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Deidara moaned loudly as the smooth lips pressed against his neck. The skilled hands running up and down his sides sent shivers through out his body. He pushed himself towards the teacher, begging for me.

"Oh, Danna," he moaned quietly.

Deidara gasped when he felt teeth sink into his neck. It felt painful but so fulfilling at the same time. He felt the teacher start to pull his pants down. His heart started racing at the thought of what was going to happen soon.

"WAKE UP, DEIDARA!" He suddenly heard someone scream into his ear.

Deidara jerked awake. He tried to gain his balance, but fell out of his bed on to the floor. He groaned and rubbed his head. He looked up to see who had yelled at him.

"What the fuck, Ino?" He asked, extremely pissed off to be woken up in such a way.

"You promised that you would drive me to Hinata's house at noon and it's already 11:15!" She said.

He sighed, "You didn't need to yell at me, you know."

"I did," she said, "You were moaning so loud that I couldn't wake you up any other way."

He froze when she said that. His face turned bright red from embarrassment.

"I-I wasn't!" He said, trying to defend himself.

She smirked, "Yes you were. You kept calling out for someone named 'Danna'. You must really like that guy, because you didn't want to wake up."

"...please don't tell anyone about this..," he said really quietly and got up off the floor.

"Don't worry. I won't," she said, "as long as you still take me to Hinata's."

He nodded, "I will. Just give me a minute to get dressed."

Ino left the room so he could get ready. In about ten minutes he was done. They locked the apartment and started going to the car.

"So who is this 'Danna' that has won my brother's heart?" She asked as they went down the stairs.

He scowled at her, "It's none of your business."

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Sasori had already been awake for few hours. His Sundays were nearly twice as boring as his Saturdays. At least there was always some sort of event going on then. Most of the town seemed to just die on Sundays. Even his beloved museum was only open for limited hours.

One interesting thing that happened on his day was his weekly obligation, but it was one he had mixed feelings about; visiting his grandmother.

His grandmother had moved closer to the city so she could be by her only grandson. She insisted that he come visit her at least once a week. He went, but he had plenty of reason to not want to.

When he was five, she had come to pick him up at his house. She told him that his parents had to go away on business and had asked her to take care of him for awhile. Being five, he didn't question this. He lived with her for a few months before he began to wonder what was happening. He would ask her about it, but she always said that their trip got extended. After about six months, she finally broke down crying. She told him she felt bad about hiding this for so long, but she didn't have the heart to tell him until now. His parents had been killed by a robber on their way to their car. She even kept him away from their funeral.

That was the day Sasori's heart died. He had been lied to in the worst way possible. His parents were his entire world. They spent every moment they had with their son. They loved him more than anything, as he did them. Knowing that they would never be back in his life was too much for him to bare.

He remembered that after she told him, he ran out of the house. She tried to run after him, but he didn't stop. He kept going on and on until he was out of the neighborhood where his grandmother lived and into the desert that was close by. Once he got there, he clasped into the sand ad started crying. He clutched on to the same warm sand that his parents always played with him in. He kept crying until his eyes were completely dried up. His grandmother eventually found him. He didn't want to go back with her, but he was too exhausted to put up a fight.

After that he held a huge grudge against her for a whole year. The house was always eerily quiet. He wanted to stay mad at her forever, but it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.

One day he had decided to try and talk to her again. He went into her work room. She had been so depressed from the way Sasori had been treating her that she would spend almost all her time working on her projects. He walked into the room. She looked extremely surprised see him. Not knowing what to say, he just decided to ask what she was doing.

That was when she taught him how to make puppets. His first project was to create a puppet version of his parents. It felt like some of the weight had been lifted off of him once he made them. Only some of it though. He still felt like his heart was dead, but making puppets was what kept him going.

Now that he was older, he could see why his Grandmother did what she did. Although it wasn't a good decision on her part, she probably just didn't want to face the reality of the situation. He couldn't imagine having to tell a child that their parents were dead, especially if that kid is your own grandchild. She in her own way was trying to protect him, but it made things even worse.

So while he still hasn't completely forgiven her, he still cared about her. He agreed to her request to visit her house.

He finally got there and rang the doorbell. She opened the door and brought him into a crushing hug.

"It's so great to see you," she said excitedly as she held on to him.

Sasori groaned as he felt his bones being pushed together by the torturous hug.

"Let...go..," he tried to say, but it was very hard for him to speak when she was crushing his lungs.

She quickly let go of him. He sighed in relief when he could fell his arms again.

"I'm sorry, dear," she said very sweetly, "I just miss seeing you."

"I'm here every week," he said.

"That's not nearly enough!" She said, "The only person I ever see besides you is your great-uncle, and he only comes here occasionally."

"Well I have a job now so I can't be here every day of the week," he said.

She sighed and opened the door farther to invited him inside. She led him to the living room where she already had coffee ready for them. He took the cup and sat down."

"So tell me," she said, sitting in the chair across from him, "How is the school now? Has it gotten better?"

He shrugged, "Only a little I guess. The younger grades still never shut up. They always make such a big mess too. But thankfully they at least listen to me when I tell them to stop doing something."

Chiyo nodded, "That's good. How are the older kids? Do they give you any problems?"

"I only have one," Sasori said, "He's trouble in his own way."

"I'm happy you found a steady job," she said, "but I am still very worried about you. You need someone in your life."

Sasori rolled his eyes, "I don't, grandma. I am perfectly happy with my art."

She frowned, "You're art is important, but that's not all there is to life. You need to accept people more. Isn't there anyone you care about?"

She had asked his question many times before. He would always say "No, there's is no one", but this time he hesitated. For the first time in his life, someone actually came to mind.

She saw his hesitation, "Is there someone?" She asked, hopefully.

He knew the answer in his heart, but it was one he could not admit to.

"No," he lied, "there is no one."

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He left about two hours later. By the time he got home it was almost 5. He was happy to be alone to collect his own thought. What she had asked him early still bothered it. He didn't know what to think of himself. Was Deidara actually that special to him. Part of him wanted to say no. There was no way they could work, but the other part was pushing him towards Deidara. His mind was split and he didn't like it.

The sound of the phone ringing pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked at the call id. It was the museum.

"Hello?" He said into the receiver.

"Hello, ," the voice of a young man said on the other line, "This is the Central City Art Museum."

"Yes?" He said, confused to why they would call.

"I am very sorry to say this, sir," she said, "But the museum is taking out some of it's old exhibits in order to get newer ones. Unfortunately, your piece, the statue Hiruko, hasn't been getting enough attention from our visitors in the past few months. We will be returning the piece to you in less than a week."

Sasori felt like he had just been punched in the stomach when she said that. He almost felt the need to start gasping for air.

"Why?" He asked, on the verge of almost panicking, "I don't see the reason why my work should be singled out! You can't do this!"

"I'm very sorry, but the decision is already made," she said.

"Please," he said, very quiet and desperately, "Don't do this..."

"I'm sorry, sir," she said one last time, "good bye."

He heard her hang up. He phone dropped out of his hand. His whole body went numb from shock.

He worked so hard on his art. He barely had any success as it was. Being in that museum was one of his biggest accomplishments. It was what made him most famous. Now that was ripped out from under him. He had nothing left for him.

He didn't know what to do next. His mind was a complete blank. If he didn't have art then what did he have left?

In his heart, he knew the answer. He knew there was only one person he could go see at a time like this, even though he himself couldn't explain why he felt so strongly about that. He ran out of his apartment to find Deidara.

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I wasn't sure about the Chiyo scenes, but I kind of wanted to give more of Sasori's back story. I hope it was at least passable.