. A hand grabbed his upper arm and his head whipped up to face Nagato. Tilting his head questioningly, Sasori pulled off his headphones. "Sasori..." Nagato muttered, looking down, his hand didn't move. Hesitantly, Sasori's finger guided Nagato to look back up at him.
"What do you want, Nagato?" He asked, no emotion flowing through his voice. Nagato coughed softly and pointed behind Sasori as the drips of blood that lead to his feet. Sasori mentally kicked himself and stared at the small drops.
"Why're you..." Nagato began, his hand tightened on Sasori's arm as he stared into his eyes. With the other hand, Nagato pushed his long red side fringe away to reveal his other eye. Sasori smiled softly, unexpectantly. "Why do you drink so much?" Nagato asked gently, his grip loosened.
"What're you talking ab-" Sasori began, acting innocent.
"Don't talk shit with me." Nagato snapped at him, he removed his hands and stared back down at his feet, hiding all of his face. "I know, you've been doing it for the past few months... Why?"
"Nagato," Sasori spoke, harshly, Nagato stared into his eyes to see anger and cloaked sadness. "You know nothing. You've seen nothing and you will do NOTHING." Sasori told him, he stared at the older man, fear covering his face as Sasori's hand grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, so their noses were almost touching. "Understand?" Sasori asked in a sickly-sweet way, Nagato shook his head.
"I ca-" Nagato began, looking away, Sasori nodded, dropping his grip on Nagato. "Sasori... You need to stop." Nagato whispered, a smirk swiftly crossed Sasori's face before he returned to his usual, cold, stoic, expressionless, frozen demeanour.
"Goodbye Nagato... Hope you have fun trying to get Konan." Sasori muttered, stepping away, Nagato grunted, annoyed and grabbed Sasori's hand, causing him to look back once more.
"I don't love Konan." Nagato said clearly, Sasori could address the anger in Nagato's eyes... He had hit a nerve.
"Oh really? Well, everyone thinks different due to your excessive staring at her, your obsession with her and you-" Sasori said, rolling his eyes.
"I like Yahiko!" Nagato snapped, he shouted, he declared. Sasori stared at him, speechless. Nagato breathed in heavily, releasing Sasori and looking down. Immediately, he turned and ran to his house. Sasori stared after him, transfixed. After a few seconds, he returned to himself, looking forward and walking towards his home, towards his grandmother, down in Sunagakure Drive. Leaving all that happened behind him, the still sitting Deidara on the grass, Nagato who had now just noticed his revelation and the drip of drops of dried blood that littered across the streets leading to his home.
Done! Haha, not the whole story but I finished the chapter! Well, by the time I finished it GothicXloli posted her SealandXLatvia fiction :) I LOVE it so much :D I think it somehow inspired me to just add Nagato at the end and add more drama as... The coughing up blood wasn't originally part of my story but... I don't know, for some strange reason drinking has been on my mind lately! Haha :) ANyway, thank you for reading, sorry if it sucked but please review as they help me continue! :D x
