"Blondie, what the shit just happened?" Hidan demanded once they were a good distance away from the bar. He had followed Deidara out on a whim, and along the way he wasn't so sure if his company was actually welcomed. However, Deidara didn't say anything or tell him to go away so he assumed it was okay. They had been walking for a good ten minutes before Hidan decided to spring the question.

"I saved a man's life, un," Deidara replied calmly, as if he didn't just drill a hole into a stranger's skull. In front of a large audience. In a pub. With a household drill. All by himself.

"Well, fuck," Hidan replied, not really knowing what else to say. "Wasn't that fucking dangerous?"

"Obviously, un," Deidara said, turning around to peer at Hidan curiously. "Dude, you do know that even operations conducted in a proper operation room have risks, right?"

"Why, fuck no, operations are always safe and successful," Hidan replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Fuck you."

"Yeah, thought so, un," Deidara said, laughing lightly and turning back around. "Do you want to have Starbucks?" he asked, noticing that there was one just in front of them.

"Why not?" Hidan said before smirking. "Let's pull an all-nighter here."

"Yeah, sure, un," Deidara answered immediately, even though he wasn't actually sure that he wanted to. He hadn't felt uncomfortable with Hidan at all for the entire span of time he had known him, which is actually saying something because his comfort of being around a certain person usually lasts for about a week. Two weeks at most. By then, he would usually only be able to spend a maximum of one hour alone with that person. More than that and he would feel suffocated and awkward.

Anyway, this would be the first time that he would spend an entire night with somebody. He had never gone for sleepovers because they just didn't appeal to him, and he wasn't that comfortable around people anyway.

"If we fall asleep, will they chase us out?" Hidan questioned as he glanced inside the shop. It was only half full, which was quite unusual but Deidara supposed that this Starbucks was considered out of the way. Most people wouldn't venture so far into this side street just to look for a cup of coffee since there were two bigger ones just along the main street.

"Don't worry," Deidara replied, smirking sideways at his friend. "I'll make sure to leave first thing in the morning if you fall asleep so people can mistake you for a hobo, like you have always wanted."

"Never fucking said I wanted to bloody experience being a damned hobo!" Hidan snapped as he pushed opened the door, making a jingling sound as he did so. "You're the one who looks like some Jashin forsaken hobo, Blondie."

"Dude, that's insulting!" Deidara said, punching Hidan's arm lightly. The other probably didn't feel it though, what with his muscles and all. "Anyway, what I mean is that I'm not dragging your sorry ass home, drunk or not."

Hidan ignored him as he ventured further into the café. In the end, they took the seat furthest away from the entrance. Sitting at the tables along the huge window where anyone who walked past could see them was not exactly their cup of tea. It didn't matter that only a couple of people would even walk past. The knowledge of it happening was the annoying thing. The table they chose was conveniently hidden behind a large plant as well, so they were away from the prying eyes of the staff and other patrons. Even if Hidan did fall asleep, no one would know. Deidara told that to Hidan who immediately glared at him.

"I'm going to get some coffee," Hidan announced, placing both hands on the table and pushing himself up. He smirked at the blonde. "I'll get you whatever I feel like getting you."

"Whatever, un," Deidara replied, waving his hand as Hidan stalked away. He looked between the leaves of the plant and stared at the other customers who were all chatting happily with their friends. They seemed to have a lot to talk about. A lot of happy things at that, judging by their smiles. It could have something to do with the fact that this was a Friday night too. As he switched his gaze to Hidan, he idly wondered if it was going to be a long night.

Sasori prided himself on being indifferent to most things, impatience aside. Things just do not shock him the way it did other people, like his internship for example. He was happy when he received it of course, but the endorphin faded in a few hours, and he sure as hell was not surprised. Other people were though. They all came up to him to congratulate him and commented on how stunningly amazing it was that a third year student managed to ace such a prestigious internship. Of course there were a couple of seniors who were royally pissed off but they could go "fuck themselves" as Kisame put it.

Anyway, the point is that things never shock Sasori. After all, if things had a chance of happening (which is everything actually), they might. Sure, Deidara had just completed a successful surgery in front of him with absolutely zero proper medical equipment or instructions, but even so, Sasori found that he was just slightly stunned. Honestly, he had been prepared to see the man die before him (no he wasn't a pessimist, he was a pragmatist) and when the man didn't, and would probably live now thanks to the blonde, he was amazed that the 1% chance happened. That's all.

The thing that bothered him more was that Deidara definitely had skill. It was apparent from the success of the surgery, but Sasori could tell from the way he handled the drill as well. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply and exactly how deep to drill. And he was calm. He was totally composed even though he only had one attempt to get it right. If he had failed, the man would have been dead within the second. No questions asked. But that was only one of the consequences.

If he had failed, he would have been charged with murder and he would have been founded guilty. That was a given, because he did use a household drill and penetrated a man's skull with no medical certification. Even if it was obvious that he was trying to remove the blood clot from the man's brain, no one would have believed that a first year medical student had any chance at succeeding. Heck, they might even classify him as mentally unsound and send him off to an asylum to spend the rest of his life.

Deidara was either really confident, or he really wanted to save that man's life.

Sasori was annoyed that he himself actually thought that it was the first option. He hated not knowing things among many other stuff, and now he really wanted to know where Deidara had picked his skills up from. Being a genius was one thing (he would know obviously), knowing how to operate a highly dangerous surgery without prior practice (at least he assumed) was another.

Sure, he was probably one of the smartest people on earth but even he wouldn't be able to perform such a surgery so successfully at the first try and without any necessary equipment at that. In other words, it was actually quite clear that the younger medical student had performed this surgery before. Which brings him to his next question: who would allow such a young, inexperienced person to perform such a high-risk surgery?

"Sasori, are you okay?" It was Itachi. The black haired man was standing beside him, but when he arrived the redhead did not know. He was too lost in his own thoughts. Itachi must have noticed that, because despite not having any expression on his face, the slight twinge of concern in his voice was a dead giveaway.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sasori replied, brushing off his friend's worry and turning to head back to the rest of his friends. As he was making his way over, he noticed that the blood was already wiped off the floor and the disco lights had long been turned back on. Everyone had also returned to their own worlds. In spite of himself, Sasori smirked. People always moved on so easily, like there was nothing worth holding on to.

Without even asking, he grabbed Kisame's glass and drowned its contents, blocking out the protests from the blue haired male. He didn't like drinking but he really needed to get drunk tonight.

"Oh fuck, I needa rush, Blondie. Jashin damned project meeting starts in ten minutes!" Hidan shouted, attracting the attention of the baristas at the counter. They all shot him glares of varying degrees. Some had been there since the night before and had witnessed the insane and loud laughter, along with lots of swearing (courtesy of Hidan), coming from the two college students and were currently very annoyed at said two. A few had just entered for the morning shift and were still too sleepy to care about the world.

Deidara ignored them and just watched Hidan frantically dump all his stuff into his bag with an amused smirk on his face. Thank God his lecture (damned weekend lecture) only started later in the morning. Hidan didn't even bother to say bye before he picked his bag up and rushed out of the café, cursing all the way. The albino actually looked anxious for once and the situation wouldn't have been all that humourous except that he left his wallet behind. Before Deidara could say anything though, he was already long gone.

"Did you spend the entire night here?"

Deidara looked up from Hidan's wallet to see Sasori taking a seat opposite him, a cup of hot coffee in hand. Honestly, Deidara was weirded out by this unusual display of openness by the redhead and he must have let it show on his face because Sasori was glaring at him.

"What, Brat?"

"Nothing, Danna, un," Deidara replied quickly, snatching his own Frappuccino off the table and taking a quick sip. "Never pegged you down as being the friendly, pro-active type, un."

"What was that discussion we had about assumptions last night?" Sasori asked, smiling smugly as the blonde rolled his eyes and continued sipping his drink. "Konan's outside."

"You're kidding, un," Deidara muttered, turning his head and hoping that the senior was nowhere to be seen. But she was there alright, standing outside with a bunch of girls Deidara didn't recognise. "She has friends."

"She's a social butterfly," Sasori said, staring disdainfully at Konan and her group of friends as well. "And those girls are not nice."

"Experience, un?" Deidara asked in amusement, watching as Sasori's expression grew progressively more annoyed.

"Bad ones."

"What did they do, un?" Deidara asked in interest, because really it was not everyday that Akasuna Sasori actually reacted to something.

"What they do, you mean. Anyway, they quote literature at me," Sasori said darkly. "Insulting ones. Knowing that I actually understand."

"Maybe that's why they do it, un," Deidara said, chuckling lightly. "As fun as it may be to insult people without them actually understanding, it's just as amusing to do it to someone who understands, un."

"Don't worry, Brat," Sasori replied, eyeing the blonde coolly. "I'll be sure to express your interest to them."

"I need another drink, un," Deidara said instead, joining his newly emptied cup to the ones on the table before looking at them sadly. "I'm so gonna be broke."

"Your own doing," Sasori told him before sighing. "You might want to wait."

Deidara was about to ask why when the bell went off, signaling the arrival of customers, or the arrival of the group of females to be exact. The blonde sighed and fell back against his chair, glaring slightly as the incessant chattering reached his ears. Konan's voice was more than detectable among the others, and Deidara wondered if she was as noisy as this when she was with Pein. A glance in Sasori's direction told him that the older man was wondering the exact same thing.

"They are so noisy," Sasori muttered, glaring at the wall instead of the creators of said noise.

"Why don't you just glare at them, un?" Deidara asked, turning back to look at Sasori who was currently looking at the wall as if he wanted to burn it down. He probably did.

"They can sense it, especially Konan," Sasori gritted out as he continued glaring at the wall.

"Really, Danna, un?" Deidara asked, trying hard not to laugh, because really, did Sasori really believe that? Though he wished he kept his mouth shut when the glare was redirected at him.

"Try it, Brat," Sasori snapped before adding hastily, "When I'm not around."

"Wow, Danna, you mean it's true?" Deidara asked. He did not mean to sound patronising, but it probably sounded that way, because the Akasuna glare stayed on him.

"It's Konan and her friends," Sasori stressed slowly, as if it was the most simply concept on earth.

"Right, un," Deidara said, nodding his head slowly. "Right, it's Konan." Which means that whatever Sasori said was definitely true. Seriously, if you could tame Pein, you must have some supernatural power residing in you.

"Exactly."

The two waited in silence for the next ten minutes before the girls finally filed out of the Starbucks café, each with a drink in hand. It was amazing how they never ran out of things to say. They had talked the entire duration they were in the store and were still happily chatting away, showing no signs of stopping. More importantly though, Deidara swore he saw Konan smirk in their direction before she left.

"Did you see that, un?" he questioned Sasori who nodded. He sighed. "I'm getting my drink, un."

After a few minutes, Deidara came back with a scowl etched onto his face.

"I'm so kicking Hidan's ass, un," he proclaimed as he placed his cup onto the table.

"Why?" Sasori asked, for conversation's sake more than anything.

"I ordered a cup of Caffe Mocha, and that guy gave me a bloody hot chocolate, un. I argued with him but he refused to change it, insisting it was Caffe Mocha when it was obviously not. Then I remembered that Hidan told the poor guy to fuck off last night along with other profanities which I refuse to regurgitate, un."

"You're nice," Sasori said, but they both knew he was being sarcastic. "Let's go. Lecture starts in half an hour."

"There's still time then, un," Deidara retorted.

"Goodbye," Sasori said and promptly stood up and left, ignoring the spluttering blonde. A few moments later, the sound of running footsteps reached his ears and a hand clasped onto his shoulder.

"Dude," Deidara panted. "Do you always walk this quickly?"

"It's my normal speed," Sasori replied, shrugging his hand off and continued on his way. He did slow down though, because he was feeling nice that day.

"Urgh, it's too damn sweet, un," Deidara complained, making a face at the cup. "He definitely added in more sugar."

"Throw it away then."

"It freaking cost me 410 yen, un!" Deidara growled.

"You sound like Kakuzu," Sasori said, smirking as he thought about all the things his friend would say to the suggestion of throwing something away. "Not a compliment."

"Right, he's that miser, un."

Sasori smirked in spite of himself. He knew that Kakuzu was infamous for being stingy and in love with money, as did the man himself, but no one had ever gone as far as to call him a miser before. He couldn't wait to tell his friend.

"Hold on, I'm gonna finish this," Deidara said. Sasori sighed as he waited (he was feeling really nice), and immediately regretted it. Sure, the other medical student only took about five seconds to drown the drink's entire content but it was still five seconds.

"Finally," Sasori muttered before walking off again.

"Danna, it was five seconds, un," Deidara protested, as he rushed to keep up again. Sasori was definitely walking faster.

"Please don't have a sugar rush now."

"I'm skipping that phase and going straight into depression."

"Good," Sasori said, glad that he was not the only one suffering. He had gotten drunk the previous night just like he had wanted to. Needless to say, the morning did not turn out as lovely as it should have been.

It was lucky that it was weekend and that the only lecture scheduled for the day was their combined lecture, because Sasori was sure that there would be a lot of stares if he were to walk into the school compound with Deidara. Just imagining it made his skin crawl. He was really glad that it was a weekend.

"It's a combined, un?" Deidara asked in surprise when Sasori walked into the same lecture hall as him. "I thought it was for freshmen only."

"Why would they split a weekened lecture into four?" Sasori asked, wondering not for the first time if Deidara was actually, really dumb and the only reason why he was a genius was because he was possessed more often than not. The blonde simply ignored him as he took a seat right next to Sasori who glared.

"Don't you have your own friends, Brat?" Sasori snarled.

"Danna, are you trying to tell me you saved these seats for your friends?" Deidara asked, smiling, knowing that he had already won. It was confirmed when Sasori sent him an icy gaze but turned his attention back to the front of the lecture hall. At first, he was glad that the lecturer was already there, but when he saw who the lecturer was, he almost fell out of his chair (one of the rare times he was actually shocked), but he didn't, because Akasuna Sasori did not do things like fall out of his chair. It did not matter that he could probably pull it off skillfully.

"Seriously," he breathed out before he realised that he was not the only one who uttered that particular word.

It took him another second to realise that Deidara was the other person. However, it seemed that the blonde had not heard him at all. His attention was all on the lecturer. Again, Sasori felt curiosity rise up within him. Why did Deidara, of all people, seem to know the lecturer personally? Before he had time to question him though, the lecturer started speaking.

"I know I said I was taking at least a year off, but I changed my mind. Now how have you people been?" Chiyo asked, a wide smile on her face.