Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Damn.
A/N: Okay guys, next chapter! All your comments make me so happy, so and big 'Thank You' to all who have read or reviewed so far! Forgive me for the lack of an update!
Oh and just so you know, this is an AU fic and since I never said it was in our universe I'll just be making up how the gangs work. Yes, I realise that graffiti crews and gangs are totally different and I don't claim to be an expert in either area, but just to make this story work I'll be calling the shots on how the gangs in my fictional city are ran. –Insert evil laugh-
At the end of their shift at the restaurant, Hidan somehow managed to talk his way back to Deidara's apartment. Not that the blonde minded, of course.
"Hey Blondie! You got any beer?" Hidan called from the kitchen as Deidara got changed from his waiter uniform.
"Yeah, it's at the bottom of the fridge!"
Hidan pulled out a six-pack of cheap lager. Not happy with his find, he then preceded to search in every cupboard of Deidara's kitchen until he'd found a large bottle of rip-off vodka and an ancient bottle of gin.
Grinning, Hidan made his way out of the kitchen to settle on the worn out couch surrounded by his finds.
Deidara came out of his room changed into a pair of dungaree-style jeans, a plain blue t-shirt and a grey hoodie tied around his waist. He stopped and sighed when he saw his friend with an almost empty bottle of gin in one hand and three empty cans of lager crushed on the floor.
"You better not get too drunk. You know I won't be cartin' your arse home, un."
Hidan simply grinned and threw one of the few remaining cans to Deidara who caught it deftly in one hand. Handling spray cans helps with one's hand-eye coordination.
"So Hidan," Deidara started after a huge swig of the drink, "You going to come on a 'walk' with me?" A secretive grin worked its way across his face.
Hidan sat up and smirked, "Only if I can take the bottle of vodka with me."
-
A few hours later and Deidara and Hidan were happily defacing a park wall. Well, Deidara was defacing a park wall whilst Hidan drunkenly chatted about the meaning of life.
"I mean, when I die, Jashin-Sama will accept me with open arms. But you fucking heathens are all gonna be stuck in the eternal fiery depths of hell, and shit." He sat slumped against a bench, empty bottle of vodka in hand. Hidan had a pretty high alcohol tolerance but he'd totally underestimated the potency of the cheap vodka Deidara bought. In the blonde's mind, the higher the alcohol content, the less he had to drink to get completely smashed, therefore saving what little money he had.
"Hidan, what about if you don't believe in Jashin, un? Are our eternal souls destined for another fate?" Deidara wouldn't usually talk to Hidan when he was ranting about his religion but tonight decided to humour him.
"That's what I mean Blondie! Dear Jashin, haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying?"
"Not really, un."
"Hey, your fucking loss." Hidan put the bottle to his lips and tried to take another swig of alcohol, forgetting that the bottle was empty. Sighing dramatically, the religious zealot got up and staggered to his friend's side.
"Here gimme that!" He slurred, swiping the spray can out of Deidara's hand and replacing it with the empty bottle.
The artist smiled at his friends actions and simply watched as a roughly sprayed 'Hidan' was written across the elaborately painted 'Blast', complete with a cartoon style bomb. Deidara didn't mind that Hidan had gone over his work. In fact, in his opinion the way that graffiti is created and then destroyed, either by cleaning or somebody going over it, made the piece even more beautiful. That's why Deidara would always pick areas to paint that were easy to see and reach. The quicker one of his works of art was removed or painted over, the more stunning it was. Sometimes he'd spend a whole night covering a building in his art, only to stand in the crowd the next day and watch as it was knocked down.
After a while of staring into space, Deidara heard the distinctive sound of a heavy bass-line coming from the inside of a car. Snapping out of his reverie, the artist turned his head to where he believed the sound was coming from.
A sleek looking car was cruising past the park fence, stopping just outside one of the many terraced house that surrounded the park. Deidara frowned. Where had he seen this car? It was recently, he knew that much…
When realisation hit, Deidara mentally slapped himself on the face.
Of course! It was the same car that Hidan had been spazzing out over at work!
"Hey Hidan. Isn't that your ex making out with her new boyfriend. On the hood of his car…?"
At this, Hidan's head snapped upwards and turned in the direction Deidara was looking. In a few seconds his face had expressed the feeling of indignity all the way through to pure, unadulterated anger.
"The little fucker! I bet he knows I'm here and only wants to rub it in my face!"
"Hidan, I really doubt that. Besides he can kiss whoever he wants!" Deidara weakly protested, although he knew it wouldn't do much good.
"Fuck her, I mean his car!" Pink eyes narrowed as Hidan crept over to the fence in what he thought was an incredibly stealthy way. Deidara, however, had to hold back a laugh at his friend's actions. It was obvious that the alcohol still had a firm hold over Hidan's mind and thought processes.
The couple had entered the house without spotting Hidan hiding in the park shrubbery and the blonde took this as a lucky sign. Thanking whatever deity was up there, Deidara hastily retrieved the can of paint Hidan had dropped and jogged over to join his friend who was currently admiring the car from all possible angles.
Blue eyes watched warily as Hidan slunk around the car with a shit-eating grin on his face. He ran his fingers over the hood of the vehicle and glanced up at the window of the house. Suddenly Hidan's eyes widened in realisation, but quickly narrowed to slits.
"Hey Dei, lend me one of your cans."
Deidara frowned. Hidan only used his real name when he was in a really good mood or had a really bad idea.
"Why…?"
"Just give me the god-damned paint" Hidan hissed, "I don't have much time!"
"Time for wh-" Deidara started to speak but was cut off when Hidan simply reached forward and grabbed the spray can out of his hand.
"Shut up and tell me if anyone is coming."
Deidara shrugged at his friend's behaviour. He's drunk, I really can't be arsed dealing with his anger at the moment…
Sensing defeat, he turned around and glanced down the street in both directions. There was nobody around apart from an old homeless guy huddled up by some bins.
"There's only some tramp asleep half way down the road." Deidara paused. "Hidan, what are you doing?!" He hissed in a half whisper. The blonde was worried he was going to end up doing something stupid.
"Shut the fuck up Blondie! If you don't wanna help me then fucking go home!"
In the air hung the scent of wet paint and solvent and the sound of heavy breathing. Deidara saw his breath curl in the air as he kept watch for any passer-by's. The blonde was about to tell his friend to hurry up but he was stopped short when the other man spoke.
"There! Now that is a piece of fucking art!" Hidan grinned manically and stepped back to admire his work.
"What are you- Shit." Deidara was speechless. Across the drivers side of the sleek car Hidan was lusting over only hours ago were the words "Jashin Made Me Do It" followed by the same symbol Hidan wore around his neck on a chain.
"What do you think, eh Blondie?" Hidan snickered, "That is art!" A twisted sort of pride gleamed in his eyes as he ran his fingers over the hood of the now ruined car. Deidara slapped his hand away from the vehicle
"Hidan you prat! That's fucking vandalism!"
"What? And that crap you spray onto walls nightly isn't?!"
"No! I don't paint onto private property! Or expensive cars!" Deidara couldn't believe how much of an idiot Hidan was being.
"Oh come on! You know as well as I do that what you call a hobby is fucking illegal!" Hidan yelled back at Deidara, "So don't you fucking dare get all high and mighty with me!"
"That's it Hidan. I'm not dealing with your shit whilst you're smashed." Deidara turned to walk away but Hidan had other ideas.
Now that the alcohol had numbed his senses, Hidan thought nothing of grabbing Deidara by the shoulders and throwing him against the nearest wall. Deidara, being smaller then Hidan in both height and build, was instantly winded. Whilst he was trying to catch his breath, Hidan took the opportunity to punch him hard in the shoulder, causing the blonde to hiss in pain.
"Hidan! Fucking stop it, un!" Deidara coughed out between blows, "You're drunk!"
"And what if I don't?! What is the mighty 'Blast' going to do now?" Hidan drew his foot back and Deidara closed his eyes, readying himself for another steel capped kick.
-
Walking down a back alley that headed in the general direction of the park, Sasori tried to clear his head.
Zetsu had reported back that a blonde called Deidara was the artist commonly known on the streets as 'Blast'. He'd also said that this Deidara guy worked at some fancy restaurant uptown. Sasori had visited the place but was told that he had already finished his shift. Once the manger had left though, one of the waitresses had sidled up to Sasori and told him that Deidara could often be found at the park. Upon asking what the boy looked like he merely gained a nod to the 'Employee of the Month' wall. There under a few of the pictures was 'Deidara Iwa'. The photograph showed a shockingly effeminate man with long blonde hair. Sasori knew that if he saw the man he would know exactly who he was.
Deidara didn't seem like the kind of person one could forget easily.
Reaching the park, Sasori instantly saw two boys spraying paint all over a wall. Well, one was staring into space whilst the other painted 'Hidan' on the wall.
Upon closer inspection the red hair man realised that the other boy was Deidara.
Well, that solves one problem. But how to introduce myself? And how do I even know Zetsu was right about this kid…?
As Sasori leant against a wall, deep in thought, he didn't notice the other two crossing the road and congregating around a car.
It was only when he heard the sounds of arguing did he bring himself out of his trance.
"And what if I don't?! What is the mighty 'Blast' going to do now?" The silver haired half of the duo spat.
Had Sasori heard correctly?
So Zetsu was right, that boy defiantly was 'Blast'. He made a mental note to himself to thank the man later. But for now he had to stop the boy from getting the shit kicked out of him.
"Hey. Leave that kid alone."
Hidan started at the new voice and turned to see who had interrupted him and Deidara lent up on his elbows to see who had stalled Hidan.
Bathed in the orange glow of the street lights stood another man. He wore a red hooded jacket with the hood drawn up so it was difficult to see his face but judging by the sound of his voice, he had to be a few years older then both Hidan and Deidara. The stranger had an air about him that demanded respect.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?!" Hidan yelled. He tried to aim a punch it the taller man's face but, partly due to the amount of alcohol in his system but also due to his target moving, Hidan missed and only succeeded in unbalancing himself. This made it easy for Sasori to shove him onto the ground. A swift kick to the head was all that was needed the render Hidan unconscious as, again he alcohol influenced mind was hardly at its sharpest.
"Oi, kid. You gonna sit there all night?"
Deidara suddenly realised he was still sitting on the floor, staring at his friends unconscious body. He moved to Hidan's side and wrapped one arm around his friend's waist and the other to hold his arm when it was firmly over Deidara's shoulder.
Sasori watched with keen curiosity. He had watched the two fighting so viciously but now the blonde was trying to help the fool-mouthed teen.
So he's loyal too…
"Kid, what are you doing?"
The blonde grinned and pulled Hidan up so he had a better hold on him.
"Well I can't leave him out here, un!" Seeing confusion flash in the other man's eyes, Deidara tried explaining a little more.
"He's my best friend; it's just he gets a little violent when he's drunk, un. I'm used to it by now!"
Sasori's eyebrows practically shot into his hair.
"He does this often?"
Deidara's eyes widen when he realised the implications of his words.
"Oh no, un! What I mean is, um… Well, un-" He started to gabble incoherent sentences but was saved the embarrassment when Sasori interrupted him again.
"Look, I don't have time for this nonsense. You need any help with him?" Sasori didn't wait for an answer before standing on the other of side of Hidan and hooking his own arm under the unconscious boy's armpits.
"Lead the way." Sasori had to prompt Deidara to move as the blonde was stood stock still, gawping at the red-headed stranger.
"Oh yeah, un. This way…" And the two acquaintances begin to make their way back to Deidara's house.
A/N: Well, I bet you didn't expect that! To be honest, neither did I! Oh the joys of no planning! Which brings me to the point of, 'If you have any ideas or thoughts, please don't hesitate to tell me about them!" My original idea has started to evade me! (AKA I have an awful memory... srs.)
And for the record, I love Hidan. He is made of win and sparkles. Well, maybe not sparkles, but you get the idea…