I felt so bad about my updating ways, and then my subsequent lack of reviews that i decided I would post as chapter today in hopes that i would get more reviews and appease my readers who have had to put up with my bad habits.
Kakashi: you are such a sad case
ME: But the reviews help, they really do
BUT anywayz..it must really sound like im pathetic for wanting reviews like this...but i think they inspire me to continue writing, and outside input on the progression of my story is always nice.
ME: kashi my love! where is Dei?
Kakashi: He's off crying somewhere cuz he can't find 'his sori'
ME: awww poor thing!
Last time my loyal readers got cookies...i hope yall enjoyed them! lolz.
My sister has refused to stop piggin out since christmas eve, so i think i had better stop her before 1 of two things happpen, she explodes and demolishes our house, or eats out wonderfully delcious house. lol
PLease enjoy!
Deidara's POV
Deidara lowered his head, refusing to meet the gaze of his teacher. What kind of question was that? Sex? He had all the right to want it didn't he? It wasn't as if he was desperate for it or anything….but when put in that certain situation with his boyfriend, he didn't think that he would say no at all. This was something special between two people who loved each other in his opinion. And he definitely knew that it was either he loved Sasori, or he was the boy's most loyal fanboy with the most awesome benefits. In his mind, he could tell that his red-headed love felt the same way about him. There was no chance that what they shared wasn't the real deal.
"Do you understand what I'm asking you Deidara?" Iruka tilted the blonde's face up to meet his gaze. His brown eyes bore into the crystalline blue that stared back. They were beautiful, but not as beautiful as Sasori's. But of course, Deidara was sure that if he asked Kakashi, the man would definitely disagree.
"I-I..why would you ask that un, sensei?" Deidara turned his face away quickly. This was so embarrassing. Half of him was screaming to defend the way that he felt for Sasori…but the other half was telling him that this was his highly respected teacher he was talking to, and his tongue ought to remain prudent.
"You don't even know how long Sasori and I have been together, so you can't claim that we are rushing things un," the boy continued to say while a slight pout formed on his lips.
"Dara," the math teacher began, as he raised a hand to rub Deidara's shoulder softly, "gossip spreads like wild fire around here," he continued. Deidara could almost hear the urge to laugh in his teacher's voice.
"I guess that makes sense un. I mean, it didn't take that long for me before I found out that you and Kakashi-sensei were and item…..so I guess my relationship was extended the same courtesy." Deidara said, his blue eyes searching the wall as if it were some great work of art. They roamed over pink bunny wallpaper, but Deidara's mind wouldn't venture to wonder why his teacher would want wallpaper like that.
"What courtesy is that?" asked a slightly confused Iruka-sensei, following Deidara's eyes to stare at his wallpaper. It was proof of how submissive he was when it came to Kakashi. Of course he could hold his own against Kakashi when it came to many things, but when the man had dragged him into Wal-Mart, pushed him unto a wall, placed his hand on his groin and whisper that it would be great to get the wallpaper they were standing next to, he had simply agreed to do so, without even taking a look at them first. Part of him still believed that it must have been a test from Kakashi, to see how much control he had over Iruka.
"Its whereabouts being told to anyone who is willing to listen of course un. I thought you would have understood that un." Relenting to leave the wallpaper a mystery, the blonde boy turned to look at his teacher's face. Maybe if he rapidly changed subjects, the man would forget what they had started to talk about.
"I suppose I should have. Now answer the question….you should know that I have to deal with questioning Kakashi…and I always get my answers," the math teacher said, casting Deidara a dark look. His eyes squinted slowly, and his brown eyes darkened to a dangerous shade.
The effeminate boy pushed his back to the bed quickly, pulling his hands to his face. Thankfully, his gloves had been returned to his hands. He would worry about how later.
"I-I…I don't see the big deal if our relationship got to that point un. I'm not forcing it along in any way, and Sasori hasn't been doing much with me….yesterday was totally out of the norm…I don't know when we will actually do 'the it' (1), but if it happens, sooner, or later, it really wouldn't matter to me," Deidara took in a quick breath, for he had said all that on breath.
"I love him sensei…I really do, but being the 'responsible' adult that you are, you don't believe me. And being the only other homosexual man I can talk to, I think I know you feel worried about my well being. Sasori won't hurt me…I swear."
"You say that Dara…And I know you want it to be true, but before you came to this school, no one had ever thought of Sasori as being gay. It was popular belief that he was A-sexual though," the older man, turned to Deidara with a very stern look on his face. "I don't want you doing anything that serious without being completely sure. The whole school is determined to protect you virtue."
Deidara blushed a deep red that extended all the way down his neck. It was as if his skin was trying its hardest to imitate the color Sasori's hair.
"None of that is necessary. Why can't you all just trust him like I do un? Furthermore, why is it that we are discussing my none-so-existent sex life when in fact we should be trying to find my boyfriend un?" Deidara exhaled, leaning up on his elbows. He turned to Iruka with 'go find my damn boyfriend' type look on his face. The way his face was tilted, and the angle of the lights above, made it seem as if he had deep dark shadow under his eyes.
"Be careful Dei…It's not that I don't trust him, because I know that he is a good person, I'm just afraid that you two will make mistakes that could scar you for a while. You're still young and just starting out….how much do you know about love? I just want you to be safe ok?"
"He'll take care of me, and I will be safe ok…now can we try to find him. I feel like we haven't been doing anything un."
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"Who's back?! How could you let this happen Gai!" Kakashi's booming voice could be heard from outside the art room door.
"Kakashi calm yourself. At least we know he isn't in imminent danger," never had Deidara ever heard Gai-sensei's voice so calm and collected. This seemed like a good news bad news moment.
Iruka held on to Deidara's arm. He hadn't even realized when it went limp. They knew who had his boyfriend…he needed to know. He needed to rush through that door and demand that they tell him who the disgusting piece of nothing that had kidnapped his boyfriend was.
"Calm yourself Dara," Iruka said as he felt Deidara tense next to him.
They slowly opened the door to find a particularly haggard looking Kakashi-sensei pacing back and forth. This was something completely against the man's usual character. What could possibly be the problem? Was whomever that had taken his Sasori such a threat. Where was the hope when he desperately needed it? He wanted his teachers to comfort him and tell him that it was alright, and that he needn't worry because by the end of the day his boyfriend would be back in his arms again, holding him as tenderly as he had the day before.
Seeing his student looking at him with worry painted visibly and vividly on his face, Kakashi's face reverted to its normal mask and he inwardly chastised himself for letting emotion get the best of him. Worse things had happened before, but he was so worried about his student at that moment he had allowed himself to lose control. He wasn't to let that happen again.
"Oh my wonderfully youthful boy! You must remove those creases from above your brow, they suck away the pleasantly powerful youthful glimmer in you young face," Gai-sensei burst out, attempting poorly to imitate is usual demeanor.
"Sir with all due respect, please just don't say anything un," Deidara said, the words barely leaving his mouth as he walked over to Sasori's usual seat and sat in it. He could swear he could smell Sasori's cologne on it. He lowered his face to the desk and breathed in deeply. He closed his eyes, blocking away the tears that wanted to escape from behind the barriers of his eyes.
"I love you," he whispered as he fell into a troubled sleep.
Sasori's POV
'Time…place….love….Dei…'
Sasori's mind kept spinning around these words. He was bored, tired and thirsty. After the first three hours he had sat in the dark, he realized that however hard he tried, his eyes would simply not adjust to the dark and he couldn't make out any distinguishing trademarks in the room he was in. There were no sounds. It was a deafening silence that would have drove anyone mad. But red-head wasn't just anyone. He could withstand this if it meant being able to get through this situation with little happening to him. He wanted to be strong, not only for himself, but for Deidara, who he knew would worry himself sick.
"Do you enjoy the dark?" whispered the masculine voice he had heard earlier. His entrance hadn't even broken the silence that was desperately assaulting Sasori's ears.
"Considering the circumstances I'm in, I suppose I love the dark," Sasori said, putting his mask of indifference on. Getting out of this situation had to be done strategically.
"I'm glad to hear that." Hot breath glazed across the side of Sasori's face. It was definitely uncomfortable.
"Oh joy…because I live to please you," Sasori allowed his sarcastic words to drip with boredom. He didn't understand what game this man was trying to play, but maybe if he moved it along a bit, his captor would cut to the chase.
"Oh you will….soon," the voice remained lowed and unemotional, "now sleep…you may need it for the coming hours."
Before the bounded red-head could retort, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Cool liquid spread through his blood stream, making him dizzy, and causing his eyelids to droop. Using all the strength he had, he tried his very best to fight against this. He always had great will power, and a strong heart.
This could not help him though, because his eyes relented and he fell into a dreamless state bordering on the land of the sleeping.
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Sasori felt a sharp object prodding him in his back, and his chocolate eyes flew open. The light once again burnt into them, but this time, he refused to close them.
He could see the blurry outline of the male. He continued to blink the forced sleep out of him eyes as to make his vision clearer. It did clear up in fact, and what he saw looked like a mix between punk and goth.
The man staring down at him looked like he was an albino. His skin was pale, his hair was red-not like the red in Sasori's but the red that would remind anyone of chuckie-, and his eyes were pink. Were those enough distinguishing features, to pronounce him and albino and move on with his take on the situation? This nameless man stood with a self righteous ere about him. His stance however looked as if he would be able to jump into a fight at any given moment if necessary.
He had many different piercings on his ears, lips, nose and many other body parts, Sasori assumed. If he was crazy enough to put so many on his face –many of them looked excruciatingly painful- then he was sure the man was hiding many others under his black garments.
He wore tight, fitted, black jeans. They hugged his hips securely, over the black vest he wore as an under-shirt. His t-shirt stopped just below his naval, so the black vest could be seen. The shirt said 'rawr. I eat you!'
This was either meant to be an inside joke between he and his comrade, just there for joke purposes and his own amusement, or the man was actually warning that he would in fact eat people who came to close to him. He did in fact look like someone who would be cannibalistic in nature.
All through Sasori's appraisal of the man, he did not take his eyes off of him. This led the bounded boy to wonder why he had not been blind-folded. If they were leaving themselves to be identified later, then they should leave him able to leave and tell what they looked like. They were making it quite easy for them to be caught. It was almost as if they wanted to be caught.
If this was the case, then they obviously saw themselves as something to definitely fear. They commanded respect in their doings, and refused to do it completely underhandedly. If they were going to kidnap someone, then they were going to allow that someone to know who had kidnapped him. That way that person would learn to fear and respect them. Sasori judged his assessment to be true, and made a promise to himself, not to be bullied by these people. He still didn't know why they had taken him, and what there was about them to fear. They looked like regular goth-punkers. The kind of shady people, you met in special secluded ally-ways. Maybe not the regular people who mugged you, but those who made a spectacle of such a feat and scared u half to death by just the introduction of themselves.
Sasori's considerably dulled eyes made its way from the pink ones of the man and to those of the woman standing at the corner of the room. She wore white porcelain- or so it looked- mask over her face. This one definitely didn't want her face seen. But if this was what she was used to, then people would still be sure to know who she was.
Her hair was blue, and at the moment she was a wearing it up in a bun with a couple of Sakura blossoms in it. She didn't look like she had any markings; however her body looked remarkably clear. He couldn't see signs of anything ever having touched her skin. She wore dark clothes like her comrade. It was a short black dress with a flair skirt. Underneath this, she wore black stalking and boots that extended half way up her lower leg. Over all this however, she wore a dark coat that looked like it belonged in the 1800's.
"Had enough of an eyeful?"
At this sound, Sasori instantly darted his eyes back to the source.
"I suppose I have….now will you tell me why you have taken me? You seem unwilling to keep anything but the woman's face a secret," his voice was calm and seemed a lot less curious than he actually felt at the moment.
"We were sent for you," the man started.
"And we simply follow orders," the woman continued.
"Your eyes will be covered and we will take you to our boss."
"Then you will find out from the source, why you were forced off from that compromising position you had found yourself in," the woman said the last part with a sneer.
The lights were again turned off, and Sasori didn't hear it when one of his captors had walked over to him to slip a bag over his head. He didn't get worked up, but allowed it to happen, because he knew the sooner it did, the sooner he would get his answers.
Deidara's POV
For the sixth time that hour, Deidara's eyes fluttered open on their own accord. He could only manage lulling in a semi-dreamlike state for ten minute before his body decided that it was too agitated to allow him any rest.
"Dei" the trance-like blonde recognized the familiar voice of Itachi. He however couldn't answer. He didn't have the strength to do so. He lifted his head and felt a stray tear travel down his cheek. He had been crying? He hadn't even noticed.
"Are you alright," The raven haired boy asked, looking at Deidara, his face desperately trying to hide the pain he felt for the boy.
"I feel so numb un," the blonde heard his voice crack, " I don't know what to do. I don't know where he could be."
"I know how you feel. But you need to be strong for him. I'm sure he doesn't want you worrying so much about him. He would want you to be strong and wait for him to find a way out of this situation," Itachi looked so sure of himself. It made Deidara feel like he could trust that Sasori would be ok.
"But what do I do while I wait un?" Deidara asked, sitting up straight and rubbing his eyes. He felt how swollen his eyelids were and shuddered. He was sure that at the moment they were pink, and he hoped they would clear up before he had to leave the classroom. He let out a little sniffle and he hoped that Itachi hadn't heard him.
"I have the perfect distraction for you." It surprised Deidara how Itachi's face remained so impassive even when he was going to give some gossip. He guessed that that was the difference between Itachi and a girl coming down from a gossip induced high.
"Tell me….please un?"
"Of course I'll tell you…you remember what our little group does right?"
"Of course un…you all are like the schools own dating service un…a secret dating service," the blonde quickly added the last part, after receiving a look from Itachi.
"Yes, you can say that. Now we're working on one of our own."
"You mean, we're going to set up someone in the group un? But who?"
"Hidan…that ought to be distraction enough for you," The raven haired boy smirked, his onyx eyes were blazing.
"How much of a distraction can that possibly be….he seems ready enough to get a new girlfriend, if the girl is of the right standard…and not an abusive bitch like his current unfaithful slut."
"Oh language Deidara. Sasori is right about Hidan rubbing off on you. Is there something I should know about going on between you two?" a hint of laughter found its way in Itachi's eyes, but he refused to let it progress unto any other part of his face. His facial expression remained a blank mask.
"Don't tease un. Now tell me what is going to be so difficult about finding Hidan a girlfriend."
"Well, ever said that It HAD to be a girl who was meant for Hidan?" asked Itachi, raising an eyebrow, obviously hoping that the blonde would catch his train of thought.
"You mean?...but is Hidan even into guys un?"
"I don't think even Hidan knows what he is into. Luckily for us, his religion doesn't really keep him from dating a guy," The onyx eyed youth let a small smile grace the side of his face before it quickly vanished into nothingness.
"So how do we do this un?"
"Come on and I'll show you….But if you feel like you're not up for it…then you know, you don't have to come. Meet us at the spot if you want to ok." Itachi stood quietly and made his way past the whispering teachers in the front of the room and left. Deidara could swear that this was the most he had ever heard Itachi talk since he had known him.
The way the boy was going about it made him believe that maybe yes, this could be a distraction for him. But what he was left to think about was, should he really be distracting himself, when his boyfriend was god-knows-where? Would his boyfriends have been searching for a distraction if it was him who had been lost? His friend Hidan meant a great deal to him….but, what should he do.
(1) 'the it' that's what one of ma best friend's called sex one day when she was making noise with me. apparently i need to tell her EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN MY LIFE AS SOON AS IT DOES. i guess i need to remember that,and call her up as soon as it happens if it ever does
I've been thinking about the whole beta thing and i agree that i need one. Prefferably one who has been following my story, so if there are any volunteers please tell me, and give me your email address so i can tlk to you on my msn or yahoo( i also have a gmail account, and a skype), and then email you. I'de rather get to know my beta.
And if its not to much to ask....ide prefer someone who wouldn't be afraid to tell me....go write you next bleeping chapter!!!!...and yes i much rather bleeping than any other explitive.
anywyz
Deidara: What do i decide to do un?
ME: well thats in the hands of me and the reviewers. BWAHAHAHAH!
WHat do you want to see....a distracted Deidara helping his friend find love, or a depressed deidara trying frnatically to find his boyfriend....oooh i hope that doesn't lead to paranoia.
Deidara: I JUST WANT MY BABY BACK!
ME: chillis!!!! baby back ribs!
Anywayz....reviews...lots of reviews for next chapter..and beta...than you! i luvz you all...hope u liek the chapter....although there wasn't much action in it
