Genre: Get it all out

WARNING: bet ya didn't see this coming

Rated: adult talk

Word Count: 2796

Naruto © Kishimoto

Story © Happii Haden

Chapter Title © MYRNE & Popeska (ft. Emily Hendrix)

It was just a typical Sunday night. Deidara was cuddled up on the couch, watching some tv series with Sasori. Well, Sasori seemed to be more into the show as he was entirely focused on the screen. Deidara on the other hand was casually working on one his essays for class. Sometimes he'd scroll through Facebook and get distracted, but he was making some real good process and without Sasori's assistance for once!

Out of nowhere, a notification popped up in the corner signaling a Facebook message. Deidara's eyebrows raised at the culprit.

Karura Akasuna

He didn't think she was even on his friends list. Nervously, he clicked on the notification. It took him to Facebook, his messenger opening up.

The message read,

Hello Deidara. I know this is rather short notice, but is it possible to meet up with you sometime this week. I want to talk to you about some things.

Deidara chewed his bottom lip, about ready to nudge his lover when another message popped up.

This is between us. Please don't tell Sasori.

The blond frowned. He didn't like to keep secrets from the redhead. Not after how Sasori gave him a chance despite the dating app fiasco. Plus, the guy could usually tell when he was lying.

He responded back,

I'm not comfortable lying to Sasori. Why can't I tell him?

He glanced over. It seemed Sasori was still involved in the show. Deidara chewed the inside of his cheek, waiting for the next reply.

He'd interfere. It's very important. Just trust me.

Deidara sighed. He guessed he had no choice.

Fine. We can meet up after my class tomorrow. There's a really nice coffee shop just a bit from campus. 11am work?

The blond waited and was surprised when the woman agreed. He figured she would've tried to take control and pick the place and time. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Sasori spoke to him.

"Hey, everything alright?"

Deidara quickly switched tabs and looked up at his lover. "Oh, ha, yeah. I'm good, un."

Sasori frowned, "Uh huh and I'm the prince of Egypt." He leaned over, getting a good look at Deidara's laptop. "You're not hiding something from me are you?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised.

The blond smiled and closed the laptop, setting it aside to lean up and give Sasori a kiss. "Of course not, Daddy."

The redhead rolled his eyes, but returned the sweet affection. "You better not be," he muttered under his breath.

"Ooh, why's that? You gonna spank me, un?" Deidara grinned. "Or maybe keep me locked in your room all night long as a form of punishment?"

Sasori glared at the blond half-heartedly, ignoring the wandering hands.

The blond chuckled and stood up, the blanket keeping them warm sliding off. He circled around his lover, his hand trailing across the redhead's chest and up to his neck, stroking the skin softly. He leaned down to whisper in the redhead's ear. "Don't keep me waiting, Dan-na~"

Sasori sat perfectly still, listening to Deidara saunter away and upstairs. He waited for a few moments, eyes not really focused on the TV anymore. Then he practically ran up the stairs to join his lover. Might as well enjoy the empty house before the kids came back.

The next day, Deidara sat anxiously in class. Not only did his ass hurt in multiple ways, he had to meet his lover's ex-wife in thirty minutes. Perhaps a night of kinky sex before meeting Karura was not such a good idea… even if it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Deidara could feel his stomach drop when the bell rang. He was almost reluctant to leave. Taking his time, the blond made his way through the campus to the coffee shop. When he did arrive, Karura was nowhere to be found. A shiver went down his spine as a gust of cold air blew by. Perhaps she had waited inside.

Entering the shop, he saw the woman already seated with a coffee. He made his way through the semi-crowded shop and sat down across from the sandy blond. She didn't look at him at first, her gaze stuck on her coffee. He cleared his throat, trying to draw her attention. His throat hum did nothing to pull the woman's attention away. Deidara tried another short cough, but was caught off guard by the sharp quip.

"I heard you the first time, Deidara."

The blond felt his cheeks heat up, not expecting that sort of reaction. "Uhm, sorry."

A waiter came by and presented a menu to the blond. Deidara took it gracefully, thanking the man. He glanced over it then quickly glanced up at the woman. She still refused to look at him. He frowned, keeping his head down. They sat in silence for a good while, the constant chatter of people being just enough to keep the animosity away. They sat in silence for so long that the waiter had enough time to take his order and bring it out.

Deidara took a sip of his coffee, glancing around the shop. Many questions buzzed through his mind the longer they sat there - the first being, Why won't she talk to me? She wanted to keep this a secret from Sasori, but it almost seemed like she wanted to keep it a secret for Deidara as well.

"I don't like you."

The statement nearly had Deidara spitting his coffee onto the woman. How blunt! "I-I… what?"

Karura looked up at the blond, eyes glaring daggers at him. "I really don't like you."

Deidara frowned, standing up, "Look, if you're just here to insult me-"

"It's not your fault," she murmured. "I know it's not… but I can't help but blame you."

The blond crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat.

Karura sighed and mindlessly stirred her beverage. "You have to understand… I'm not trying to be a bitch to you. I just… It's been two years and I still can't seem to get over Sasori."

Deidara relaxed a bit. He could tell she still was hurt by the divorce.

"I know it's not your fault and that you didn't turn him gay. I hate to admit it, but you're just his type. Young, blond, and pretty."

"Well, I'd like to think it's more than that-" Deidara tried to clarify.

Karura waved him off, "Spare me the details. Look, what I'm trying to get at is… I'm sorry for being so rude to you. I want Sasori to be happy, but at the same time it's so unfair…" she leaned on the palm of her hand. "Don't get the wrong idea though. I don't want to try to be friends or anything. I can't stand to be around you - even now."

Deidara tried to not take the comment personally. He was honestly surprised that she was trying to apologize to him. It's not like Deidara had ever called her out on being rude. Perhaps… "Did Sasori ask you to apologize or something, un?"

Karura snorted, "He tried in the beginning. No, this is on my own accord."

The blond pursed his lips. Interesting. It seemed like the woman still had more to say, but was holding back. "Do you mind if I ask some questions then? Sasori Danna is pretty good at avoiding questions he doesn't want to answer. If you don't mind of course, un."

"I guess…"

Deidara sipped his drink casually. "Well… when we visited Chiyo in the summer, she mentioned that you guys only got together because he knocked you up. I don't think it's as simple as she makes it out to be."

Karura scoffed, "That old bag has never liked me…" She sighed, "It's true that it was only after he got me pregnant that he proposed. We had been friends for for a while, since middle school actually." She tapped her nails against the table, recalling her past.

"We lived in the same neighborhood, so I got to see him quite often. He was always… weird. Not like the other boys. Of course, there was a big age gap between us, but so were the other boys. We hung out with all the kids in the neighborhood and the boys would always tease the girls. I remember one summer, where a few of the boys chased the girls around on their bikes. Not Sasori though. He'd sit on the side of the road, nose in a book or sketchpad. He never showed interest in girls or boys. Not until his first year of high school.

"In his first year, he didn't want to hang out with me as much. I was hurt, but I understood that I was still just a kid and he was now in high school. Whenever I did see him, he was always with other boys. He'd smile and laugh, sometimes even blush. At the time I thought he had replaced me, but looking back at it now…"

Deidara nodded, encouraging her to keep going. He could recall his own childhood. Deidara had known that he liked other boys since second grade. Stupid pretty boy Uchiha.

"We started dating his second year. We had some kind of falling out and I admitted that I had a crush on him. He was really quiet before agreeing. Of course, he said that it'd have to be a secret until I reached high school. The only people who knew were a small group of his friends and mine as well.

"There was one boy in particular. I assumed they had become best friends, but I think he was Sasori's first real crush… I'm pretty sure Sasori only agreed to date me as a cover."

Made sense. Deidara was pretty sure he at one time used his best friend as a cover. Of course, it didn't last long, because it was pretty clear as day that Deidara was gay.

"I got pregnant with Kankuro during my first year of high school. It was odd. Sasori was never an intimate boyfriend. The guy rarely wanted to hold my hand or even hug me. God forbid if he ever gave me a kiss." Karura shook her head with a sigh, "He brought the conversation of sex up randomly one night. Said that all the other guys had done it by now. He apparently had been lying to them, saying that he wasn't a virgin, but the guys didn't believe him. I told him that it didn't have to be a lie. That I wanted to have sex with him.

"He was really caught off guard," the woman laughed. "I guess he didn't expect me to actually want to do it, but I loved him and I wanted to do whatever to make him happy. He actually agreed. I suppose if he had denied it that night I would've caught on to his secret. We didn't use any condoms and I remember it hurting quite a bit. It was pretty awkward, since he didn't really touch me, but again, I thought nothing of it."

Deidara shudder at the mental image of Sasori having sex with a female. An underage female at that. Bad daddy! Deidara would definitely have to give the older man a scolding later. Although, Sasori would probably scold Deidara just as well - the blond had lost his virginity around Karura's age and to a much older guy too…

"Okey, so," the blond started slowly. "So Sasori got you pregnant, despite being clearly gay, and decided to marry you, un. You then went on to have two more children?"

Karura pursed her lips, "Yes. It seemed like a fairytale, we were a perfect family. I should've known though. I… I did know. I just didn't want to believe it." She frowned, "He always had these magazines hidden in his office. Magazines that a straight man wouldn't even glance at. When I finally asked him about them, he told me that it was just some kind of prank mail and that the guys at work kept sending it to him. If that was true why didn't he just throw them away?" She sighed, "I never saw them after that… but I also wasn't ever allowed in his office since then."

Deidara gave a small nod. Sasori didn't really like Deidara being in his office, but that was probably because he distracted the older man. Roleplay in Sasori's office always led to a mess - papers and pens scattered across the room.

"Then there was those weird emails. They were never too intimate, but they weren't that innocent either. He said they were from his coworker, which I'd like to assume is true. Sometimes I think back and wish he had told me the truth, then maybe I wouldn't feel this way. Then again, sometimes I wish he had never came out that way we could still be together and a happy family." Karura cracked a smile - a sad smile. "I miss him. I miss cooking dinner, the kids running around. Him coming home, kissing me on the cheek as he'd throw the mail on the counter. We'd sit at the table, have a good meal and talk about our day. Once the kids were tucked in bed, we'd go to our room and we would just lay in bed. He'd put on his glasses-"

"And read the next chapter of whatever book he's on."

Karura looked at the blond, her smile slowly fading. "Yeah. I could be begging him to turn off the light and go to sleep, but he'd always say Just one more chapter."

Deidara laughed a little, "He still does that. Actually, sometimes he'll keep reading until he falls asleep."

"Hm… He used to read to the kids. He still do that?"

"Just Gaara. The other two really don't care for it," Deidara shrugged. "I don't see why though. His voice is so soothing. I love when he reads to me, un."

Karura raised an eyebrow. "He reads to you?"

Deidara flushed, "Uh, sometimes. I like to hear his voice." He felt a bit bad, seeing the hurt flash across Karura's eyes. "A-Anyway," he tried, "why do you talk about Sasori like he's dead? When you talk about him, it just sounds so sorrowful."

"In some ways, he is dead to me."

Ouch. Wow, was that brutal. Deidara frowned.

The woman shrugged lightly. "Sasori, when he was my husband, was a different man. He's never been an open book. Only intimate and open when he wanted to be. Seeing him with you…" she swallowed, "he seems so different. Relaxed and… carefree. He makes the first move to touch you. I wish I could have had that. I wish he would've loved me as much as he loves you."

Deidara's lips parted in surprise, rendered speechless. Before him was the same woman who had shut him down many times, outright admitted that she didn't like him, and blamed him for her ex-husband's sexuality. This was the woman who was now teary-eyed before him. He could tell she was trying to hold it in. While he did feel sorta bad, he knew that there was nothing he could do.

She cleared his throat and stood, throwing her money down to pay for the coffee. "That's all." Karura moved out of the booth and quickly scurried out of the shop.

The blond jumped up from his seat and followed her out the shop. He easily caught up to her. "H-Hey, wait!" he called out to the woman, unlocking her car. "Sasori loves you. Maybe not in the same way as you love him, or how you want him to… but he does care about you, un. Sure he's a dick sometimes, but you're family and family is the most important thing to him. I truly believe he cares for you, un."

Karura smiled sadly again. "I wish I could believe that."

Deidara watched as the woman got in her car and drive off. It seemed she had made up her mind about how things were. The blond chewed the inside of his cheek. It seemed that Karura was more hurt than she let on. She really did love Sasori…

The thought of losing Sasori himself always sent Deidara in a panic. He could understand how devastated she must feel. If he lost Sasori…

"Sir, you need to come back in and pay for your drink."

Deidara turned sharply on his heels. "Ah! Sorry!" He flushed, rushing inside.

The blond was definitely going to have to talk to Sasori about this later. Even if Karura and Sasori are divorced, Deidara believed that they should have a good mutual relationship. It was better for everybody if they could all get along.