Letters to the Devil – SasoDei

"Get on, uke."

Deidara's blood chilled and he froze on the spot. 'No… No, he can't have found me already.'

"I said, get on, dammit," the person snapped. He removed his helmet, and his cold grey eyes glared at the blonde.

Deidara took a step back, and immediately bumped into someone. The person behind him slipped their arms around his waist protectively and pulled him back against them even more.

"Hello, Deidei-chan," a voice the blonde knew all-too-well purred in his ear. "Why didn't you wait for me?"

Deidara's cheeks flushed when he was called Deidei-chan, but it just looked like he blushed from 'not waiting for him.' "I'm sorry, Sasori Danna," he apologized with a tentative smile. 'Where'd the 'Danna' come from!'

Sasori didn't let it show that he'd been taken off-guard by being called Danna and just smiled back at the younger boy. "Well, just don't do it again, okay, my little uke?" he murmured. He looked up at the man on the motorcycle and something flashed in his eyes. "Who are you?" His voice held obvious hostility, and his arms tightened around Deidara's waist.

The man that Sasori had addressed flipped his hair and answered with equal hostility, "I'm Itachi Uchiha." His eyes narrowed when Sasori's arms tightened around Deidara's waist. "And who're you?"

Sasori flashed his signature smile. "I'm Sasori no Akasuna." He pulled Deidara slightly closer and nuzzled his neck, then looked up with satisfaction at pissing the Uchiha off. "Now, if you don't mind, we need to get going." With that, he slipped his arms from around Deidara's waist, locked his hand in the blonde's, then continued around the smoky-haired man.

When they were out of sight of Itachi, Sasori pulled Deidara into an alleyway and hissed, "What the fuck was with that 'Danna' shit?" He pushed Deidara against the wall of one of the buildings and placed his hands on either side of the blonde's head.

"Well, what the fuck was with the 'my little uke' shit?" Deidara countered, his cheeks flushing at how close the fiery-haired boy was.

Sasori snorted. "I was just going along with trying to convince that bastard to leave you alone," he answered simply.

Deidara searched Sasori's face for signs of anything to contradict what he had just said. "Sasori…" he murmured.

"What?" the older boy snapped, staring at the blonde quietly.

Deidara's cheeks flushed again and he turned his head to the side and looked away. "Nothing."

Sasori watched the younger boy for a moment, before sneering. "Whatever. Come on, I'm walking you home." He moved back from Deidara and started out of the alleyway. However, when he realized that the blonde wasn't following him, he turned back. "What're you waiting for? Come on!"

Deidara stayed frozen in the spot, and only moved again when Sasori came back and started to pull him out of the alley. "I can't go home just yet!" he tried to protest.

Sasori glanced back at him and demanded, "And why, might I ask, not?"

"Because…. Because I need to stop by the grocery store!" the blonde lied. He stumbled a couple steps before he regained his balance.

"Alright, fine, we'll stop by the store, then I'm taking you home." With that, the red-head went into the grocery store, dragging Deidara behind him. He let go of Deidara's arm and turned to face him. "What do you need?"

Deidara stood still for a minute, then headed towards the back of the store. "Um… I'm not really sure anymore…" he murmured.

Sasori growled in frustration. "Whatever, just hurry up please." He followed the blonde quietly throughout the store for about an hour before he finally lost his patience. "How fucking long does it take for someone to figure out what the fuck they need!" he snapped at the blonde.

Deidara glanced at the (obviously) pissed older boy, then continued to look at the canned soups. "As long as it takes," he retorted drily. He put the can he was looking at back on the shelf, then turned to Sasori. "Look, if you don't wanna wait on me, go on ahead. I'll be fine."

Sasori narrowed his eyes at Deidara. "It didn't look that way earlier when I saved you from that Itachi bitch," he growled. "You seemed ready to piss your pants when I showed up."

Deidara's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I didn't exactly ask you to save me." With that, he turned from the red-haired boy and went back to looking at the soups.

Sasori watched Deidara for a few minutes before he growled in frustration, then stalked around the blonde and out of the store.

Deidara heaved a sigh in relief. 'Finally,' he thought exasperatedly. He stayed in the store for another twenty minutes before he decided it was safe and left the shop. However, he didn't get too far before someone pulled him in an alleyway and pushed him up against a wall.

"Why'd you stall in the store, then wait twenty minutes before you finally left?" a voice asked. "And with nothing at that?"

Deidara stared, dazed, into the air for a few minutes (because he'd hit his head when shoved against the wall) before he focused his gaze on his assailant. "What's it matter to you, Sasori, un?" he growled.

Sasori sneered. "You're in no position to be playing games, blondie," he snapped. "Now, why don't you want me walking you home?"

Deidara glared at the red-head for a few moments before his anger subsided and he looked down at the ground. "I… don't exactly have a home…" he murmured eventually.

Sasori stared at the blonde confused. "What do you mean?"

Deidara looked back up at the older boy and shouted, "I meant I don't have a home! What do you want me to say? I'm homeless! I'm an orphan!" His voice softened and he looked back down again. "I ran away from the only home I had…"

Sasori studied the blonde quietly and his heart gave a slight squeeze. He moved back from Deidara and ran a hand through his hair. After a second, he sighed and said quietly, "Come on. You're staying with me."