So, after a really long wait which I am really sorry about, I bring you The Chapter. Well, you probably won't know what I'm talking about until you actually read it so... XD Enjoy!

So staying together was hard.

But it wasn't anything they couldn't handle. It was just that sometimes Deidara got on Sasori's nerves a little too much and sometimes Sasori could be extremely unreasonable (in Deidara's opinion) and he totally didn't have a right to be because hello, this is actually my house.

However that also meant that they got information (and dirt) about each other as well. Like the fact that Sasori was not functional before his two cups of coffee in the morning. The first time Deidara spoke to him before his morning ritual, Sasori threatened to kill him. The second time Deidara was almost punched. After the third time in which Sasori threw a vase at him and did not miss, Deidara stopped trying. He was persistent and all but Sasori was a living hazard and he didn't want to die that soon. And definitely not at Sasori's hands.

Not that Deidara was without his flaws.

He had to have his music when he was bathing. And he had to have them on loud. Sasori didn't mind when it was classical music breezing into the living room, but he minded a lot when it was metal music which doesn't sound like anything at all damn it. Deidara listened to a wide range of music. Actually, he listened to all types of music and while Sasori appreciated his versatility, he didn't appreciate Deidara blasting music in the middle of the night.

Just because they didn't have neighbours for miles now doesn't mean he could do as he pleased.

Okay so it actually did mean that but Sasori only had such an amount of tolerance for unnecessary noise, especially when he was working on his art. He needed peace and quiet which he obviously thought he would find in the middle of park, situated by the edge of a forest no less, and surrounded by nothing but nature for miles around. The streets below were too far down below for consideration; just because they could see them didn't mean they mattered. Of course he should have realised that he was living with the noisiest human being on earth so it didn't really matter where he was.

Deidara didn't mean to annoy Sasori, just like he was sure that Sasori didn't mean to go all psychotic on him before he had his coffee. But he needed his music, period. That wasn't even what he was worried about anyway. He was more worried about his insane depression acting up.

So far it hadn't happened but he could never tell when it would anyway and it wasn't as if he was going to sit around waiting for it to show. Sasori had already said that he didn't mind but Deidara minded. Sasori was a smart person after all. And depression was something that only stupid people who led themselves into a pit felt. At least that was how Deidara saw it. So, as a smart person, Sasori would definitely find him stupid. And he did feel stupid. But he didn't want Sasori to feel that way.

Fine. So maybe he did care about the other man's opinion more than he would like to admit but since it was that way, he couldn't change it and he could only hope that he wouldn't be randomly hit by it. There was also the chance that Sasori would be too distracted by his art to bother about anything else.

Art…

That brought a pang to his heart.

He wouldn't ever admit that out loud, much less to Sasori of all people because he didn't want to and didn't have the right to make Sasori feel guilty for choosing to be brave and following his passion, but when he was alone in his room with only the company of the stars and moon, he could admit it. He wanted to do his art. He needed to do his art.

But then his mother's face would appear and her words would fill his mind and what else could he do but lock his desire up?

That aside, living with Sasori was probably the best decision he made in his life. That wasn't actually saying much because he count on his fingers how many right decisions he had made and still have leftovers but it meant something at least. The one thing that Deidara was grateful for was that Sasori didn't try to keep his art work out of Deidara's way.

Other people may look at this and think that Sasori was simply unkind for rubbing his freedom into Deidara's face but Deidara knew that Sasori didn't mean to be cruel or vindictive or whatever. Sasori did it because he had a right to pursue his art and he didn't have to hide his art like a criminal. And Deidara would never wish of Sasori to do that either. Sasori already had to hide his art, his beautiful art, away from the world once because of Chiyo.

Deidara was not going to be that person to Sasori.

Anyway, he loved it when Sasori was working on his art. His face held such a serious expression and it was obvious in his eyes how much he loved what he was doing. Of course Sasori always looked serious when he was doing his work for university too but the thing was that he always looked dead. Now he looked alive and happy and Deidara couldn't be happier because it was true after all – Sasori did wear happiness nicely.

It wasn't as if they purposely avoided the subject either. Deidara would sometimes ask Sasori what he was doing when he was just so sick of medical stuff and Sasori would kindly explain his work to Deidara. Other times, Sasori would ask for Deidara's opinions and it thrilled Deidara to no end. Because, above everything else, he respected Sasori and for Sasori to want his opinions despite their clashing view of art… Well, happiness could only come in so many forms.

What they never broached was the subject of Deidara doing art. Deidara wasn't ready to talk about it and Sasori must know that because he always gave Deidara a gentle and understanding smile every time art came up in a conversation.

School was plain weird without Sasori there though. Sure Hidan was there and Deidara loved his company, along with the rest of their gang, but they were in different faculties after all and they just didn't understand what he was going through. It just wasn't the same without Sasori there. There was no one to exchange knowing looks with during combined lectures, no one to argue over art with, no one to get into an argument with just because, no one to bully into buying him a cup of coffee (even if Sasori always did so rather begrudgingly or if only to get him to shut up)… the list could go on forever.

And then there was Chiyo.

Oh gosh. Chiyo.

The only comfort he had was that she probably hated him as much as he loathed her. After all he was still a star pupil and did everything immaculately. And so she always had no choice but to give him the high marks that he deserved because among all the flaws that he could point out about her, mixing personal things and business was not one of them. Still it must annoy her to award him the marks for his work as much as it pained him to spend so much time on them. It totally didn't help that she played quite a significant part in his achievements.

He didn't bring Chiyo up to Sasori though. He didn't want Sasori to be haunted by her even when he was surrounded by his art; she didn't have a place there.

"I don't get it, un," Deidara announced, stretching his arms above his head as he made himself more comfortable on the couch.

"Don't get what?" Sasori asked, tone distracted because he was carving something; Deidara couldn't see.

"This," Deidara said, waving towards the television where a love drama was playing.

"The TV's existence?" Sasori asked, just to be a pain in the ass and Deidara huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Really, Danna, un."

"I don't actually know what you're talking about," Sasori pointed out as he placed down the chisel and observed his handiwork.

"This drama, un," Deidara said in annoyance as if it was pain to explain to Sasori because it was so obvious. "This love drama."

"It's a drama," Sasori replied. He still didn't know exactly what Deidara was complaining about but to him, love dramas were stupid and filled with complicated, unrealistic plots so there wasn't actually much to get anyway.

"Why must it be so complicated, un?" Deidara asked.

"I don't really have all the answers in the universe you know," Sasori told Deidara seriously.

"I mean if you love someone you should just go for it and not be hesitant about it right, un?" Deidara asked, continuing as if he didn't hear Sasori.

"There are other things to consider I guess…" Sasori replied, wondering why Deidara was so interested in the topic of love so suddenly. They had plenty of conversations about a thousand topics before but love had never popped up.

"But if it's someone you seriously love, nothing else should matter right? Like this guy. He obviously loves the girl but he just wouldn't go for it, un."

Sasori was about to point out that that was a really childish way of thinking when he suddenly got it. Deidara wasn't actually talking about love; he was really talking about his art. Why couldn't he pursue it if it was so important to him? Why did he let other people get in the way? Sasori felt stupid for not realising it right away but a smile made its way to his lips anyway. So Deidara was finally ready to talk about his art. But trust him to disguise it under another topic.

"You're assuming here that the girl is the only one the guy loves," Sasori said, setting his art aside as he turned to face Deidara. The blonde was lounging on the couch, looking for all the world that he was simply having a random conversation but Sasori could see his tenseness underneath the relaxed demeanour. "Maybe going after her could hurt other people he cares about."

"Okay, fine, assuming that situation then. But even so, if that girl is that important to him, shouldn't nothing else matter as much, un?" Deidara asked, suddenly sounding and looking more serious as he sat up straight and looked at Sasori for an answer.

Sasori took a moment to consider this. He might have already chose his art over Chiyo but it still took him an awfully long time to do so and Deidara's question struck something in him. If art was indeed so important to him that it practically defined him, why did he let Chiyo deprive him of it for so long? And he knew that one of the main reasons that he chose to do art was because of Deidara, not that the blonde knew that. At any rate, it certainly wasn't art alone that triggered his actions.

"But that's the problem, isn't it?" Sasori asked finally, lifting his eyes to meet Deidara's.

"What, un?"

"Other things do matter. That's why even if the girl is that important to him, he can't just toss everyone else aside."

"But in terms of scales? So other people matter but doesn't she matter more?" Deidara pressed, frowning.

Sasori shrugged. "So she matters more, but he can't just ignore the others, simply because they do matter too."

"But in terms of scales," Deidara repeated stubbornly.

"The problem is that the worth of someone can't be measured right?" Sasori asked, ever logical and he could see the irritation manifest on Deidara's face.

"Well, if you like someone more…" Deidara muttered, obstinate as ever.

"So between me and Hidan, who would you choose? He's your best friend. I have the same interests as you. They're different things but can you measure the worth of either?"

Deidara scrunched up his face in concentration and Sasori was mildly offended that the other man was even trying to choose between them. But then his face fell and Sasori knew that he had won.

"Right, un," Deidara conceded, holding his hands up in defeat. He flopped back against the couch and let his eyes fall shut. "So complicated."

"Humans are," Sasori agreed as he turned back to his art.

Deidara would probably need a moment to internalise everything. Meanwhile he needed to finish up his art; he had a deadline to meet. As much as he didn't like the idea of selling his art, he knew he had to if he wanted to survive. He hadn't even gone out of his way to set up a store or rent a booth or anything.

He was at the art shop the other day when the owner saw some of his drawings by accident when he dropped them. He had asked to see the real models and Sasori, seeing no problem with that, had brought them the next day. They then came to an agreement that Sasori could sell his artworks there with a 10% commission for the owner. It totally wasn't what Sasori had in mind but he didn't see a problem with that so he agreed. It made sure that he had to constantly be doing his art anyway, not that he needed any motivation.

After tweaking the final bits, he set his piece aside and turned to see what Deidara was up to. But Deidara wasn't on the couch anymore. He was sitting on the window sill, watching the incessant rain pounding on the window pane. Sasori hadn't even realised that it had started to rain. Sasori wanted to call out to Deidara but something made him stop. So he kept his artwork and took a seat on the couch and waited for Deidara to come back from wherever he was.

Deidara wasn't sure how long he was sitting there but it must have been pretty long because the next time he looked at the clock two hours have already passed. The rain showed no signs of letting up though. In fact it was raining harder. And he wasn't feeling better.

"Feeling better?"

And Deidara would have jumped if he wasn't feeling so drained. He didn't know how long Sasori had just been sitting there but it couldn't have been long right? Because he wasn't doing anything. He was just sitting there. The only thing on the coffee table was a cup of tea. There weren't any books in sight and neither were there any works in progress – things he usually did when he was in the living room.

"How long have you just been sitting there, un?" Deidara asked, more curious than anything.

"A while."

Deidara let out a whine; he wanted to know the exact time. Sasori rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. Deidara didn't feel like pursuing it.

"After I finished my work."

Deidara blinked. That would mean that Sasori had been there before he even went into his depression mood. He saw Sasori's work; it would have taken the man no more than five minutes to finish it. That would mean that Sasori had just sat there with him the entire time. He knew it wasn't in Sasori's nature to pry into matters which was why the redhead had left him alone the entire time but Sasori was also undeniably impatient. How he just sat there without saying a word or doing anything was honestly beyond Deidara. But he was grateful.

And suddenly he didn't feel so depressed anymore. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because his bouts of depression usually stemmed from the lack of people/ human interaction in his life and Sasori being there simply eradicated those reasons. Or maybe because it was Sasori; the man did have some sort of a calming effect on him after all… not to say that he was suddenly feeling happy though because he definitely wasn't. He just felt contented and honestly that was the best feeling in the world.

He went over to sit next to Sasori on the couch. Sasori raised an eyebrow.

"Thanks, un."

Sasori scoffed.

"Told you I could handle any of your mood swings, Brat," Sasori said, sounding a bit too smug for Deidara's liking but he figured that he would just let Sasori off this time.

Sasori actually couldn't figure out what was wrong at first because the brat was really just staring out the window, being in his own little and unbalanced world as usual. But then he noticed the glassed over, unfocused look in Deidara's eyes and he just knew that Deidara was having one of his moments that he had warned him about.

Sasori had always been alone and Chiyo was never a source of comfort whenever he got lonely or just plain sad so he didn't even know the basics of comforting someone, let alone cheer them up. He usually got over whatever was bothering him by himself and it wasn't hard for him. Once he deemed it impractical to be mulling over something (which was within minutes more often than not) he simply stopped brooding and did what was more important, more practical. Not to mention that he didn't even feel those negative emotions on a regular basis. They only come up once in a while to remind him that he was human or when he sees a child laughing with their parents but the second situation was rare. There was a reason why he preferred to stay at home after all.

So Sasori didn't know what to do about Deidara. But he couldn't just leave him there and go about his business. Well, he probably could because Deidara was even more disconnected from the world than usual and wouldn't realise a single thing but that totally wasn't the point. Besides, Sasori just couldn't bring himself to do so. Also, he would feel too much like Chiyo and more importantly, how the heck was he going to secure Deidara's happiness when he couldn't even drag him out from a rut?

So he just sat there and watched Deidara and waited for the blonde to return.

He would wait forever.

But, his own impatience aside, he knew that waiting wasn't the solution. He wanted – needed – to eradicate it. Because he never wanted to see Deidara like that again. He didn't know how it feels obviously but it's obviously bad and it wiped the smile off Deidara's face so Sasori didn't really need to know what it was to want to get rid of it.

The next time it happened Sasori was as prepared as he was the last time but at least he caught on to it almost immediately. It was raining again and Deidara was staring out of the window again and it just happened again.

So Sasori waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And then he just couldn't.

He walked over to Deidara and let his heart take over dictating his actions. At times like these his brain would only get in the way. Without saying a word, not that Deidara would have noticed given his state, Sasori sat down next to him and held his hand in his own. Deidara didn't start but he did notice Sasori's presence.

He tore his eyes away from the rain and looked at Sasori with such a broken look in his eyes that Sasori could do little but gaze back. He hoped that Deidara knew that that meant he wasn't leaving no matter what.

"Sasori," Deidara mumbled.

"I'm here," Sasori assured, his voice barely above a whisper over the loud pounding of the rain.

Deidara let out a choked sob and collapsed onto Sasori's chest. Somehow, instinctually, Sasori wrapped his arms around the blonde and held him close. Any other person and Sasori knew that he would have shoved them off and told them to go be depress somewhere not on or near him. But Deidara was different.

Somehow, from the start, he had already known that Deidara was different.

It took a while but eventually Deidara stopped crying. And then they just stayed there and drifted off in their own worlds. By the time Sasori returned to reality, the rain had calmed to a drizzle and night had taken over.

From Deidara's even breathing, he couldn't tell if the blonde was awake or asleep. He brushed Deidara's bangs out of his eyes and found cerulean orbs staring back at him. Deidara managed a weak smile and moved himself off Sasori so that he was facing Sasori, their knees brushing against each other. It was already more touching than Sasori would normally allow but he didn't mind.

"Are you okay?" he asked instead because really that was more important.

"Yeah, un."

Sasori didn't usually ask 'why' even if he wanted to know because it broke his no prying policy. But with Deidara, he found that he didn't really care. Not this time anyway. He wanted – needed – to know.

"Why?"

"Huh?" Deidara didn't sound very coherent at the moment and he probably didn't know what Sasori was asking.

"Why did you cry?"

For a moment, Deidara looked almost comically shocked that Sasori was actually prying but then a soft understanding took over and he smiled that elusive sweet and genuine smile which Sasori only ever saw on two occasions.

"I was lonely I guess, un," Deidara explained with a shrug. "I know I act all badass and give the whole I-don't-a-shit-about-people act but I guess that's the one human nature that really gets to me. And I've been lonely and alone and in solitude this whole time. And," Deidara chanced a small smile at Sasori, "now I'm not. I guess I had to let all those years of pent up frustrations somehow. I knew crying is pathetic… but you know… un."

"It's not pathetic," Sasori said with a shrug.

Sasori didn't say anything else and Deidara must have gotten worried because he was now peering at the older man curiously.

Sasori wasn't sure what this was going to be but he chanced it anyway. Right now, all he could see was Deidara and all he knew was that this was home. And he didn't think before he leant forward and pressed his lips against Deidara's. Deidara didn't react for a moment but Sasori wasn't worried. Soon enough, Deidara was kissing him back gently.

"What was that, un?" Deidara mumbled later when they had pulled apart and were back in their respective positions.

"Exactly what it was," Sasori replied and Deidara rolled his eyes affectionately.

"Seriously, un."

"I don't know," Sasori admitted because relationships and love were way out of his knowledge. "But it felt right."

"Yeah," Deidara agreed, a small smile lingering on his lips. "It's right, un."

After that, things weren't all that different. In fact, things were the same. They just felt different and Sasori supposed that simply feeling content every day counted for something. He wondered if Deidara felt any different because it didn't look as if the blonde was having any difficulties transition from into this new relationship. He was just about to ask Deidara about it because he was never good at guessing at things when they just had to get into an argument. But then again, it was precisely because of this argument, like the ones they have had so many times before, that let Sasori know that everything was fine just the way they were.

It all started when he randomly expressed his interest in Deidara's interest in a wide range of music.

"Because I'm versatile, un," Deidara was saying, not even looking up from the essay that he was typing. "Appreciate it."

"Sure," Sasori deadpanned. "Just why though? Wouldn't you usually stick to one genre or maybe even two? I'm not saying that you only have to listen to one genre; you can listen to others sometimes too but mostly wouldn't you just stick to one?"

"I don't know, un," Deidara said, pausing in his typing as he spun his chair around to face Sasori who was working on his own artwork. When he noticed that Deidara was waiting for him to pay attention, he put his chisel down. "I guess it because I feel differently at different points in time?"

"Okay but wouldn't you just tend towards one genre? Simply because you can connect more to the lyrics or music?"

"I know what you mean, un," Deidara acknowledged though he was frowning. "I guess I simply do just change really quickly. I mean I feel angry one day and I feel content the next and there isn't even really a reason for that. And the music I listen to just reflects my mood."

"Rather than mood alone, don't you think music reflects something about someone as a whole too?"

Deidara gave him a look which plainly said 'continue'.

"For example, someone who listens to angry music where the lyrics are simply about someone complaining about why the world is against them. Doesn't it reflect how said person really feels that way about the world? And how it's also a measure of how much anger they have inside them?"

"That's the way it is with me too though, un," Deidara pointed out. "When I listen to that kind of music, I kind of really do feel that the entire world is against me."

"The thing is you change songs every day. The person I'm talking about just listens to angry music all the time," Sasori clarified as understanding lit in Deidara's eyes.

"But I don't think someone just stays the same all the time," Deidara said.

"I know where you're coming from. But even if someone changes, won't it only be once?" Sasori asked.

"I guess, un," Deidara said with a shrug because he didn't really know that many people after all but what Sasori said did make sense. "I can only speak for me. I think it's more fun being able to experience all sorts of things though. Life's already so short so it just means that the time to linger on to one thing is even shorter, un."

"Which brings me back to my point. If music says something about someone, shouldn't the genre stay the same?"

"Danna," Deidara said really serious.

"Yes?"

"Are you implying that I have no personality?"

"No," Sasori replied firmly with a roll of his eyes. "I know you and you listening to all kinds of music reflect your personality really well."

"Right?" Deidara said, a bit too smugly for Sasori's taste but he let it slide. "Because everything about me has to be transient so my jumping from genre to genre is totally representative of that, un."

"And your art reflects that too?" Sasori asked drily because of course Deidara was going to drag art into this.

"Yes, that too, un," Deidara said with a smirk as if he just read Sasori's mind. "But Danna's art reflects him perfectly too right?"

"It is," Sasori acknowledged with a nod, wondering how the conversation suddenly took this turn. Whatever, he couldn't remember what he was trying to find out anyway. But, he thought as Deidara abandoned his artwork to come lean his head on Sasori's shoulder, it didn't really matter anyway.

YAY they finally got together! But, HOW WAS IT?!

I really want to know. Because I do know that it was really short. But I always thought that if Sasori and Deidara were to get together, it would be like this. As in not exactly like this, but like Deidara would do something and Sasori would talk to him and then decide that it's just right to be with Deidara and so something about it and Deidara would realise that too. Because, you know, they have this mind synchro thing that they know what the other is thinking even though they don't agree with each other but they just accept it because they know the other can't be helped and it's just beautiful. Okay, I'm ranting and this will never end if I don't stop.

But that's really just my opinion.

Sorry that it was so late though. I wrote that scene so many times and a few versions were actually longer but I decided that this was the way to go. XD And I really wanted to bring out how the essence of their relationship didn't change even though the nature of their did.

Okay I really have to stop now.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! Reviews are always appreciated. :D