Oh looky! nachos is back! Yes yes, please applaud! For I am back from my absence! You see, I was playing with Kakashi and we ran into some wild elephants who wanted to give us piggy back rides, but we were all out of peanut butter, so we had to go back-

"GET ON WITH THE STORY"

...Fine. I don't own Naruto..


Deidara groaned and laid on his stomach, once again worrying over his asshole roommates attitude. Right after the Deidara had done what the puppet master had told him- get dressed- he had called Temari, to inform her of the odd behavior her cousin seemed to be doing that morning, worried that Sasori may have some kind of disease that messed with his brain.

"Yeah, if being gay is a disease." Temari remarked, giggling through the phone. Deidara frowned, then began twiddling his hair.

"What are you talking about, un. That's not really nice to say-"

"Look Deidara, let me repeat this."

"Okay, un."

"You got in the shower, right?"

"Yeah, un."

"You got out, and put a towel on."

"Mhm."

"Did you get dressed?"

"…No, that's kinda uncomfortable."

Temari giggled. "Then where did you go after you DIDN'T get dressed?"

"I went to try to calm down Sasori. He was slamming things-"

"ALRIGHT. That was your second mistake. Lets talk about your first one."

Deidara frowned, "I didn't think I did anything wrong, un?"

Temari sighed. "Sasoris gay."

Deidara scowled. "Youre not being such a nice cousin for spreading rumors around about Sasori, especially to his roommate, un. Sasori told me that the stuff you put online was-"

"Deidara."

"What, un?"

"He's gay. Really."

"…."

"Deidara, do you get it now."

"….un.."

Temari cackled. "hahaha! You totally made my cousin all hot and bothered! He wants you bad, let me tell you. Sasori LOVES blondes, you should have seen him at this one party. He was making out with this blonde and-. Well you don't want to hear about that HAHA! Now! Your second mistake."

By this point Deidara had understood his VERY big first mistake, the blush on his cheeks was an obvious sign that he new this.

He had gone into the kitchen half naked- okay, more than half, way more- with a gay man in there. 'oh shit, un.' Deidaras face was practically was sizzling with heat, an intense fire was rising in his body as he felt shame, guilt and embarrassment crawl up and down his himself.

Deidara picked at his nails worriedly, asking himself something that he had from the start.

'What have I gotten myself into?'

Sasori didn't seem like a terrible guy-…Well, he hit a lot and sometimes he was dangerous but-.. Okay so the guy wasn't too rude (sometimes). And he was an artist! Yeah, so obviously he couldn't be that bad of a person, right? All artists were cool in their own way, so why wasn't this working out. Was It that Sasori was gay? No, because Deidara was bisexual, so no problems could come out of that. He blushed as he thought of Sasori liking him. Sasori was cute, of course he realized this. But he didn't seem like the person to Stay with somebody, that or his attitude would prevent something like that from happening.

He thought of what Temari said about the party, and felt a slight tingle of jealousy, but Temaris voice burst into his head.

"WELL Im so glad we had this talk, I guess now that you know what to do, you'll get along SO much better. BYE, LOVE!" Deidara groaned as the phone went silent. He had spent too much thinking, he didn't even hear Temari.

Slowly, he gets up and grabs his keys. "Maybe ill think of something at school, or work." he mumbles to himself.

Sasori sighed, hearing the silent click of the front door being closed. Perhaps it was safe now to exit his room so he could get things done. He had a ton of projects to work on like-… Okay, so he didn't have that many projects, so what. A toy store still counted, right? That just meant he could look for more work while doing the project, perhaps there was somebody in need of a good puppet. Like…. Another museum? He frowned. No, none of his artwork had been as great, seeing as how he was using cheaper woods and tools to create the puppets. He thought about how amazed Deidara had been at the puppet he moved inside of the other extra room and smirked. Obviously the cheap items still amazed the simple-minded.

The red head walks out of his room and tiptoed down the hallway to the room Deidara had (luckily) not ventured to. Opening the door, he let out a huff. Not only were puppets hanging on the walls, but sketches and paintings littered the floor, the closet was stuffed with unused cloth and wigs and carving knives were placed dangerously in corners of it.

Sasori grabbed all of the things and pulled them out with his arms, swiftly throwing them out, then he crouched to the pile, analyzing the different types of blocks of wood that were available. He had to think. Just because he didn't have many extravagant buyers, it didn't mean he would bullshit his artwork., if a toystore wanted a puppet, then dammit if he wasn't going to produce one hell of a puppet.

He picked through the large pile and selected the things he preferred for this job, immediately heading to his room to work on said puppet at his desk. He hoped that maybe work would help in getting his mind off of the new blonde living in his apartment. He flushed angrily as he set the items down carefully, once again thoroughly embarrassed at his own actions.

"Don't think about him, don't think about him." he grumbled to himself, picking up a knife. It was time to work, not think.

As if.

Deidara could barely pay attention to the College art teacher-not that he wanted to listen to the old man drone on about pencils anyway- (plus Deidara was sure the man was deaf). He couldn't think without the earlier incident between him and Sasori coming to his mind. How long had it been since he first met the cute red head?

This was the second day.

"Fuck me" Deidara groaned, laying his head on top of his arms. This was getting way too awkward WAY too quickly.

"You shouldn't say that type of stuff with an ass like that" A hand rubbed his back tenderly before dipping down his spine. Deidara looked to the voice and bitch slapped the albino beside him.

"Stay the fuck off me, Hidan." He growled, ignoring the stares that came from nearby students. The teacher, however, just continued on about the 2B pencil and its magnificent uses.

Said Albino smirked and flipped Deidara off. "Didn't even hurt, bit-"

WHACK!

"He said to stop, you moron." A low voice growled. Hidan turned to see his mask-wearing boyfriend.

"Don't fucking hit me, asshole!" Hidan screeched, once again earning stares from the other students in the room."And the charcoal pencil is good for blah blah" The teacher kept going. Yup, hes got to be deaf.

"Kakuzu, why the fuck is he here?" He thought about it for a moment, realizing the big man wasn't one to draw. "why the fuck are you even here?"

"I sew." The two stared at each other for a moment and Kakuzu sighed. "This is to help me outline designs."

"And I'm here because I can, bitches!" Hidan exclaimed, this time the wtf stares turning into dirty looks. It was a good thing the Albinos boyfriend was a big man, else Hidan would be running from about thirty angry artists (or get a lot of drawings with him having the ever-loving shit beat out of him).

"Hidan, shut up." The masked man growled once more, pulling the pale teen to his chest in a painfully tight squeeze, although not for cuddling purposes. Hopefully Hidan would become knocked out from lack of air and the room would be peaceful.

"Get the fuck off me!" Hidan wheezed, struggling to move the big arm, "I'll be quiet, promise! Please-" The big man didn't budge and Hidan looked down. His face turned red as he mumbled out a silent, "Please, 'Kuzu?"

The big mans eyes widened slightly and he raised his brows, giving the Albino some leeway. He would never admit it, but the pet name was rather cute- er, very nice. It was nice. He didn't let Hidan free completely, his hand preparing to cover the teens mouth if necessary. Which, knowing him, would be very soon. Kakuzu started counting seconds in his head.

"So," Hidan began. "Tell Hidy-poo why you are in such a hissy mood and begging for a fuck?"

Deidara sneered, but chose to ignore his 'friends' comment. "Shut the fuck up Hidan." okay, or not. "And if have to know, My new roommate is an asshole." He scowled and crossed his arms, slouching in his chair. "I've only been there for two days and He's been rude to me since the beginning."

"You arent moving back." Kakuzu said simply.

"The fuck? As if id want to, you guys are so loud when you fuck, plus Kakuzu is so cheap I couldn't showwer everyday!"

"You take too long of showers"

"Hidan scowled. "Its not fucking, we make LOVE thank you."

Deidara scrunched his brows( although you could only see one of them) "You are such a big pussy."

Hidan clawed out "Well at least I don't like pussy still, stupid bisexual! CHOOSE A SIDE DAMMIT" Hidan screeched, grabbing for Deidaras hair. Kakuzu pulled him into another suffocating 'hug' and sighed. Two minutes.

The blonde moved further from Hidan and sighed. "Kakuzu, Im not moving back, I just don't know what to do. So much has happened in not even two days. He blushed. "I think he likes me, but hes a dick, so I don't even know if I like him back."

Kaluzu looked to the frowning blonde and then shrugged. "Ask The Shark at work. I couldn't care less, just as long as you don't come back." Then he turned to the teacher.

Deidara scowled "well fuck you too, then." He growled.

"You wish, bitch!" Hidan had managed to move his mouth out of the large chest, and was now flipping him off, although with some difficulty.

Deidara sighed. Perhaps Kakuzu was right though, Kisame (aka dubbed, 'The Shark') Was known to be a love guru. He had managed to get to Itachi after all, and Lord knows that guy was borderline asexual as they get before Kisame.

The class ended quickly after that, and Deidara was now determined. He needed to talk to Kisame, and before things got worse. (or better?)


Authors Note: I KNOW I KNOW its been a while. Gimme a spanking?

JK THOSE HURT. So, It took a while, but its here, no?

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