I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ANY SONGS/MOVIES MENTIONED IN THE FOLLOWIG CHAPTER!

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You're the one

"Your stop." the gruff voice of the bus driver sliced through the awkward silence in the bus.

Those two words, even from the lips of the gnarly, cross-eyed man at the wheel of the most rickety bus in history, felt like Manna from heaven to Deidara, who leapt to his feet and almost ran off, a whining Ino on his tail.

"How much longer, Dei-Dei? I want to change before we get there..." Ino sighed, tightening her ponytail. Deidara checked his cellphone for the time and looked up and down the road. They had been on that bus for about three hours. Although it wasn't dark yet, it certainly wasn't sunny, either.

"We just have to walk for about twenty minutes, and there's a gas station on the way, so you can change, un." he said shortly to Ino, who popped her gum and sighed.

"Well, okay then."

An hour later (Ino had taken forty minutes to change, believe it or not...), they were standing outside the dining hall of a country club.

"Tickets?" Deidara looked down at a short preteen guy who clearly wasn't related to them. He popped his gum, and Deidara handed him the tickets.

"Just through there." he said, gesturing towards the double doors to the right.

"Deidara! Ino! Glad you could come...drinks are over there." It was an uncle Deidara hadn't seen for years. He had changed a lot...probably plastic surgery...

"Drinks? Thank God I am parched!" Ino said, rolling her eyes and shoving her coat at Deidara. He took off his own, draped it on a chair, and dumped Ino's under a table before going in the opposite direction to her. "Hey, Sophie, un." he said, nodding at his niece. She squealed and leapt for him in a rugby-tackle around his waist. Deidara caught her, grinning, and span her around before putting her back down next to her mother, (Deidara's sister-in-law), Marie. "Hey Deidara," she said, kissing him on both cheeks like she always did. "Hi Marie. How's Jizabel?" "Fine, thanks." "Okay...I'm gonna go see the others, un."

"See ya. Sorry about your loss, etc." "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, un." Deidara walked away, seeing Ino chatting up Marie's brother Jacob, her face already pink, a half-empty wineglass in her hand. Deidara rolled his eyes. Not like his family cared about giving alcohol to minors or anything, but Ino didn't have to be so blatant about it. After forty minutes, Deidara couldn't take any more.

Family reunions had never been his thing, since he kind of hated his extended family, and they hated him so obviously that it was a wonder they didn't send him mailbombs. But of course, thought Deidara with a smirk on his face, they hate explosions so much that to them, sending a mailbomb would be the same as wrapping up and mailing the plague, to anybody else.

Setting down his empty bottle of tequila, he took his coat and left the building. The cool breeze was very refreshing as he began walking down the dark streets towards the nearby park. He sat down in the parking lot, and took out his cellphone.

Switching it on, he opened his inbox and found several new messages. Three were from Sasori. As Deidara clicked 'Read all', he felt an odd warm sensation deep in his stomach, like he'd just drunk a mug of hot chocolate.

He ignored it and read the first one, from Sasori; hey r u there yet? Ino attacked u yet? U better reply, ditcher. Art was so boring /out u. Luvya, txt soon stupid. Deidara snorted and shook his head. He hit the 'reply' button, then quickly moved his thumbs over the keys, texting a reply.

'Yes I'm there, sucks. Ino's drunk alrdy. U deserve to b bored, molester :P' He went back to the inbox and read the next one, which was from Pain.

Ddra, sup? Sasori's pissed to hell tht ur gone. Srsly, he's not talking, and he threw coffee the art teacher. Good luck getting him to get over U.' Deidara rolled his eyes and hoped the art teacher was okay.

He replied; 'He's just PMSing. Is the teacher OK?'

The next message was again from Sasori, sent just two hours ago. 'Deidara, r u coming back yet? It's boring. I'm lonely. I wanna touch u. Loserface, come back!'

Deidara stared at the message, surprised. I'm lonely. I wanna touch u. Seriously? Deidara replied quickly, frowning.

'Freak, do HW if ur bored! I'm not ur toy! Talk 2 Pain or something. U wanna touch me? U get more and more perverted every day! Stop it!'

Next message was again from Sasori. 'Fuck this, I'm coming to get u. Don't go anywhere.' Deidara's eyes widened, and he began to reply quickly, but before he had even gotten halfway through one sentance, his phone vibrated with a new text. He clicked 'read', and his eyes skimmed over Sasori's new message.

'Dei u replied! UR right, I deserve to be bored, but I'm spoiled and not used to it. So I'm getting what I want :P. On bus right now. Pain won't lend me his bike- something like he doesn't trust me to drive it. WTF. Btw, Ur more exciting than Hw, anyway, babe, + u r my toy. Accept it. See u soon. Not gonna stop.'

Deidara muttered 'right, un' under his breath, shaking his head, It was so Sasori to say such things. He was halfway through a reply when a voice suddenly spoke over his shoulder. He jumped in fear and almost dropped his phone. He turned to see a masked man behind him. After two seconds of complete shock, the other man spoke.

"Hey, Deidara! Woah, so crazy! What are you doing here! Aren't you supposed to be at school, huh? Super coincidence!" Deidara recognised the peppy, excited voice immediately.

"Hey, you're Tobi! What are you doing all the way out here, un?" he asked, more surprised than glad to see the other man. Tobi was an acquaintance of Deidara's dad, and the two had chatted randomly before, but Deidara had felt that the man tried too hard to be chummy with him. It was kind of creepy how friendly he was.

Tobi put his hands on his hips and laughed, helping Deidara up by the armpits.

"I was just hanging around, you know! I skipped a meeting or two, 'cuz this place has got the craziest playgrounds! And you should taste the gelatos around here...Mmmmm! They're super!" He said, rubbing his stomach. Deidara nodded, but secretly he was thinking that the gelatos in the area tasted more like hard frozen yoghurt mixed with old fruit juice. Not nice, honestly.

"What are you doing out here so late, Deidara? Don't tell me...some dumb explosions again? Teenagers these days...always setting fire to garbage cans...hehehe!" he said, giggling as Deidara's casual expression darkened into a disgusted scowl.

"Oh, oh, I struck a nerve!" Tobi teased, jumping from foot to foot. Deidara narrowed his eyes, rather aware of the blood rushing in his ears.

"Oh, and your hairstyle is new, isn't it? Are you trying to impress that pretty cousin of yours by copying her hairstyle? Wouldn't that make you a...wannabe?" he asked cheekily. Deidara swore.

"I had my hair like this first, stupid, un! And explosions are art, not dumb! I'll kill-"

"Ooh, foul language!" Tobi chortled. Deidara, the alcohol igniting his emotions further, seized the front of Tobi's shirt. Suddenly, he was being pressed against the wall of the parkade, with Tobi's hidden face not five centimetres from his own. It was noticeably silent now that they weren't talking, and Deidara took into account for the first time, that Tobi was surprisingly strong, considering his average build.

"What are you doing, un?" Deidara asked angrily, trying to free his wrists as Tobi leaned in, pushing one of his legs between Deidara's.

"Hey," There was a new voice. Deidara and Tobi turned to look at the newcomer, but it was so dark that Deidara couldn't see anything. Suddenly Tobi was punched hard in the face, and he fell away from Deidara and the wall, staggering. Deidara rubbed his wrists and looked around, trying to see in the darkness. There were two figures in front of him, fighting. One of them was clearly winning; they were faster, and dodged most of Tobi's punches. Finally, Tobi left, after getting punched in the face several times.

"See ya later, Deidara!" he called out before fading away into the darkness.

Deidara leaned back against the wall of the parkade, rubbing his throbbing head; he'd drunk more than he remembered. He'd have to worry about Tobi later, right now, he had to worry about his impending hangover...

Suddenly something touched him. He yelled and staggered away, tripping on a cinderblock on the ground. He lost his balance and began to fall, but something caught at his wrist and pulled him back up into a hug. Despite his inebriated and disoriented state, there was no mistaking those slim arms, that messy, soft hair, and the smell of a cherry lollipop.

"Asshole. I thought you were somebody else, un." Deidara muttered, slowly putting his arms around his 'assailant'. Sasori laughed quietly.

"Surprise, Deidara. Miss me?" he asked teasingly. Deidara didn't answer. Suddenly, another hand grabbed his arm and pulled him away, shoved him against the wall, and pinned him.

"What now?" he muttered. The smell of cheap hooker perfume and alcohol assaulted his senses, and he groaned. Sasori leaned against the wall next to him.

"Ino, what are you doing here?" he asked but she didn't answer. Instead, her hips were suddenly crushing against Deidara's, her hair was draping over his shoulders and chest, her lips were at his mouth, her fingers clawing drunkenly at his hair.

"So...hot.." she sighed, ghosting over his mouth as she tried to tear his jacket off.

"Ino, get off, un." Deidara said in annoyance, trying to push her away. She was leaning on him completely, though, and he wasn't exactly sober, so she didn't move. Her lips met Deidara's, her teeth bit down on his lower lip...and she was pushed aside, her mouth replaced with Sasori's. Ino started whining, and tugging at Deidara's belt buckle, but she quickly gave up and tottered back.

Deidara hadn't paid her any attention. He was too busy waging a mental war with himself. As Sasori's tongue filled his mouth with the taste of lollipops, sliding over his own, sucking on his lips, Deidara was trying to decide whether or not to bother pushing him off.

It was incredibly hard to think when his brain was affected by the numerous drinks he'd consumed that night, not to mention his senses being completely overwhelmed by Sasori's expert kisses, licks, strokes, and tugs on his hair.

Finally, Deidara just stopped thinking. He quickly took control of the situation, flipping Sasori against the wall. He began kissing Sasori, dominating the kiss, deepening it, taking short breaks to kiss and bite at Sasori's neck before going back in.

After only a few seconds, Sasori was moaning, pressed against the wall. Their chests were flush against each other, Deidara's leg was between Sasori's, his hair tangled in Sasori's fingers. Finally, Deidara pulled away, breathing heavily.

He looked down, his vision fuzzy, to see Sasori staring up at him, his cheeks red, panting, a look of complete wonder and rapture on his delicate features. There was a long pause as they just looked at each other, their breaths mingling in the smouldering silence of the parking lot.

Then Sasori leaned forward slowly and kissed Deidara's neck, hardly lustfully, but like a caress. He continued kissing like this down across Deidara's collarbone, until the blonde boy couldn't take any more. He kind of collapsed onto Sasori, who caught him and hugged him fiercely, sinking down to sit against the parkade, cradling the other boy against his chest.

As they sat there in the darkness, Sasori looked up at the moon. It was dazzlingly bright compared to the inky night, and in its light, he considered exactly what Deidara meant to do by making him fall for him more and more every day.

"Aw, don't wake up, you're adorable when you're like this." Deidara opened his eyes to the sound of Sasori's voice, a lot closer than it ought to be. He looked around, not moving (he was surprisingly comfortable). He could see bus seats. Windows. But they were mostly obstructed by Sasori's chest and shoulder. He sat up quickly, scooting away on the bus seat...and then he seriously regretted his movement; his head hurt like fuck.

Sasori raised his eyebrows as Deidara moaned and put his head in his hands.

"Seriously? How much did you drink?" he asked, moving closer to Deidara and taking his face in his hands, turning it to face his own.

"Hmm," he said, looking at Deidara's pink cheeks and half-closed eyes, "yeah, sucks to be you." he joked, pulling Deidara's arm over his own shoulders and letting him lean against his chest. Deidara didn't complain. Had he not been dead tired and drunk, he probably would have, but he didn't have the energy or the desire to move away from Sasori.

"So, we've got a long drive ahead of us. It's only been ten minutes. We should talk." Sasori said, stroking Deidara's hair. Deidara made a kind of 'mmmmuuuhhhh' sound as a reply, which Sasori took to mean that he agreed.

"Alright. I ask a question, you answer, then you ask. Okay?" he asked, tugging lightly on Deidara's hair, earning him another vague answer.

"Okay. Who's a better kisser, me or Ino?" he asked, smirking down at the top of Deidara's head. Deidara's eyes had snapped open and, unbeknown to Sasori, he was grinning. "...who do you think?" he asked, and Sasori raised his eyebrows.

"Well I can't tell...I've made a point of not kissing Ino, so I can't exactly compare. So who's better?"

"You, un." Deidara said, closing his eyes and sighing. Sasori nodded in satisfaction, nudging Deidara after a while.

"Your turn."

"Uh...yeah. Worst kisser you know."

"Rock Lee." Deidara opened his eyes again and sat up, staring at Sasori in utter disbelief.

"You kissed him? Why?" he asked, completely surprised. Sasori shook his head.

"It was a dare. Please, let's not talk about it." Deidara grinned at him, trying to imagine Sasori kissing Lee...he snickered and leaned against the window, more interested in the game now.

Sasori faced him, lacing their fingers together. Deidara didn't complain; he didn't have the energy or the sobriety to even notice that it ought to bother him. It just felt nice.

"Would you rather spend ten months with me, or ten weeks with Ino?" Sasori asked. Deidara rolled his eyes and sighed, leaning his head back against the window.

"Why are all your questions so far about her? What, are you jealous, un?" he asked, not even aware of what he was saying. Sasori's eyes imperceptibly narrowed, but the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Not jealous. Just making sure I don't have any competition." he said, his eyes fixed alluringly on Deidara's own. Deidara shook his head and sighed again.

"I guess ten months with you. I can't even spend ten hours with Ino. I'd die, un. But with you..." he didn't finish. He almost fell asleep, but Sasori poked his arm.

"Your turn for a question." he said, grinning. He didn't need Deidara to finish his answer. He knew that whatever he said, he'd deny it later anyways. So there was no need, although it did make Sasori happy to know that Deidara did in fact have feelings for him. Not just feelings of hate, either.

"Okay..." Deidara said, rubbing his head and sitting up a little straighter. As his hand rumpled his long, dark blonde hair, Sasori suddenly longed to run his own hands through it, tug it, kiss it...

"You're staring at me, un." Deidara said pointedly, and Sasori re-focused his gaze, grinning.

"Okay, what's your favourite chick flick?" he asked finally. Sasori snorted.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, un." Deidara said, grinning at Sasori. The redheaded boy rolled his eyes and answered 'Dirty Dancing'. Deidara's eyes widened.

"Are you serious? I love that too! It's my favou-" he broke off, seeing Sasori grinning at him. "I mean...jeez, you like that? Lame, un..." Deidara muttered, trying to hide his smile. Sasori, for once, didn't call him on it.

"My favourite part is probably when they were doing the chacha in the dance studio...and then they pretended to sing that song. How does it go?" Sasori asked, and Deidara thought.

"There's the guitar...da da da dum badada...and then..."

"Silvia?" Sasori said, and Deidara raised his eyebrows at him.

"Yes, Mickey?"

"How do you call your loverboy?" Sasori said, imitating the American accent of the singer. The whole thing was so ridiculous that Deidara wanted to laugh, but he held it in.

"Com'ere, loverboy!" Deidara said, gesturing at Sasori. Sasori smirked, and stayed where he was.

"And if he doesn't answer?" Deidara made a pouting face.

"Oh, loverboy!"

"And if he still doesn't answer?"

"I simply say.." Deidara began leaning closer, scooting over the bus seat. "Baby...oh, baby. My sweet baby...You're the one." he sang, now face-to-face with Sasori, who joined in; "Baby...oh, baby...my sweet baby...You're the one." They stopped. Deidara was kneeling on the seat, looking down at Sasori, whose arms were around him, his lips at his neck.

"Sasori..." Deidara murmured quietly. Sasori looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah?" Deidara, still pretty drunk, was trying to think through his foggy marshmallow-like thoughts, to make sense of what was going on.

"...I know you like me, un..."

"Yeah..." Sasori said, still kissing Deidara's neck.

"...and I know you're probably happy right now..."

"God, Deidara, you wouldn't believe how happy I am right now." Sasori told the truth, but teasingly; he knew it would bug Deidara. Deidara frowned, trying to figure out what he was trying to say.

"Well...I'm drunk, un. And I won't remember any of this, I bet. Just so you know...okay?" Sasori smirked against Deidara's skin.

"Deidara, babe, did you really think that I don't know that? I know you won't remember shit. I'm just enjoying it while it lasts." he said, kissing Deidara's jaw softly.

When the bus stopped outside the school, it was with a little difficulty that Deidara and Sasori exited; Sasori was intent upon not removing his lips from Deidara's at all, and Deidara was having trouble staying up straight.

They made it somehow, and went inside through the back door, to which Sasori had stolen a key the previous year. They snuck inside the boy's hall, picking the lock with the same key, and flopped down onto Sasori's bed, not caring if Pain woke up or not.

But Pain, knowing that Sasori had gone to fetch Deidara, and probably foreseeing some kind of disturbance during the night, was wearing his heavy-duty headphones, plugged into his ipod. Sasori pulled Deidara close, and kissed him goodnight...several times over.

The next morning, Deidara (as expected) couldn't remember anything, and denied all claims that anything had happened between the two of them...he also yelled and shoved Sasori out of bed.

"Oh well...at least we'll always have Dirty Dancing." Sasori murmured with a smile to himself.

"Dirty Dancing? I love that movie, un!" Deidara said enthusiastically.

Sasori looked at him.

When Deidara saw the mixed emotions of lust, love, confusion, amusement, and regret playing in Sasori's expression, it was all he could to eat his cereal in silence.


So, I promised to update this today, and I've still got an hour and a half until tomorrow, so I kept my promise! I'll update I Love soon, too, I promise, but I've got some provincial exams, and I'm working on the plot a bit, as well as sorting through votes, so it'll be maybe...three weeks...? Anyways, hope you liked this chapter! A little fanservice, I guess...and if you're wondering, Ino stayed at the reunion and *ahem* slept over at the house of one of the guys there...she got back to school fine. And for the umpteenth time (not really :D) I don't have anything against Ino. I just needed a slutty biatch, and I felt that she could be that character better than any of the other Naruto girls (Karin too, just...Ino's easier). Anyways, R&R as always! Thanks so much to all my reviewers so far! I really appreciate the wonderful feedback! it's what keeps this coming, slow and steady!