Sasori/Deidara – Art AU(request for easilyaddictedgirl)

Since easilyaddictgirl is also a MultiXSaku shipper I decided to add Deidara to the mix, hope you enjoy ;)

The first time they laid their eyes on each other they knew it was hate at first sight.

Deidara and Sasori had been acquaintances (not friends, NEVER friends) for a number of years and at the moment were art students at the same college, meaning they took the same classes, meaning everyone knew to stay clear when a verbal fight broke out between the two. It was like watching a train wreck for the first couple of times, terrifying but averting your attention was almost impossible, but after a while the other students and all teachers after they gave up on trying breaking them apart, learned to turn their arguments into background noise.

It had been the same way ever since they were children; their mothers having been best friends meant they had to spend a considerable amount of time together. Growing up they had had arguments about a multiple variety of subjects before settling on one: art. Sasori liked drawing, capturing the beauty of things forever as closely to the original as possible, and Deidara made sculptures that always ended up exploding or burning down, expressing his views that art was fleeting.

Two weeks into the month with no fights was odd, although the peace was very much appreciated, so no one commented the situation in the presence of either artist. Others thought it was the calm before the storm and advised people to prepare for the worst but not many paid attention to their warnings. Fools, that's what those who rejected the unavoidable were. Then, one day, the bubble burst.

It all happened after the class was assigned a work: pick someone with whom you identify and draw them, each subject individual to the artist so there were to be no repeated works. Deidara and Sasori shared a brief glance, a dangerously daring look evident in their eyes, and then took off with the intent of asking one specific woman to be their muse.


Sakura Haruno knew it was not her lucky day. It took thirty minutes to detangle her hair, her toast, which had been a short step from having become charcoal, fell jam side down on the kitchen floor and there was no milk or juice in the fridge, making her run to the bus she almost lost in an empty stomach and an aura of depression hover over her until that point. Lunch time was going to make it all better though; the cafeteria´s lasagna was a favorite of hers.

Picking an empty table Sakura sat down and picked up the fork and the knife but before she could even touch the food two distinctive blurs, one yellow and the other red, sat each one beside her and pulled on her arms, making her drop the utensils on the table and preventing her from getting the long desired lasagna.

-I saw her first, yeah!

-Brat, let go of my precious doll.

Yes, it was definitely not her lucky day. Whatever those two were having an argument about drew the attention of the (thank Kami) mostly empty cafeteria. She was used to this by now but it didn´t mean she enjoyed it, unlike Ino who kept pushing Sakura to "take advantage" the attention provided by the hormone overridden males competing for her attention ever since they laid eyes on her, or at least pick one (she would not be having a "hot threesome" as her supposed best friend also suggested once).

-Shut up! Sasori, tell me what you are fighting about this time. Deidara, let Sasori talk or else.

Releasing her arms from the artists´ death grip and picking up her utensils Sakura started to eat while listening to Sasori explain their assignment and why they had almost pulled her apart.

-I am not going to be the subject of either of you, so don´t even bother to beg, the answer is still no. Now get the hell away from me so I can eat in peace.

The look on Sasori´s and Deidara´s faces turned into a begging one and Sakura had to look down in order to not look into their eyes, she was not made of stone and had fallen one too many times for those handsome faces with breathtaking eyes that seemed to pull her in and reconsider her answer out of gilt.

Sasori was the first to give up. Admitting to defeat he stood up and prepared to leave but decided he deserved at least a consolation prize.

-Very well then, we will respect you decision. I will find another subject but let me draw you some other time as to make a gift to you, doll.

Upon hearing this Deidara jumped from his seat and clenched his fists, rage blazing in his sapphire colored eyes.

-No way, un! You´ll probably try to draw her naked or something perverted like that! I, on the other hand, will make an amazing sculpture of her, yeah!

-Brat, do not think I am like you. I am not reined by my hormones, unlike the idiot standing in front of me.

Sakura let out a sigh. It was just like them, jumping from one fight straight to the next.

Standing up she grabbed her tray and made her way to the cart to put it next to the others, not bothering to look back to the males involved in an insult match. She would be safe from them until the end of the day when both offered a ride home, which she declined every time.

In her walk down one of the many halls Sakura let a smile cross her face: How long before they noticed her absence?