The drive there was quiet and the air was thick. Sasori didn't even spare me a glance, but I could see him twisting and grinding the steering wheel cover anxiously. What was he anxious for? I'm the one who she be anxious on the fact I'm going to be in my stalkers territory and there might be a chance of either me getting killed or turned into a sex slave.
Being in the car with Sasori however, I actually feel safe. Not like, 'hey I trust this guy' safe - more like he isn't a 'psycho driver like Konan' is safe. That's a plus. I don't think I've see such safe-yet-not-Pein-slow ever.
As we keep driving I can see the streets getting dirtier and more run down. Not to absolutely repulsive standards, but I thought he would at least be able to afford more on what he should make from being part of the paparazzi. Although, he's always there wherever I go... And he did say he doesn't sell my photos. Oh god what does he do with those photos of me? Oh god oh god oh god. I don't feel safe in this car anymore. All feelings of safe went out the garbage bag back side window.
We suddenly pull up to an apartment parking lot and Sasori gets out without saying anything, he only gives me a quick glance. If that was his 'come hither' look, it wasn't very good. I take a deep breath and get out as well as I follow him. Now I'm not stupid being in this situation, I make sure to dial 91 on my phone first. Who knows what this sick freak is up to.
As we get to his apartment he looks around carefully first. Our eyes catch and I guess he could see the confused look on my face, "For your benefit, it would probably be best if that Zetsu wasn't following you."
"Zetsu?"
He nods and goes to unlock the door, "Zetsu is the green haired man in the photos and the guy that follows you everywhere." He sounds...angry? Why - he does the exact same thing as that Zetsu guy!
"Hypocrite.." I mutter under my breath. I think Sasori heard me but he chose not to say anything and just clicked his teeth loudly and proceeded to grind them.
We still haven't entered the apartment yet, what's the hold up? "Uh, Danna?"
He made a weird noise and buckled at the waist so fast his head hit the door, all as soon as I said Danna. However he quickly regained his composure and cleared his throat. "Deidara, please don't freak out." I didn't get to answer him and really chose not to since he was finally opening the door...
But 'freak out'? Freak out at - OH GOD.
As I expected he doesn't have a lot of furniture, but the house it very small, and very clean and neat. But honestly, how could you get messy in the first place while owning literally nothing but photos of me. Well, I assume those labeled photos albums are full of photos of me. As I walk in with Sasori following me, I can see that there are Pictures of me are on the fridge as well, and the wide variety of fashion magazines of varying dates on a bookshelf can only mean he collects only the ones that have me in them. I can see a couple of dolls that look like me too, I wonder if they're homemade? They actually look a little familiar... and no not familiar because the look like me!
I walk up and grab a couple of the magazines and suprise suprise, my suspicions are correct. I'm either on the cover or indeed featured in it. I hear a door close and turn to see Sasori walking back into the room with new clothes on. He moves towards a calendar and starts marking some stuff on it before walking over to a filing cabinet - oh god he has a filing cabinet. He bends down and pulls out a bunch of folders, about fifty and puts them on the counter and sits on one of the bar stools and begins surfing through them.
"Make sure you put everything back exactly where you found it."
He's on a mission. I put both magazines on the shelf where I had found them and step back to have a look at them all. "I had no idea I was in so many fashion magazines, yeah. Wow..."
"Three times as much as Itachi." Sasori grunts still looking at the folders, sorting them into piles of probably useless for this situation and useful.
Looking back at all the magazines, I can't help but feel a swelling of pride of how far I had actually gotten. The fact I'm three times ahead of Itachi helps too. Even if he were to wreck my reputation and make me look bad, he has a long way to catch up. It's a good thing I started modeling so young. I can't believe I've been doing this for six years now, I was only sixteen when I dropped out of school and left home.
Speaking of school... A book on another book shelf catches my attention. Is that one of my schools yearbooks? On the spine of the book in gold lettering is the year that I dropped out of school! I quickly grab it, look in the grade eleven section and indeed I see a photo of me looking as fabulous as ever. How I had no friends makes no sense... Wow my hair was short - wait no! I'm mad and confused right now!
"Sasori why the fuck do you have one of my schools yearbooks?"
He doesn't answer me but it hits me, my last name is in this year book! My whole name! That must be how Sasori knows my name!
I quickly run to him and slam the book on his hand that was resting on a closed folder. "Sasori, answer me!"
He is slow to meet my gaze and has a good clamp on his lower lip with his teeth. When it does meet I give him my best glare, making him sigh. "You weren't the only one who went to that school."
He went to my school? Then why does he only have one book? Unless - he only got the one for the year he graduated? I grab the book and quickly begin surfing through the Graduate photo section, and it doesn't take me long to find a mop of red hair on a young man as it's alphabetical order - he's apparently Sasori Akasuna. Tired, dull, brown eyes burning into the camera that just look so sad. "I-I didn't know you went to the same schools as me, yeah..." I mutter slowly lowering the book back to the counter.
Sasori doesn't say anything at first and just looks at the book sadly. "No one knows I went there, no one ever paid attention to me." He looked up at me with a small smile, "We had some classes together y'know?"
My stomach is beginning to hurt. I feel sick, this couldn't get any worse.
"I had the biggest crush on you back then. Being a grade above you, it broke my heart moving into high school first and leaving you behind."
Yeah that's one way to make me feel more sick, telling me you had a crush on me even before going into high school. Is that why he follows me around? What did he do? Follow me all the way out from the country to - ask me out on a date...
Sasori started laughing to himself, "I didn't want to ask you out the way I did. I had actually wanted to ask you to prom with me, I was so close to doing it. That is...until you..." Dropped out of school and left home to become a model.
If he hadn't become part of the paparazzi he could never have gotten close to me, not like any paparazzi has actually. There is always a distance, but there is a greater distance between fans and celebrities since the paparazzi push them out of the way. Oh god. All the photos in his apartment, he kept them. All his efforts to get closer to me he kept and didn't sell them, he even stuck to living a poor life for me. Also it's not like he could have asked me out while I was dating Itachi...
I raise a hand to my head to keep it held it up. The date on that photo where Itachi was cheating on me was the same date Sasori had sent me that text telling me he was cheating and to look into it. He didn't have the heart to show me the pictures then, but he couldn't stand back and let me continue being cheated on. Itachi wasn't the good guy, I wasn't the good guy - Sasori was the good guy.
I hear him clear his throat but he still doesn't look at me, "It took awhile to save up the money to get out here, you yourself must have been saving for a long time." Sasori...from school... Oh god. That's right, he was that weird kid who... didn't have any parents...
My hand goes right back up to my face, "Oh god!"
I feel like shit. One of the reasons I had left to be a model like that was because I had nothing. My father and I had a very rocky relationship since my mother passed and I had no friends, no one was interested in me - I was indeed a lot like Sasori. Some weirdo who was practically invisible. We always had art class together too, I can now remember that. I just now recall that mop of red hair. Every single year up until I left before he could..leave me behind again when he graduated. I feel so sick.
He laughs out again but this time looks more happy, "We'll I'm glad I got that off my chest, but the past isn't important right now. What matters now is what to do about Itachi and Zetsu."
I slam my hands on the table for the second time, "Itachi and Zetsu? Who cares about them right now?! Why didn't you tell me the day you brought me those photos, yeah?"
"Up until that point, there was no proof that you were Deidara. To everyone you were 'Day'. What did you want me to say? 'Deidara' oh my god I went to school with a boy named Deidara who looked exactly like you! His name was Deidara Katsuya though!' "
I can't answer him there. I probably would have hit him, yelled at him, stormed away and seriously never talked to him again. When I thought my stomach was a swirling pit of vipers before, this is worse - much worse. I accused him of so much. While he tried so hard to keep it all a secret, only until he found out who I was, then he -
He sighs loud, " I didn't even plan to ask you out when offering you the photos of Itachi, when I found out that you were indeed Deidara, I was so excited and it just... Happened. I'm sorry that I was completely out of line - but again, this is not important right now."
While I've been thinking he got all the folders set up and moved the useless one to the side and opened a few of the useful ones, "What you can see here is when I actually started documenting Zetsu following you." I finally nod and take a seat beside him. "At first I just thought he was a paparazzi but I slowly noticed he would get to places even before I could." He laughs. "And I thought I had gotten stalking you down to a T."
"I got suspicious so I followed him after you had gone home for the day of being with Itachi and noticed while you were at home, Zetsu had gone to Itachi's place and went inside."
He sits up and leans on his arm, "I Kept my eye on Zetsu for awhile more until I decided to follow Itachi. At first I had trouble following him, he good at avoiding the tabloids, but then he started to get either careless or maybe I just got better. It was then I started seeing him with multiple women, and then I caught him and took the photos."
It seems as though he's finished for now as he is now giving me his full attention. I'll take this as my time to pummel him with questions. I'm starting to get it, but some parts are still confusing me. "How does any of this mean he's out to get me?"
Sasori takes a quick nod, "Right. All those awful photos you thought I was publishing, were done by Zetsu who was hired by Itachi. During this time the paparazzi and tabloids couldn't keep tabs on Itachi since Zetsu was working to mislead them."
I think I get what he's talking about. "So it's like - a rise in bad me and a decrease in bad Itachi, yeah?"
Sasori that jackass gives me a stupid look. It looks like he thinking in speaking a different language. " Yeah, sure."
Looking in his eyes I get lost in thought again. Even when he tells me he had and still has a crush on me - and only a crush... I think more now and I see it as, no one would go as far as Sasori has unless they loved the person... Ohhh god. Hey wait! My stomach doesn't hurt anymore! It's more like a fluttering feeling now.
Sasori had started rambling again but I missed it, and I probably won't be able to pay attention unless I get this over with, "Sasori...Danna?"
It appears I've stopped him in the middle of him talking, but he's given me his full attention so quickly. I thought Danna was Master? So why is it whenever I call him it he ceases to think and acts like a mindless slave? Oh right...
"Are you in love with me?"
Sasori eyes widen, jaw goes slack and his face turns pink. This has to be the weirdest he's ever looked. Weird not as in bad, he's still really cute. More like, weird as in I've never seen anything like it and it's totally out of character. "Well?"
He slides his hand up to his face and grabs a pink cheek, "Is it really that obvious?"
"No, something has been eating away at my stomach since you stared talking about your past and well, when it occurred to me that you may love me is stopped hurting, yeah. So I basically went with my gut."
He raises his other hand to his face but this time starts rubbing his face roughly groaning. Is he embarrassed that he loves me? Why would he unless - right. I haven't said anything about liking him back, sure I kissed him once ON REFLEX. But I never said anything about all that he's done for me, how much he's given up, and just the fact he said he's liked me for many many years... And hasn't stopped once.
"Deidara I really REALLY think we should be focusing on Itachi right now -"
I grab his stupid handsome face, and when he has no time to react, I kiss him harshly on the lips. Not harsh like that one reflex time. That was full with excitement and gratitude. This one is harsh with passion and my goddamn feelings for him that I wanted to go away but are now apparently bursting from my chest and stomach.
I have to smile into the kiss though when I feel Sasori start to press back happily and when his slimy tentacle arms wrap around me pulling me into his lap. I relax my arms from his face and move them to his chest. I don't feel around or claw at his clothes, my hands just stay there happily resting there. This isn't a kiss of lust, unfortunately it's more a kiss of passion. I can't resist this bastard and apparently there is nothing I can do about it. Wonderful.
After what doesn't seem like hours like most people describe it, but more like a couple minutes, we pull away from each other. I've never seen Sasori so happy in my life, his eyes are hazy and dreamy Is dreamy faced - if that's a thing. He looks hypnotized, or like a love sick puppy, and it's kinda really super cute. "I have dreamed of kissing you like that ever since I was young..."
Now, here I could kiss him again or whisper him sweet nothing's like a normal person. But it appears I must not be normal since I laughed in his face.
Not mean laugh.
Ok maybe a little mean.
But after he gives me a dumb look I realize I have to fix this. Kisses usually fix things right? A peck on his lips and he's a goopy looking again, this time I won't laugh though.
"So, are we like...y'know." He asks me rubbing my hand with his own. I'm for his sake, I'm not sure. It's actually a lot like last time - just cause a boy asks you out as is head over...sneakers for you, doesn't mean you have to say yes. This time though I don't have to stop my stupid feelings down till theyre gone. I now know that I do indeed feel something for this man. However I still have to be careful.
"Danna...I'm not sure." He gives me a over the top pathetic look, making me sigh. "But at this point I can tell you that I do like you a lot and don't feel bad about it anymore."
The look on Sasori's face appears to be happy with my answer and presses out noses together, "I can't believe the great model Day and Deidara Katsuya likes me!" He then gives a rather dorky laugh that makes it impossible for me to not roll my eyes. As much as I would love to coo at how cute he is, there are more important things to talk about now.
"Now Danna, what are we going to do about Itachi?"
hello losers. hopefully you all feel something for loser sasori. cheese pie was right, he is a nerd. its 4:30 am and I need bed soooo uh oh yeah so I'm planning a sequel to my first lemon fic, mile high club. Like a chapter one. so be excited for that after paparazzi is done.
