No Dance on Roses. Chapter 3,. I hope this night soon will be over.
Anger burned in Sasori's eyes, and he still breathed heavily. Deidara wasn't late to return the favor, nailing the redhead with his gaze. They both panted, no one knew what to say. Then, someone in the audience (probably the albino retard who had brought Sasori there), started to applause and the rest soon joined in. Sasori was stunned at first, why where they applauding when no one of them won? Because, it was a draw right? Neither Sasori or Deidara did understood until a couple of guys where brave enough to encounter them.
"Geez! That was amazing man!" One of them said, with innocent blue eyes and whiskers drawn at his cheeks.
"I never seen two guys cooperate so well without words, believe it!" Sasori frowned in disgust and glanced at Deidara, who actually did the same. Whiskers-boy dragged his two friends away after a couple of minutes with more admiring and left Sasori and Deidara speechless.
People think we cooperate?
Sasori thought, with a slightly confused expression. He didn't want to admit it, refused to, that people thought he cooperated with a… a non-professional dancer. Sasori would never do that, he was a respectable young dancer who already was well-famous in the junior championships. Before anybody else could talk to them they decided to part from each other.
I'm going home. Regardless what the albino says.
He murmured grumpily for himself as he headed against the exit. The night air was cool outside, and Sasori enjoyed the feeling from the breeze when it blew through his clothes and against his sticky body. Absently he took up his cell from his pocket, 3.25 AM. How the hell was he supposed to get it now, the campus closed at 2.00 AM, and no students, not even the one who lived there, was allowed in. "Oh, Fuck." Sasori said loudly for himself in the dark alley, where he rested waiting for ideas. He had two choices, but none of them were particularly tempting.
Alternative one was to call Itachi, also a student at the campus but who studied music and beg him to open the front doors. But, he knew that Itachi probably were sleeping and he hated to be disturbed, he would probably just hang up.
But, the other alternative was even worse. It was to walk down the road, to Kakuzu's apartment. Why this was so bad? Firstly, Kakuzu hated more than anything else being disturbed in his sleep, secondly, he would probably ask him where Hidan where, and wouldn't give up until Sasori had blurted out the whole story about what happened at the nightclub. And the last point, Hidan will eventually turn up and be mad at him for not telling when he leaved, and he would surely say something about that Deidara punk.
Oh so he hated that blonde punk. Who had copied him.
Sasori decided that calling Itachi was the better option, but he did hesitate a while before tapping in his number.
Beep… Beep… Beep …
"… Hello" Itachis voice was darker than usual, and Sasori could hear that he wasn't happy; the weird thing was that he didn't sound sleepy. Sasori bit his lip carefully, he was nervous but that was no reason to bit through his precious skin.
"Hello, it's me Sasori. " His voice faded a little, and he could hear someone chuckle in the background. Who the hell was that? Sasori had problem with imagine somebody with Itachi, since he was colder than himself, and he was really an outsider.
"Uhm, I'm locked out, can you open the front door for me?, I'm arriving about one or two minutes from now" Sasori mumbled, ashamed that he had to ask from help from the Uchiha.
The second time this evening Itachi surprised Sasori by, instead of groan something and hang up, sighing happily and said:
"Yeah sure, I'll open for you" He nearly sang in the phone, and hung up soon after. Paralyzed Sasori just stared in front of himself, before getting a grip of the situation and hastily move towards the campus.
He was, for the hundred time, stunned by how beautiful the old building was. It was made of red bricks and all the windows were big and rococo inspired, it was too bad he couldn't see the dance studio from here. The windows in that building were big, and tall. Sasori suspected that the campus might been a religious church or something like that before it became a school. He loved it, it was his home.
He saw Itachi's slender body and his pale face there he stood and held the heavy door open. The redhead hurried forward, and sneaked inside before turning around facing the raven haired pale Uchiha.
"Thanks Itachi" Sasori smiled, but still was a little suspicious about Itachi's rare happy mood. Itachi smiled back and claimed that it had been no worries, and turned to go back to his room. Sasori was just going to do the same when he heard a chuckle. The same chuckle he had heard when he talked to Itachi, he couldn't help but glancing over his shoulder.
Their eyes met. Azure blue against intensive brown. Deidara? With Itachi!?
Not that he cared at all who Itachi was with, but he pitied him. Deidara couldn't be nice to be with. He was a jerk. The fact that he knew Hidan was well enough reason to hate Deidara, or dislike him. He couldn't be nice, he must be awful.