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Just in case you're wondering, Deidara's 7 and Sasori's 10.

Chapter 2

From Deidara's Point of View

I was a lot more cheerful than I had been on normal days. Not only was it my seventh birthday and I was having a huge party with many family members and friends coming to celebrate it, but Sasori was coming over. It was the first time he'd ever been to my house and I could barely contain my excitement.

As far as I could see we were really good friends. He seemed happy when I was around and I was happy when he was around. We enjoyed each other's company. In my opinion he was my best friend. Even though he didn't really have all the qualities a best friend should have. He was often absent minded around me, sometimes not really listening to what I had said. I guess I was too young to realise this…But the thing I noticed the most was how whenever I suggested going to his house, he'd come up with an excuse to worm out of it, then he'd change the conversation. I'd never argue. Maybe he just didn't want me there. But he'd been more than willing to come to my birthday party.

About a week before I had run to the playground, way ahead of mum and held out a pink envelope, decorated with purple and blue balloons.

Sasori stared at it curiously. 'What's this?' he asked, taking the envelope from my hands and inspecting it.

'It's an invitation to my party, un!' I said happily, putting my hands behind my back. 'You're invited! I hope you can come, un!'

Everyday after giving him the invitation I would spend hours sitting next to the phone, waiting for him to call and tell me he could come. I got told off a few times for putting the phone down on some of Dad's employees because they weren't Sasori. But my waiting eventually paid off. He finally called, telling me he could go. I was so happy!

The doorbell rang, guests arrived, I was handed presents, wished a happy birthday, thanked for being invited…then told off for being ignorant and rude. In truth, I didn't want all these people here. I only wanted Sasori. The others just got in the way.

After placing another few presents on the ever growing pile I heard the doorbell ring again. I jumped onto the sofa and looked out the window, checking for the red head and to my delight, I saw that mess of red hair. I leapt off the sofa and ran to the already open door and hugged Sasori. 'Yay! You're here!' I cried.

He chuckled and patted my head before handing me my present. It was beautifully wrapped and I found it so hard not to rip the paper off there and then. 'Happy birthday Deidara,' he said, looking a little uneasy, his eyes moving around the front room.

'Thanks!' I smiled, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the living room where everyone else was. Now that Sasori was there I was ready for everything to start. Even though some people were yet to arrive. I turned to look at him. 'What's the matter, un?' I asked.

He glanced at me and smiled. 'Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it,' he muttered. He still looked uneasy…But he said there was nothing wrong…

I placed his present on the pile and grinned. 'I'll save yours 'til last coz it'll be the best!' I announced smugly.

From Sasori's Point of View

I was drowning in it. I was drowning in the attention. It wasn't only the attention Deidara was giving me, but that of all the other guests too. I got quite a few glares for stealing the little birthday boy away…but if anything, he was the one who was stealing me. Wherever Deidara went, I went. Wherever Deidara sat, I had to sit next to him. He pretty much ignored the other guests and whenever I started talking to one of them Deidara would puff out his cheeks, make a scene and steal me away again. It didn't take much for him to get jealous, huh? And he really needed to be taught some manners.

Occasionally his mother or father would come over and quietly tell him to stop being so rude. Then he'd whine "What did I do?!" Then they would say "You're ignoring everyone!" That would only cause the blond to clasp my hand or grab my arm and a smug look would creep onto his features. 'I'm not ignoring Sasori, un!' he would say.

Truthfully, I didn't feel like I belonged there. Deidara's house was amazing. But too amazing. Every room was twice or three times the size as their equivalents at my house. The furniture was clean and looked brand new and the TV was absolutely huge! Did this kid even realise how lucky he was? If I was in his shoes then I would've been a lot more grateful for everything I had…no…I'd cry. I'd cry with happiness.

And all the guests appeared to be as rich and classy as Deidara's family. I felt so left out even though I was the most included person at this party. But then again, no one really knew who I was and where I was from, so why was I worrying? Why not just enjoy myself?, I thought. It was my only friend's party after all.

However when it came to unwrapping the presents, he was ever so polite. Perhaps his parents had trained him to act all happy over crap presents. He was very good at it if that was the case…and some of the presents were particularly crap; Felt tip pens, a cook book, and a tambourine. But his reaction to my present was the most remarkable. I'll remember it always. Honestly, I thought he was going to cry!

I had noticed a few times whilst at the playground he had taken a keen interest in birds. With that help I'd bought him a stuff toy bird, hoping he would like it. Heh…"like it?" He wouldn't let go of the damned thing. The bird was in one hand and I was in the other. He even suggested calling it Sasori. After a little persuading I managed to change his mind. In the end it was given the most unoriginal name in the world; Birdy. Still…it was better than Sasori…

At one point his mother approached me. I really thought she was going to ask me to leave. 'Thank you for coming, Sasori,' she said, smiling gently. 'You've really made today special for Deidara. In fact…since that day you helped him up in the playground, a day hasn't passed without him talking about you.'

I was speechless. I was worth being talked about everyday? I thought he was just happy to have me around…I wasn't really familiar with the whole friendship thing…but maybe Deidara really did appreciate me and loved having me around. I'd have to talk to him about it at some point. Not really with everyone else around.

I smiled and nodded. 'You're welcome,' I replied. 'I'm glad I was invited.'

'Don't feel that this is a one off thing, Sasori,' she said. 'You're welcome anytime you wish.'

Well…that was surprising. It seemed like I'd made quite an impression on his mother. I couldn't really say the same thing about his father. He'd been busy mingling with the other parents. I doubt he'd even noticed me.

It was at that moment the doorbell rang. That's when everything changed. But why then? Why that day? When I was having such a good time…

'Excuse me.' The blond's mother stood and went to the door. Not really thinking anything of it, I carried on talking to Deidara. She returned moments later, looking rather concerned. 'Sasori...your Grandmother's here,' she said.

I frowned. I was pretty sure I'd told her what time I was coming home…and I'd also told her I didn't need a lift. Stupid woman not listening again…Still, I stood, Deidara doing the same and we went to the front door. My Grandmother was, indeed standing in the doorway, looking just about as concerned as Deidara's mother.

'I'm sorry, Sasori,' she said, regretfully in her voice. 'You have to come with me.'

I glared at her. This was the one thing I loathed the most about her. She always kept thing from me and never gave me the full story. It was never straight forward.

'I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where or why,' I snapped, my gaze cold and hard.

She was silent for a moment and then sighed, looking away. 'Your parents have been in an accident,' he replied reluctantly. 'We need to go to the hospital.'

My eyes widened and my heart started beating faster. No! No! No! They couldn't be! I squeezed Deidara's hand tightly and took a step forward, then turning to look at him. His smile was gone. He looked just about as scared as I did. Reluctantly, he let go of my hand.

'I think you better go, un,' he said, walking over to his mother and holding her skirt tightly, Birdy pulled up to his chest.

So I did.

The trip was horrible. We both sat in silence, wondering about the fate of my parents. And I was scared. I'd never been so scared in my life.

Once in the hospital, I followed Grandma inside, my heartbeat increasing. Once part of me was convinced they'd be okay, but another feared the worst.

We weren't allowed in the operating room, but after stealing a glance of what I thought was mum, I ran into the room, screaming her name. Dad was there too. They looked as bad as each other.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and they began to pull me away. I struggled, not wanting to leave them. However upsetting it was to see, I couldn't tear my soaked eyes away from the sight.

I think it was at that moment when it happened. When my whole life came crashing down around me.

A long beeping sound came from one of the machines and I heard shouts behind me. I wanted to turn around and see for myself what was happening, but before I could, I was outside the room. I fell to my knees and screamed, my hands grabbing fistfuls of hair. Grandma knelt down beside me and put her arm around me. I clung to her dress and sobbed loudly, coughing and choking.

I never ever thought that something as bad as this would happen to me…

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