I'm going to start establishing the same rule I give to all my other stories, which includes, if a chapter doesn't reach a certain amount of viewers, then I will "NOT" update. I take that rule very seriously unless I hadn't updated in a very long time. But since fanfiction went through a little bug problem and I can't see how many people viewed the last chapter, I'm going to make a slide. Plus it was due to a viewer requesting for the next chapter.

Chapter 10: Dates

Deidara's P.O.V.

Wednesday; 4:48 p.m.

I couldn't stop my leg from shaking as I sat on the couch inside the living-room. I knew that weirdo was coming by pretty soon, and man did I hate how the days went by fast. Wednesday just had to come in a flash, huh? Seriously. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I hadn't done anything too bad recently except for that one time I threw a fire-cracker inside the shower while Hidan was in it. ... Yeah. Maybe it was because of that, cause afterwards he just packed his crap and left without a single word. I mean it was April Fool's for fuck sake' I slowly began to get off topic as I thought quietly to myself. But that was till Tobi plopped himself on the other end of the couch along with Zetsu.

"Why the long face, Deidara?" His annoying voice pipped up as Zetsu nodded in agreement. "Well I take it back. You've been looking as if you want to fight anyone who looks at you! I mean it's only Wednesday"

"That's why." I sighed as I rolled my eyes at him. Itachi went off to do something with his brother, I forgot what, and Kisame went to the fish-market with Konan. I knew if they were here, then Tobi wouldn't be here bugging me. I didn't mind Zetsu all that much. He mostly stuck to himself and hardly bothered anyone. But before I could even answer Tobi, I felt my phone Buzz inside my pocket.

Quickly taking it out I immediately saw the small envelope icon along with "his" number above it. I couldn't tell if I was relieved or became even more irritated, but all I knew was how fast I got up from the couch and went for the door without a single word to give to the two. 'Man, I just want to get this day over with.' I sighed as I spotted his car parked outside the house.

I didn't bother to wear anything fancy since I'm going on a date with Him after all. I'm still trying to figure out if it should be even considered a date if it's against my will. That I'll figure out another time.

It took me less than a minute for me to open the door and sit inside the passenger seat, not exchanging a single glance to him. "Don't you look casual. Your outfit is most appropriate for our date" He mused. All I wore was a simple black v-neck, grey jacket, and black pants. I'd figure it'd be a great idea to dress casual incase he try to take me out to a fancy date; that way the people can kick me out for not dressing in formal attire. "Besides, knowing how sly you can be, I figured I chose a place where we can wear something casual. ... You would definitely be the type to find some type of way to end the date early" My breath hitched slightly from what he said "That won't work with me, Deidara."

I openly scoffed at him as he started the car and began driving down the street. "Sometimes I wonder if you're a psychic, but then again I remember that you're a pervert. Anyway; where are you taking me?" I questioned as I quickly took a glance at him. He was too busy staying focused on the road to notice me glancing at him, and I noticed how casual he looked. A cool white shirt, black blazer that matched his fedora, dark pants, and glasses that hung on the bridge of his nose. Even though his attire is considered casual it still can tell someone that he's going on a date. I then rolled my eyes and faced the window. I do admit that it fits him for a pervert.

"I figured we do something that we'll both enjoy. My friend told me about a pottery class her other friend opened up and how she needed support. So I signed us two spots, but this isn't an ordinary pottery class" Pottery class? ... I've always wanted to go to one, but I never expected for it to be this soon. "At the end we're allowed to take it to the back and explode the stuff we make. I guess you can say it's a form of stress release, but I'd like to keep mine"

Get to explode them?! Where the hell have this class been all my life!? "Lame" I hid my excitement. I'm not excited about the date. Just the fact I get to make stuff and explode it for free. ... And legally.

"Lame? As far as I remember looking at your high school record, you had quite an interest in art other than chemistry. Will it hurt for you to show some enthusiasm?"

"Will it hurt for you to ask stuff about me like a normal person and not look through my high school record for information?" I retorted to the man. He only remained silent for a second, and without a hint of sarcasm he said, "... I'm not able to communicate with others all too properly due to me not being around people like that. People were naturally absent throughout my life, so talking to you normally is something I'll never be good at. Over time I learned how to study people socially enough to draw conclusions. Like for instant, one shouldn't completely snap at another off the first impression; especially if you don't know anything about them. It's called read the story before you judge the book." He spoke in a serious tone.

I glanced at him and didn't see a single smirk or smile on his face.

"That ... That may be true, but you came onto me sexually on the spot" I told him without giving much attitude.

"Correct, but I've met you a long time ago and been attracted to you since then."

'Eh?'

"You were far too young to remember, but when you were seven I was hired to give some art lessons at your home while I was in middle school. I taught you how to make a puppet using simple tools, and you took the initiative to destroy it and call it art afterwards." He recalled the memory as my eyes widened in disbelief. "It may have been a one time thing but I remember you strongly because your view on things were far different than mine. Let's not forget the fact that you were simply too cute to forget."

I was too shocked to even reply or make any reaction towards his slick comment near the end because ... He did tutor me long ago.

Its been so long that I forgot. Plus since he came over only once, I quickly forgotten about him.

"That was you?" I finally said as he parked his car outside a building.

"Well you most certainly won't find anyone else with my hair color of course. So basically, yes."

"Th-Then why didn't you tell me that in the beginning instead of molesting me?! That would've made things much easier, asshole!" I yelled at the smirking man as he waved his hands.

"You have to think a little. I was fond of you when you were a kid and was more than astonished when I saw you walking towards the subway with your friends that one day. You were cute then, but you became beautifully sexy over the years. I was overwhelmed to the point I couldn't control my hands from touching you on the train. I was just lucky enough to have you go the same route that I was going to. ... So much held-in desires." He sighed. "Now let's hurry before they start without us."

I still couldn't believe that we met before...