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Sorry this took so damn long, guys! XD Motivation was OUT teh window~~~~~~~~~~~~~
But tis back nao, so that's good, yeah~
BLAH! I feel like this chappie is UBER short, so just bare with me, yeah. I'm working on the next chappie as we speak! :D
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Sasori looked at the blonde in shock. "Wh-what?"
"You didn't call me," Deidara crossed his arms and looked down at the ground, visibly sad.
The redhead simply stared at the blonde for the longest time. I didn't call him? But it was him who didn't call me.
Deidara tore his glace from the ground to see Sasori's brow furrow in confusion. "Well? Care to explain, un?" "What's there to explain? You're the one that didn't call me! Not the other way around!"
The blonde was shocked at his small outburst. "Wh-what? How could I? You, I don't know, changed your number or something! I dialed the number you gave me and it said it was 'not in service', un," he made air quotes around the words.
Sasori dropped his gaze for a moment, "Yeah, my cell number did change. I dropped it in Kisame's pool over the summer and it fried my SIM card. But I called you and left a message that it changed! I even gave the new number on the message! You never called me back!"
"I got no such message!" the blonde's arms fell to his sides.
Sasori felt his body tense. "Well, I left one…I don't know whether you really got it or not, though."
"I just told you! I didn't get any message! Are you sure you dialed the right number, hmm? Because I didn't change mine!" Deidara started to exaggerate his movements more, feeling the anger slowly start to escalate inside him.
"What the hell? Are you sure you even gave me the right number to begin with?"
Deidara noticed his friend's face turn the same color as his hair, which, normally never happens, seeing as Sasori was probably one of the most un-emotional people he ever knew. "I think I know my own freaking number, un!"
"Well apparently not!" Sasori was on the verge of strangling the boy.
Dei growled. "Listen, you," his hands went to his temples, trying to rub away the headache. "I told you…I didn't get any message what-so-ever. I gave you the right number. So I don't know why you're yelling at me, un!"
"I'm not yelling at you, BRAT!"
"What do you call that, un? That I consider yelling! So STOP YELLING AT ME!, UN!"
"You're yelling at me! You're not helping the situation!"
"SHUT UP, UN!"
Both boys were glaring at each other; their noses less than an inch apart. Neither of them moved for what seemed to be an eternity.
"You see? You can't even take it when someone points our your hypocrisy. Let alone every other fault you have." Sasori sneered.
Deidara clenched his teeth. "You're one to talk! You have more faults that I do, un!"
"Oh yeah? Name one!"
"You're impatient."
The redhead fell silent for a moment. "Another."
"You criticize others' hard work, un."
"You're just saying that because I simply state my opinion on your so-called pieces of 'art'!"
"You see? You did it AGAIN, un!" Deidara spun on his heal, turning away from the other man. "You REALLY haven't changed at ALL, have you, un? The same asshole I knew 20 years ago! I swear, Sasori…GROW UP!"
The redhead didn't show it, as usual, but he felt the truth in his friend's words. The painful truth. He really didn't mature that much in 20 years; he knew he was still cold-hearted--he was told that constantly by Kisame--he just never wanted to accept it. Sasori wanted so much to prove him wrong; prove to his long-lost friend that he had changed. But he didn't know how. All that he knew how to do was let his emotions take control of his senses. And that never resulted well.
He clenched his fist and teeth. "Again with the hypocrisy. Listen to you, you obnoxious BRAT! You haven't changed either! You're still a short-tempered, absent-minded, hot-headed BLONDE, that doesn't know how to take a freakin' INSULT! I swear, Deidara, no matter how short you cut your hair, you're still a fucking, BITCHY GIRL!"
Deidara's mouth dropped open slightly; his eyes widened in shock. In all his years he had never once heard Sasori call him a girl. Not even when they first met. Sasori was the one person out of everybody in the entire school that hadn't mistaken him for a girl. He squeezed his eyes shut and wished, then and there, that he could go back to that day; he wished he could start over again, but with a different approach.
Sasori saw the blonde close his eyes, though it didn't help any. Deidara started crying. Never in all the years that they were friends had Sasori seen his partner cry, let alone tear up. The redhead brought a hand to his mouth, biting his nail. He had done it. He really did hurt him this time.
"Deidara…I-" Sasori started.
"Just…just SHUT UP, yeah!" Deidara yelled, eyes still tightly sealed. He wanted to scream at him, yell at him, curse and swear like Hidan until there was no tomorrow. Better yet, he just wanted to have a mental breakdown.
"Dei…I'm sorry…I wasn't…I wasn't thinking. About your hair-" Sasori took a step towards his friend, the other arm reaching out to stroke his hair.
Deidara saw the action. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" he cried and jerked away, taking a good four or five steps away.
Sasori recoiled, startled. He had never seen him act this way before. "Dei," he whispered.
Deidara turned slightly, tears streaming down his cheeks like flooding rivers. "Look who's being hypocritical now, un… call me a girl all you want. It just proves how much like scum you really are."
Sasori's breath caught in his throat, though he made no notion to retort, nor make a move of any kind. He just stood there, letting the words hit him harder and harder.
"And to think," Deidara whispered to him, "that this, what I did…everything I've ever done…was just to make you happy."
Sasori's heart cracked. "W-what?"
"It was all for you…Danna…" and with that, Deidara turned on his heel and ran.