Hey! I'm back... After like, what? A week, maybe two? Haha, I tried to hurry up but I had to revise. But, I want to reach a certain point and be mean and leave it for a while so you can wonder... Mwahaha! Just kidding, anyway... We're finally reaching the main point! Well, what I said in the summary... Now, let's hock it like it's rot! I mean, Let's rock it like it's hot!
Death of Rumours...
"Because I'm finally happy." Sasori whispered, moving his arm away and grabbing his hand, running off into the now setting sun. They both laughed, chuckled and giggled on their way to their haven.
Deidara and Sasori. Sasori and Deidara. The two had been spending so much time together lately, in fact they spent everyday with one another, listening and learning, smiling and joking. Sasori was able to be more open with his emotions while Deidara had finally felt as free as a bird with Sasori holding him. However, a few weeks into their new found relationship and rumours spread, rumours Deidara ignored, ones that he wished would never come true... Ones that he knew would.
"Didi you hear?" One girl whispered to another, her voice low and husky but Deidara could still hear her. He was in A.T, Art Theory. The one next to her shook her head.
"OMG, what?"
"Sasori Takahashi is going to University." The first girl whispered, Deidara flinched at the rumour again. This was the fourth time he had heard it today and it was third period.
"What? Seriously, the years not even over and he's going?" The other asked, shocked. The first girl nodded intently, resting her head on her hands as she stared up at the ceiling, the other mimicked her, both in wonder.
"It's a Photography scholorship..." The first muttered, amazed at Sasori's achievement. They both smiled, thinking of the photo's he had taken. Sasori was well-known around the school for his photography, he had received many awards from the school and even outside of school. Of course, Deidara knew this. The redhead would never miss a chance to tell someone about his work and awards. The first began to wonder who would be recognised as the next great artist in the school.
"Wow, he must be amazing." The other joined her thought.
"I know!" Deidara's hands clenched and he sighed, looking to his side, he noticed Itachi wasn't in his class. I wonder where Itachi is, he hardly ever misses A.T. Haha, probably talking to Kisame, oh, I miss him... Wonder when we'll all be able to see him again, he's fun to be around and always has the best jokes. As well as, he listens to my idiotic problems... Hn. I'm gonna go see him soon, it's decided! He thought to himself, nodding in agreement. He peered up at the clock, another class and it was lunch. Deidara began fidgetting, it was only five more minutes of the teachers stupid moaning. Oh, how much he hated the teacher. Looking down at his book, he sighed and began doodling in the margin, namely doodling that very special, well-known photographer. No, his very special, well-known photographer. Everyone's been talking of this rumour, is it true? Is it not? If it is, then why didn't he tell me? I mean, we've been with each other everyday, when could he get the offer without me being there... We've been inseperable. It's so annoying, I don't know if I should just believe it to be a rumour or confront Sasori! If I confront him, what'll he say? What if it is a rumour? He might think I'm an idiot for believing them! But, if it is true and I confront him... Maybe, he doesn't know whether to accept it or not? He doesn't know whether he want to do it? Maybe he didn't want to tell me... Because I'm not that important. No, Deidara! Stop thinking like that! I just have to confront him, yeah. Everything'll be fine... Will it?
As soon as the bell rang, Deidara darted out of the room, dashing to Sasori's locker. He would be there, he knew he would be there. Between each period, Sasori visited his locker, reducing the amount of weight in his bag so he grew less tired at each class. It made no sense to Deidara but he nodded to Sasori's theory, knowing that no-one else knew it. Or that no-one else knew it without Sasori telling them. Deidara finally stopped in front of the locker, grabbing Sasori's shirt and turning him round to look at Deidara, Deidara breathed heavily, catching his breath and when it returned, he looked up into Sasori's warm eyes, determined. "Sasori... Are the rumours true?" Deidara asked, strongly. Sasori raised an eyebrow.
"There are a load of rumours going round. What one are you talking about?" He asked, Deidara sighed, he had a feeling Sasori would react like this. He huffed.
"You know." He muttered, becoming annoyed and angry at Sasori's failing attempt to be confused and innocent.
"Do I now? I don't think so, I don't really listen to rumours. They're pointless." He muttered, Deidara bit the inside of his cheek, his anger bubbling as Sasori glared at him and his hands, Deidara's hand gripped his shirt tighter, knowing it was annoying Sasori.
"Sasori." Deidara warned.
"What? Why'd you think I would know? Why didn't you go to someone that had the worthless information you want? I don't understand you at the moment and whatever you want to know is probably petty and worthless to you." Sasori retorted, sensing Deidara's anger and hearing Deidara's warning, his own rage bubbling as his fists clenched together. Both too stubborn to move or back down.
"That you've gotten a photography scholarship and you're going to University!" Deidara shouted at him, growling as Sasori's facial expression didn't change. Sasori returned back behind his wall, as he did when he didn't want to continue talking. Hoping that Deidara would just leave. Deidara wasn't letting do or backing down. "Why didn't you tell me?" He shouted, students around them stared at the scene, few stopping to watch. "What do I mean to you Sasori? Am I just... Just... Am I worthless to you?" Deidara asked, Sasori tensed at the words. No, you're not worthless to me. Saosri thought to himself before his cold and harsh demeanour returned, hiding what he really wanted to say and what he wanted to do. Instead, his frozen side returned and through the one that Deidara had melted away back. Sasori swallowed his heart, listening to his head. Tell him that you didn't need to tell him, you aren't together. His head muttered while his heart argued back, But you want to be with him. Sasori grew confused as he watched Deidara's lips continue to move, his ears not picking up his jumbled words as his head and heart battled one another. You're doing this so you can get a stable job, so you can look after yourself, look after your family, look after him. If you do this, you'll be leaving him heartbroken! It's best to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. He'll be broken. You'll be making a future. There's no future without him. There's no future without a ground to walk on, you need to go to University so you can set that ground. What about him? Doesn't he matter? He does matter but if you're truly supposed to be one, then you must first release your love and wait for them to return, if they don't... Then you have fond memories. Sasori felt like crying as battle continued on in his surroundings, while his heart and brain broke each other. Shaking his head, Sasori nodded, knowing wha to do.
"Why should I have told you? We're not together, so you don't need to know everything! Sure, we're close and spend a lot of time with one another but we're not going out, or anything!" Sasori argued, his heart aching. Deidara closed his mouth, opening it to speak but no words left, he wanted to argue back but... He couldn't.
"I want us to be together..." Deidara whispered, mainly to himself than anyone. Sasori gulped and Deidara released his shirt, Sasori hesitantly turned round and walked away, slamming his locker door shut in anger. Not at Deidara, but himself and his dumb-emotionless brain. "Please... Think about it." Deidara called out, Sasori stopped in his tracks, a few metres away and turned his head to give a curt and reluctant nod before rushing off again. The corridors life returned as students pushed past. Tears welled in Deidara's eyes and began to flow as he jolted towards the common room. "Itachi should be there." He whispered to himself, silencing his sobs by covering his hand over his mouth. He reached the common room to see Itachi, sitting on a table, his expression the same as Deidara's. Pure heartbreak.
DUN DUN DUN! Trololol, CLIFF HANGER! Well, guess what happens! I'm so excited and... Just realised that I actually really like this story... I was a bit off it for a while but now that I'm back on track with fanfiction and writing, I feel quite good! Anyway, I posted a poll on my page as I was wondering what you would prefer me to do with chapters! Like, long chapters that come everynow and then or short ones that come like twice or thrice a week, or if you want me to stay the same... Kinda between both! Now, I'd like to thank all those that reviewed, favourited and alerted because you seriously helped me continue this and write this chapter! I've been revising like hectic, even though I won't admit it to friends, and all of you have made me buckle down and write this between breaks! So thank you! And please continue reviewing! I have another exam on Tuesday! :D x
EDIT: I'll be closing the poll by next weekend! So, around the 21st - 22nd!