First off, an apology: I just went to upload the next chapter of this fic - which I thought was chapter 6. However, it seems that when I was really drunk a couple of weeks ago I already uploaded that chapter without editing it, and I have absolutely no memory of it. I must have been totally trollied on the old vino. Anyway, if it was a bit hard to follow last chapter without any page breaks/decent grammer, I wholeheartedly apologise.
The Beautiful and the Damned
Tobi and Hidan were released without charge. The detectives had obtained a warrant and Deidara's house and cars had been searched. The search had been fruitless and the blond was released on bail to return for a court hearing in a few days. The story was all over the papers and entertainment shows; it had been reported from an insider that it had been a set up planned by a photographer and the singer – the photographer got a massive pay check, the singer got unrivalled publicity. A prosecution against the singer was dropped as he was only pictured taking the drugs while Deidara was arrested for supply; the band's new album had gone straight to number one. Deidara was not an idiot – he knew when he had been fucked over.
The court case did not bother him, he had a great lawyer and had been in this situation a couple of times. He knew that had he been a normal guy off the street there would be no doubt over a prison sentence; the worst he had to fear was a prolonged stint in rehab. What really bothered the blond was what Sasori would think of him. He had had no contact with the redhead since that morning in Rain, where his full intention had been to leave as Sasori's boyfriend. He was crazy about the other artist, even sure that he had seen the redhead a few times in the city.
The court hearing did not last long; Deidara got off with the lesser charge of possession and was fined. Damn his lawyer was good.
Sasori would probably have remained oblivious to the drama surrounding Deidara had Temari not told him about it. She had called him and asked him to meet her in the coffee shop. She came in carrying a copy of The Sun that was a few days old.
"Have you heard?!"
Sasori just looked puzzled, "Um, no?"
"Oh my God, I know you pretty much live under a rock but I thought you would have at least heard something! Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news. Look…" She showed him the front page where there was a large photo of Deidara taking cocaine. He stared at it before reading the article. The article was continued on page 4. Sasori turned the pages.
"Sasori? You might not want to see the other photos…" The redhead ignored her and sat staring at a photo of Deidara, a look of utter pleasure on his face as his dick was sucked by a man. Surprisingly, that was not the photo that affected him the most; Sasori felt physically sick when he saw Deidara and the other man kissing hungrily. Temari took the paper off him,
"This is a few days old, but I've been following the story. Apparently it was all a publicity stunt on the part of the other guy. Deidara knew nothing about them being caught and ended up getting arrested for supplying drugs. His court hearing was yesterday, I think he got off with a fine," Temari explained. She bit her lip when she noticed that Sasori looked positively murderous.
"I can't fucking believe the bastard that used him like that!" Sasori took a few deep breaths to calm down, "Sorry." Temari patted his hand reassuringly,
"Don't be. But as far as I know, he's fine."
Sasori nodded in response, "I've seen him around a few times, but I always hid so he wouldn't see me. God I've been acting like a schoolgirl." He noticed her eyes widen comically as she looked over his shoulder to the door,
"Well, now's your chance. Oh would you look at the time, I have to go. I'll ring you later," she jumped up and hurried out of the door. Sasori turned to watch her go,
"Temari wait, I…" he stopped as he came face to face with Deidara. He noticed that the blond looked as surprised at the encounter as he did. They stood staring at each other in shocked silence until Deidara spoke,
"Sasori…you look well…" the blond offered. He was very pale, making the dark circles under his eyes stand out more. Sasori looked over the blond's frame – he looked so much skinnier than he remembered.
"You…don't."
Deidara gave him a sad smile, "I know. Could we talk?" He sounded so hopeful.
"…yes," Sasori moved to a quiet booth at the back where there were no other patrons, Deidara sitting down opposite him.
Deidara took a deep breath, refusing to look at Sasori, "So…I guess you hate me then, after seeing what I've done?"
"You couldn't be further from the truth…I hate the bastard who used you."
"Sasori…I'm crazy about you-ˮ
Sasori took Deidara's hand in his own, making the blond look at him, confused, "When I told you that the kiss had been a mistake," Sasori sighed, he owed both of them the truth, "…I was wrong," Sasori couldn't help but smile at how bewildered the blond looked.
"I don't understand, yeah."
"Deidara, I want to give you a chance," Sasori explained. It took a while for Sasori's words to sink in, but then Deidara gave him one of his dazzling smiles,
"So, we can like, go out on a date? Tonight?"
Sasori nodded. Deidara jumped up and punched the air, "YES!" Several people turned to look at them, "Um, where do you want to go, yeah?"
"Well, I believe it's the first night of the Winter Market tonight in the Great Park, shall we go there?" Sasori suggested.
"Perfect! How about we meet at the main park gates underneath the clock at eight?" The blond looked positively giddy.
Sasori smiled, "I'll see you there. I have to get back to the gallery," Sasori stood and paused for a second seeming to think about something, before placing a quick kiss on the blond's lips and leaving. Deidara closed his eyes and smiled, his fingers touching hips lips where Sasori had kissed him.
Lol, Temari reads The Sun
