A.N: I love Gaara and he so deserved a cute little coffee related part in this story!
Disclamer: NARUTO IS NOT MINE OKAY? I just write fan fics cuz I'm a nerd
Chapter Eight: Art
"Sakura-Chan the blossom of youth!" Lee cried on seeing me. Naruto and Gaara where right behind him and I inwardly cursed my bad luck. Deidara how ever didn't seem fazed. "It's so wonderful to see you on this youthful day!"
"Nice to see you too," I muttered hoping perhaps they'd ignore the S-class criminal sitting across from me. "Hi Naruto-kun and Kazekage."
"You know you don't have to call me that," Gaara sighed crossing his arms.
"Yea I know but it's fun to watch your face when I say that," I grinned at Gaara who just kind of huffed in reply.
"Sakura-Chan are you alright Hinata thought she had done something wrong!" Naruto burst out.
"No it's fine I just hadn't expected company and my brain was really blanked out," I lied and watched Deidara's lips twitch into a smirk, bastard.
"Oh," was Naruto's only come back as Lee came back into the conversation.
"Cherry Blossom are you still with Sasuke-kun," Lee asked as if I where about to just jump into his arms and say 'take me away!'
"Yea…"
"Oh."
"Would you guys like some coffee?" the waitress asked coming up from behind the three.
"Yea," Gaara said "I'd like a cup."
"Cream or milk?"
"Neither."
"Sugar?"
"Give me like nine or ten packs," Gaara ordered and the waitress gave him a funny look but just left with his order.
"You'll drink that?" Naruto questioned giving the Kazekage the same look the waitress had given him.
"A childhood favorite."
"Right." Everyone decided to drop our conversation before we got anymore unneeded information on Gaara's major screw up of a childhood.
After Gaara drank his coffee the three left to do whatever it is they did when the Kazekage was in town.
"Your friends scare me hmm," Deidara stated after they left.
"They scare me too," I sighed looking at him "Okay how did Gaara not recognize you?"
"I don't know un."
"You lie!"
"So?" he blinked as if the answer was right in front of my face. I just scowled at him as his smirk became a grin.
I rolled my eyes and smiled back. What did it matter? "So what do you want to do I'm so not going to work today," I said with a shrug.
"How about we go for a walk or something hmm?" he asks messing with a lock of his bangs.
"Doesn't seem like your style."
He smiles from ear to ear. "It's a surprise yeah."
"What kind of surprise?" I asked as we got up. I self a few coins on the table.
"That would be telling un."
I really should have known better then to let him pick what we were to do all day, because before I knew it I was nearly two hundred feet in the air on a slippery clay bird. I clanged to Deidara for dear life and I think he enjoyed it too. I don't know how he could stand on the stupid thing forget doing flips and all kinds off odd gymnastics he did while fighting.
"Deidara!" I squealed as my foot slipped on the wet clay. He silently wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me back up next to him.
"Calm down girlie yeah and enjoy the view un," he commanded as the bird slowly went higher up into the air "hold to the clay with your charka baka un."
"Oh right," I muttered forcing the charka to my feet. Even with me glued to the bird he didn't let go of my hip. I loosened my grip on his shirt as I began to relax. "Were did you get this clay?" I questioned looking up at his face.
"The ground of course," he said rolling his eyes "the mouths are there for a reason."
"Oh?"
He nods showing me his palm it's mouth busily chewing on clay. I watched it memorized as it spat up the clay with a small 'blah' sound. "Does it speak?"
"What? No! humph!" he said as if it was the most ridicules thing he had ever heard. I blushed seeing that it was a very silly thing to ask. "I've tried," he confesses giving me a smile. I smiled back leaning on his shoulder he rested his cheek on my head. Blond locks feel over my brow and I looked up at them annoyed. I didn't see Deidara moving his other hand pinching and molding the clay he had been chewing on.
Moments later I saw a flash and the sound of a blast. I nearly feel off the bird again in surprise but Deidara had a good hold of me.
"Did you see it hmm?" he whispers and I nod. "This is my art yeah," he said sending off two smaller birds and having them explode. It was the most beautiful and terrible forms of art I've ever see. We sat down and watched Deidara art for hours. I didn't even realize how long we had been sitting a top the bird till the explosions had begun to glow brighter in the darker sky. We had been there all day!
"We should head back," I said sleepily resting my head on his shoulder. I felt his hand tangle into my hair.
"A few more minutes hmm?" he asked massaging my scalp.
"Hmm," I replied loving the feeling of his fingers in my hair. I know now what true art is. Deidara was right and will always be right on the definition. This touch, this one tiny moment of sharing warmth this is art. It wont last for long but it will be imprinted in my mind till I die. This is Deidara's and my art alone it will never belong to anyone else other then us.
Perhaps this is what he meant last night. Until now my only feelings for Deidara was lust but now…I'm not so sure. I don't want to love him everything in the intelligent side of my brain tells me to kill him now but I hold back. I can't do it when he's always looking at me so thoughtfully and caring. I hate that I love him.
