Okay, I take it many don't like the way Dei is right now. Uh... Great. Well, this is how I, as an author, see him and the way he would react.
*cringes in pain* Okay, I'm in a fair amount of (physical) pain atm and it's pretty distracting, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes that may be left in the story after the proof-read.
I just updated my profile and after re-reading it, I think I sound like a cocky bitch, quite frankly. But the truth is that I'm just being straightforward, in my honest opinion at least. Whatever it sounds like, you guys still know that I love you , right? (Readers: You're capable of emotions? o.0) Thanks, guys.
Anyone recognize the blonde girl that converses with Deidara in the beginning of this chapter?
Also, this is the last chapter in Sassy's POV, so say your bye byes to his thoughts for now~~
Chapter 9 - Overboard
Sasori felt uneasy the whole morning the next day. He didn't let it show on the outside – skipping breakfast and looking anxious were for attention whores – but even when his head was bent down while walking in the hallway, his eyes kept glancing left and right to spot a certain blond, or at least a trace of him.
By lunch, when nothing out of what used to be ordinary had happened, he had begun to calm down and relax, though. Deidara had usually shown signs by that time of the day, and since he hadn't yet, Sasori guessed he really had given up. Was about time.
With a calm mind, he went to get some lunch and headed straight to the gym after that (they had PE). He saw Deidara there in class, but somehow it had happened so that they weren't even in the changing room together at the same time.
In the gym, the blond didn't even glance at the redhead and Sasori could smile to himself mentally for that. He was ready to admit to himself that he'd been wrong about the brat. He definitely had character that Sasori could call 'interesting'. Too bad the blond hated his guts, otherwise he wouldn't have minded conversing with him.
When the class ended, Sasori started following the stream of students out of the gym, when he caught sight of Deidara standing on the other side of the room, talking to a blonde girl. Sasori quirked an eyebrow; was Deidara bi? He shook his head, disappointed in himself. Not everyone converses with the purpose of an intimate relationship, he needed to remind himself.
He let his eyes rest on the girl once more. Judging by her baggy black Capri pants and the black hoodie hanging open over an outsized green t-shirt (she looked like she'd just come from hip-hop class) she was in rank B; still a devil, but relatively low.
She looked oddly enthusiastic. There were no remarkable signs of her having attended PE; even her long, sandy blonde hair that fell loosely down her back wasn't ruffled, but straight as though it had just been ironed. Wasn't it compulsory for females to have their hair in a ponytail in gym? Deidara had. (Har har)
Sasori tore his gaze away from them both, and, convincing himself that it was none of his business who the brat socialized with, he walked out of the room.
After showering and dressing, he left the locker room, hair still dripping wet, only to have someone bump into him right in the doorway. Sasori's eyes lit up momentarily as they darted down, finding the same blonde girl that had been chatting with Deidara in the gym looking at him awkwardly, a light blush tinting her cheeks. The glint in Sasori's eyes was gone in a flash.
"I'm sorry," the girl apologized quickly, taking a step back from him. Sasori appreciated the space he'd been given. He gave a nod as if to say 'apology accepted' and took a step to the side to pass the girl, when his hand got hooked on something. He looked back and saw her holding tightly onto his arm.
Sasori raised an eyebrow. What an unusual thing to do. How eccentric and… boring. Had Deidara really damaged his reputation so greatly that now lower ranks thought it to be alright to be touching him whenever they wanted? From force of habit, Sasori stayed silent, though, and merely glared at the insolent girl poisonously.
The girl swallowed before speaking. "W-will you – go out – with me?"
"No," Sasori said and pulled his hand away, walking away maybe a little too quickly. He was stunned. What the hell had that been about? Since when were girls courageous enough to ask him out? He shook his head in disbelief to shake down a new worry that had begun to rise. Chances were this had nothing to do with the brat and what Sasori had seen before in the gym had merely been a coincidence. This didn't necessarily mean that the blond had gone back on his word.
"Excuse me, Sasori!" A lower rank devil girl Sasori had never talked with before came to a stop before the redhead, blocking his way. "Would you go out with me?"
"No," Sasori hissed and passed her quickly. He had a bad feeling about this. It couldn't have been coincidental anymore… Something was going on. What exactly?
"SASORI! WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!"
Sasori swung around and saw an angel (rank C, judging by the clothes) running right towards him. Brown eyes widened. The redhead held back the urge to flip the girl off and only shook his head, before turning around and quickening his pace.
There was no doubt anymore – Deidara had somehow gotten all these girls to ask him out. But why? This wasn't like him; it wasn't irritating enough to be equal with the pranks Deidara had pulled in the past. After all, the basement hallway that Sasori was walking down was completely empty with no one but him to witness the girls. It was just taking up some time of h-
That's when realization thundered through the redhead. Taking up time. Distraction. This wasn't the real thing. The blond hadn't wanted him to reach his destination after gym as quickly. Why? And what was his destination?
Sasori thought about it for a moment, before he broke into a run. His room.
He barged in like there was no tomorrow and glanced around frantically, his breathing uneven. Itachi raised his eyebrows as he looked up from the book he'd been reading (Sasori shared his room with Itachi and Pein), but just like Sasori, he was more of the quiet type, so he inquired with his eyes only.
Sasori left the question unanswered, for obvious reasons. He set down his sports bag, calming down a little when seeing that his room and the furniture inside were still in one piece. He plopped down on an armchair next to him and raked his hair back. Had he been wrong then?
"Yo Itachi, how long have you been here?" he asked the other male.
"A few minutes," Itachi answered without looking up from his book.
"And was the door locked when you came?"
Itachi shook his head, totally uninterested in whatever the redhead was getting at. Sasori was glad for that; the last thing he wanted to do was to explain his eccentric behavior to one of his rank-mates.
Unease shivered through the redhead again. Why had the door been unlocked? It was rare for them to leave it like that when nobody was inside. Had the lock been picked open? Sasori couldn't see why; nothing in the room seemed to have changed. He let out a sigh of frustration and stood up.
Maybe I'm merely being paranoid, Sasori thought as he walked to his closet to get a jacket – he decided to go for a walk. Yeah, he was just being paranoid. Itachi didn't seem to think an unlocked door was a big deal, why should've he? Because Itachi doesn't have a psycho blond wanting to make his life miserable, a voice whispered through Sasori's mind but he ignored it and yanked the closet doors open.
He froze at the sight. At first he was sure he'd opened the wrong closet, but common sense pushed that thought away quickly. Quietly he stared at the heaps of ruined clothes on the floor of the closet. Many had been torn into ribbons, others looked like they had been burned with a lighter. There were holes on the inappropriate spots in the jeans and jackets that had been coloured pink with spray paint.
Rummaging through the clothes, he could only find one piece of clothing that hadn't been sprayed paint all over or ripped in half, and that was a bright blue ballerina dress draped over one of the hangers.
Sasori let out an enraged growl and slammed the doors closed, storming off in a huff. This had gone too far and it needed to stop. He wasn't going to let some damn brat – no matter how interesting – screw over his life like that. It was time for it to end.
Sasori banged loudly on the blond's door until he heard the key being turned. The door opened, revealing Deidara on the doorway. Sasori took in a breath and was about to say something, when he noticed that the blond wasn't alone in the room. Over the blond's shoulder the redhead could see a few devils (both boys and girls) sitting on the bed and ground. They were all fully-clothed and looked like Sasori had just interrupted their conversation.
Then Sasori did something he'd never done before – he took advantage of his high rank. Pushing past the blond, he barged in and barked at the guests: "Get the fuck out, all of you!"
Deidara clasped his shoulder and yanked it. "What the bloody fuck, Sasori? This is my room, you have no right-"
Sasori cut him off, pointing a stiff finger in his face. "Shut your mouth, brat." He turned to the others who still hadn't moved but were watching him with hesitant expressions. "Move it. I've sent more than twenty people into hospitals and not all of them made it out there alive; six more won't make a difference to me," he hissed and flashed a pocket knife he'd taken out of who knows where.
Deidara stared at it with wide eyes. How the hell had he smuggled that in? Deidara'd had Shizune confiscate his 'hazards' (his cell phone) before he'd been allowed to unpack his stuff on his first day there. He ran his eyes over his guests, wondering whether they had possessions as such as well, but from their shocked and alarmed expressions, he understood that they were just as surprised as he was.
Muttering their goodbyes to the blond, the devils got up from their spots and hurried out of the room with their eyes on the ground. Setsu, the last one to go, closed the door behind her. Deidara shifted his gaze from the door to glare at the redhead, looking as angry as Sasori felt.
"What the fuck is your problem?! You have no right to come barging in here like you own the place! We're in the same rank, for fuck's sake!" Deidara yelled.
"You had no fucking right to break into my room and rip all my clothes to pieces either, but that's exactly what you did!" Sasori countered. "Didn't you say you were going to drop the bullshit?!"
Deidara's enraged expression cleared and suddenly he started chuckling, although there was anger flaming in his eyes. He enjoyed the moment for a few seconds, before quieting and staring at the redhead with disgust. "If sorry was enough, there'd be no need for hell, you pest," he spat. "Now get the fuck out of my room!"
Sasori's eyes narrowed and his grip around the knife tightened, before he closed it, shoved it into his pocket and threw a punch against the blond's cheek as hard as he could.
Deidara bent over, grabbing his face with one hand in pain. He glanced up at Sasori, fuming. "You bastard!" he hissed, before bolting up to encounter the attack. Unfortunately, Deidara had never been in a real fight before (he'd grown up in a peaceful neighborhood) and was no match for Sasori, who fought like Bruce Lee.
The redhead ducked every hit and kick aimed at him with practiced ease and threw punches back in the stomach, in the face or in the balls, never missing. Soon Deidara was thrown against the shelf on the wall; a few items on the top shook precariously, threatening to fall down. The blond fell on the floor, looking up at the redhead with disgust. It was obvious he was in pain, but would've died before saying a word about it.
Sasori looked like he was about to kick the younger male again, and Deidara braced himself, instinctively squeezing his eyes shut. His hair was ruffled and entire body hurt; he knew he couldn't protect himself. The kick never came, though. He opened his eyes again.
Sasori looked confused. What the hell was he doing? How could've he lost control like this, even when he'd sworn to himself that he wouldn't? He looked down at Deidara and had to blink before he could take in clearly the bruised features of the blond.
For a moment he felt scared; scared of himself again. Was he turning back into the monster he used to be? No, he couldn't; he wouldn't. But the sight he saw before himself told otherwise. What was done, was done.
Sasori squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists. A cold shiver ran down his body and he found himself shaking. Why couldn't he turn back the time and stop this from happening? Then again, he thought, there would be a lot more on the list of things he'd want to un-do and it would never be possible. Not that way, at least. He had to find a different way.
Sasori opened his eyes and turned on his heel, but instead of walking out the door like Deidara expected him to, he walked straight to the blond's closet. Deidara watched him closely; for a moment he actually thought Sasori was going to do the same to his clothes as he had done to his, but he saw the redhead only take a black hoodie from the wardrobe and close the doors again.
Sasori squatted before the blond and pulled the hoodie over his head. "Can you stand up?" he asked the other.
Deidara stared at him with squint eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, hissing in pain when Sasori touched his arm.
"Taking you to the infirmary. Now tell me, can you stand up and walk?" Sasori repeated, a little impatiently this time.
"What?!" Deidara snapped in disbelief. "Just – go away! I'll manage on my own! Just leave me alone!" He glared angrily at the redhead and batted his hand away.
Sasori frowned. "Brat, don't act like you're free of guilt. I know I went too far and this is me trying to make up for it. Stop being so stubborn."
When Deidara merely sat there with his arms crossed and eyes looking away, Sasori decided to stop waiting for permission and picked the blond up of his own accord. Deidara didn't protest like he expected him to; it looked like he'd chosen to completely ignore his existence. Sasori rolled his eyes and walked out of the room with him.
The nurse didn't look surprised when seeing Deidara; after all the blond was far from the worst case that had occurred in that school. Nurse Yuiko told Sasori to put him down on one of the beds.
"I'll be back in a moment," she said, before leaving the two alone.
An intense silence fell when the door closed after her. Deidara lay on the bed, his face and arms covered in bruises and blood; Sasori stood by the bed , his hands crossed and face stoic, although there was worry making him feel ill at ease hidden behind that façade. He hoped he hadn't cracked any ribs of the blond.
"You know, you can go now," Deidara finally said, sounding ticked. "No need to stay around. You've done more than enough." His tone hinted that he wasn't referring to the recent favour, but what had happened before that.
Sasori nodded and turned around. "Get well soon, brat," he said before leaving.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" Deidara yelled after him just as he closed the door. From behind it, Deidara could hear a distant sound of chuckling. He frowned and averted his eyes from the door.
What a bastard, he thought. Beating the living shit out of him at first, and then having a sudden change of heart and transporting him to the infirmary, as though he was the fucking hero who saved the day! Why in the bloody hell would he do that?
The door was opened and Deidara looked back there. Along with Yuiko, another woman with long blonde hair stepped in after her. Deidara didn't recognize her. They both came to a stop by his bed, Deidara noticing the strict atmosphere that radiated off the blonde woman. Her eyes were narrowed and shoulders pulled back.
"Deidara, this is principal Tsunade," Yuiko introduced them. "She's here to hear the story behind those injuries."
Deidara's eyes shifted from Yuiko to Tsunade and their eyes locked. Deidara got the feeling that in order to like the woman and get along with her, he would've had to have a completely clear conscience. At the moment, Deidara only felt dislike towards her and it grew with the following words:
"I want names, Iwaga."
To be continued...
