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Deidara rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned, his ears popping. With a groan he rolled into a sitting position.

"Nggh…" He mumbled. "Another night…" He sighed, opening his baby blue, halting when they landed on the slice on his forearm. "Shit!" He screamed, jumping up and running to the bathroom to run it under some water.

He rolled his eyes, feeling like an idiot when he realized it had already scabbed over. He bit his lip, deep in thought. He didn't really remember much about the night before.

"Just who did I bring home?" He looked at himself in the mirror. "Are you punishing me, Butterfly? Is this deserved?" He sighed and decided to skip cutting his thighs. He was running out of flesh and his boss was starting to notice.

With a dejected look he slinked into the shower, turning the water on really hot, watching his flesh turn red.

"Why can't I let go? This is just a game, un… Life is just a game. A stupid one like poker. It's mostly luck, but if you happen to run into a cheater… Well then, you're fucked." He chuckled humorlessly, staring at his skin. "So little Moth, are you a cheater? Did you cheat the beautiful Butterfly by forcing it to pity you? Disgusting…" He ground out.

After his shower Deidara threw on some sweats and a tank top before heading out into the kitchen. Sasori wasn't out yet, se he decided to start making breakfast. He stuck out his tongue, looking at the uncooked bacon and uncracked eggs.

"Ehh…" He clicked his tongue and decided to just make some coffee when his phone range.

"Hello?" He asked, curious. He never got a call this early.

"Greetings my cute little Inbred." His heart stopped at the vindictive voice.

"Y-You…" He whispered in disbelief.

"Oh yes, it really has been a while since I've talked to you directly, now hasn't it? Like…"

"Four months two weeks and four days." Deidara recited automatically.

"Awh… Miss me?" The blonde felt bile rise to the back of his throat. He pushed it down. "I'm coming in tonight. Be sure to be prepared to please me." The line went dead. Deidara dropped his phone and felt his eyes water.

Could this really be happening? He leaned on the counter to keep from falling as his knees felt weak. He couldn't deal with this. He really couldn't.

"Morning Brat." Sasori grumbled, walking out of his room. The blonde jumped to attention, feeling himself calm down just by looking at the redheads sleepy face. It was so cute. He still had a red mark on his cheek from the pillow.

"Morning Danna! What would you like for breakfast?" Deidara asked, suddenly filled with the urge to cook. Was it the urge to cook, or the urge to cook for Sasori?

"Food." The redhead ground out, eyes half open. He never was a morning person.

"Bacon and eggs it is." He said without missing a beat, turning to get out the bacon. He then grabbed and pan and turned the stove on, throwing the bacon on without thinking. This snapped Sasori out of it.

"Have you ever even cooked before?" The redhead chuckled. Turning the stove off and going through the cabinets until he found the cooking oil. He handed it to Deidara and rolled his muddy brown eyes.

The blonde blushed sheepishly and turned to continue what he was doing when Sasori popped up next to him with another pan and a few eggs.

"How do you like yours, Brat?" He asked, irritated.

"Scrambled, un!" He said, loving the strange warmth he got from cooking breakfast with Sasori. The redhead chuckled.

"Of course."

The pleasantness even made Deidara forget about the phone call he just had, even if only for a moment…

"Hey, brat, why is your phone on the ground?" Art. The blonde tensed and looked at the small electronic laying abandoned on the tile floor.

"I don't know, un." He lied. "Must've fallen from my pocket." It was lame and he hoped Sasori believed it. The redhead shrugged his shoulders and went back to cooking.

That's right. He was going to be there tonight. Deidara usually dreaded work, but now… Deidara couldn't even stomach the thought. He wished he could slow down time… Or stop it completely. Wasn't that death though?

With a heavy heart he picked up his phone and went back to the bacon, eyes clouded.

That night, he sat in his bedroom, putting on his make-up, arms numb, heart pounding like crazy. Sasori had left in a hurry about ten minutes before, raging on about how he needed to leave right that second. His boos must be tight asses. Very unlike Deidara's own.

The blonde wondered what kind of job Sasori had. It had to be better than what Deidara was stuck with. He sighed, twisting open his mascara. The man who was coming liked a lot of mascara. He accidentally stabbed his eye and blinked, getting the wet, inky substance all over his eye lid.

"God dammit!" He screamed, throwing the thing down, angry at the world. Why did his life have to be like this? Deidara could've amounted to something. He didn't need to bring a different man home every night. He didn't need to be living in a shitty apartment. He didn't need to do this. He could've been an artist. A paid one. But life wasn't that sweet. He made mistakes.

But hadn't he done his time by now? Shouldn't he be able to call it quits? He just wanted to curl up in his bed and never wake up. He would too. Suicide wasn't a bad option…

However, he felt somehow obligated to Sasori to stay alive. The redhead was now living in his apartment. If he keeled over the redhead would have to leave. He'd be kicked out of the building, again, and it would be Deidara's fault, again.

With a heavy sigh, he picked up the applicator again. He couldn't do that to the redhead. It wasn't right… Yeah, since when had Deidara started doing the right thing? Looking down at the cut on his arm, the blonde forced a smile.

"I need to stop making so many mistakes…" It felt good. It made him feel good to think that somebody relied on him, somebody needed him. It was a foreign sense of pride and responsibility and he loved it. "He needs me." He assured himself. Maybe he could push through the night if he pretended that he was Sasori. No… Sasori would never do what that man did. The redhead wasn't capable of doing cruel things.

Sorry it's been taking so long for me to update! The next chapter will have some plotty goodness! This chapter was still pretty much the build up! XD I hope you enjoyed it! *cough*Woolfy*cough*

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