DISCLAIMER: LOL, i sooooo one naruetoooo!11!11

A/N: FOURTH CHAPTER. Short chapters so I can update faster, 'kay? Their relationship moves sloooooooooooooooooooooow.

Rated: T for occasional swearing and because it's my comfort rating.

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Chapter Three: Danna

Deidara had been working for the Akasuna family for nearly a month, and had already been introduced to two new things: for one, a better apartment, that, for all it's bareness, was actually clean. Second was the routine he and Sasori had developed.

If Deidara only looked after Sasori two times a week, it was a slow seven days. Sasori's grandmother and great uncle were apparently diplomats who lived at home for health reasons and only occasionally visited other countries (Chiyo said this allowed them to visit more countries than your normal diplomat).

So, the blond had to look after the red head, on average, four or five times a week as his aged relatives attended parties, government meetings and the such. These occasions were normally for an entire day to an evening long. And during this time, this was the general rundown of their time together.

Deidara came to the house.

Sasori would greet him with a large smile and a cheerful, "Deidara-san!"

Deidara would reply with an equally large smile and an equally cheerful, "Sasori!"

Chiyo and Ebizou would leave.

Sasori would wait until the door closed before ordering Deidara to do some menial task, such as prepare him something to eat or watch one of his puppet shows.

Deidara would comply. Cue first overly cruel prank during or right after menial activity.

Sasori would smirk, then disappear into his room for an undetermined amount of time, returning to the downstairs just as Deidara was getting comfortable in order to boss the blond into doing something.

Cue second overly cruel prank.

Deidara would bitch this time, and order Sasori to his room.

Sasori would leave, or stay and argue about punishment. Depended on his mood.

Chiyo would call home to check up on them. Deidara would act chipper and announce everything was going great.

Sasori would wander into the family room just as Deidara hung up in order to join him on the sofa.

Some actually peaceful time would follow, until Sasori ordered Deidara to make him something to eat.

Deidara would obey, and once everything was calm again, this would cue the third overly cruel prank.

Sasori would come up for some excuse to go upstairs (bathroom, for example) to escape Deidara's angry yelling.

Deidara would be that close to going upstairs and wringing Sasori's scrawny neck when the door would open, allowing Chiyo and Ebizou to come in.

Sasori would come downstairs, and greet his relatives with a smile and a hug.

Deidara would announce that it had been fun, and he couldn't wait until next time.

Sasori and Deidara would say goodbye in sickly sweet tones.

Deidera went home.

This was the accepted routine, but is fluctuated constantly. For example, around their quiet, peaceful time, Sasori did not order Deidara to do something, instead, he asked a question.

"Deidara?"

The blond glanced at the red head at the announcement of his name. It was a quite rare event, since Sasori preferred calling him 'sitter' in as evil a tone he could muster.

"H'm?"

"Why do you wear your hair like that?" Sasori asked, staring at Deidara's luxurious blond locks. Deidara, assuming that this was an insult to his manliness, only glared, until Sasori added, "over your eye, I mean."

"Oh." Deidara blinked in surprise, and reached up a gloved hand in order to push away the thick fringe covering his left eye. Underneath was a mechanical device that Deidara had mentally labeled his 'scope'. "To cover this, h'm."

"What's that?" Asked Sasori, and Deidara wrinkled his nose. It was also a rare event for Sasori to ask many questions about Deidara's personal information.

"It's a scope, h'm. Or that's what I call it, it's mostly a camera with a zoom option. I made it myself, h'm." Deidara boasted the last part in pride, a wide smile on his tanned face.

"You made it?" Sasori asked, a look of surprise crossing his face. "I wouldn't think you'd be smart enough to manage that."

The blond let his hair cover his scope-eye, his mouth an angry line and his eyebrows drawn together in irritation. "I'll have you know I've been called a genius, brat."

"Really. Shocking." Sasori commented, a now fake look of surprise painted on his pale face. Deidara growled. but before he could say anything, Sasori continued. "Doesn't your 'scope' impair your vision?"

". . . it's already impaired, h'm." Deidara commented, as he turned his face to the side, clearly indicating he wanted no more questions. Noticing that Sasori was being silent again, he turned his face forward again, only to be greeted by a curious, child-like face that was far too close for comfort. "H'm?"

"How so?" Sasori had stood up, and leaned in on Deidara's personal space when the blond hadn't been paying attention. Deidara gave him an angry look, and kept his lips pressed together tight. He didn't feel like answering the inquiring red head's questions.

Sadly, Deidara was forgetting an important thing about Sasori; his grandmother and great uncle spoiled him bratty. He was used to getting what he wanted. So, he would not pay attention to Deidara's clear desire for privacy. Therefor, without further ado, Sasori gracefully hopped onto Deidara and proceeded to straddle the blond, his small hands coming up to the other male's face. "I asked you a question," an annoyed Sasori commented, as his hands attempted to push Deidara's hair out of the way.

The blue-eyed male was too fast however, as his larger hands came up and grabbed Sasori's. "Stop that." He ordered, trying to push the red head off his lap, to no avail.

Sasori struggled to free himself. "Just tell me, and I'll leave you alone," he growled, eyes narrowing in frustration as Deidara easily overpowered him.

Deidara sighed. He could tell Sasori felt like being persistent. Well, there was no harm in telling. Not really, anyways. "Fine. I'm completely colour-blind in my left eye, h'm."

"That's not too bad," Sasori paused, rolling his shoulders as he thought. "So you mix up colours?"

Deidara shook his head. "No, I mean that this eye---" he gestured to his left eye, still holding Sasori's hands in one of his, "---can't see colours at all, h'm. Black and white. I cover it up because it's harder to see, h'm. The world is so sterile . . . and fake . . . and not vibrant . . . when it's all shades of gray, h'm." Deidara sighed, closing his fully-working eye. "You look even more like doll than ever under this eye, brat. H'm."

Sasori gave Deidara a startled look, his mouth twisting in distaste. "I'd prefer puppet. And stop calling me a brat, you brat." Sasori apparently did not feel like touching any further on a subject that clearly bothered his blond caretaker. "I deserve respect, you work for me."

"I work for your grandmother, h'm." Corrected Deidara, as he finally let go of Sasori's hands. To his surprise, instead of returning to his seat on the carpet, Sasori let his head fall onto Deidara's shoulder as he snuggled closer. The blond, not knowing how to react, froze. After deciding that Sasori wasn't about to stab Deidara with a push pin, the blue-eyed blond allowed himself to relax, an arm reaching out and curling around the red-head's small form. Looking down at the bundle now in his arms, Deidara felt a small smile creep up on his face. "Fine, h'm."

"You actually will?" Sasori tilted his head in order to survey the blond suspiciously. "Awfully nice of you, sitter."

"Well, I realized you're right, h'm. You deserve respect befitting your many years . . . Danna." Deidara gave a wicked grin at this, and it was clear he meant the suffix 'danna' in respect to the fact that Sasori was a year older than himself. Or, as another way to put it, in a mockingly respectful manner calling Sasori an old man.

". . . you brat." Sasori mumbled, before turning his heated glare into the crook of Deidara's neck. Deidara only snickered a tad in reply, before settling back in order to allow Sasori more room to cuddle.

Deidara had no idea why he was allowing such a thing. Sasori didn't either.

.END CHAPTER THREE.

A/N: SMEXEH. They're getting closer, I suppose. Next chapter, more bonding, then some unfortunate un-bonding.