AN/ Enjoy Chapter 2!
\\: Sasori was sitting in the playground, in the dead centre. He was looking up at Deidara who was standing a few feet away. Deidara was trembling with fear, but his face was stern, angry.
"Keep away from me."/
Sasori woke up to his alarm clock. He looked at the day. Saturday.
"Oh, shit. Must have forgotten to turn it off." He mumbled. He picked up his alarm clock at threw it across the room. It abruptly shut up. He snuggled back into the covers, and closed his eyes, snoozing. He was awoken by the doorbell, now. He yelled down the hallway in frustration, stomping down the stairs and flinging open the door. Itachi smirked at Sasori, who was dressed in boxers and a tank top. Sasori huffed, folding his arms. He leant against the wall, eyeing Itachi.
"Why're you here?" He grumbled.
"Thanks for inviting me in." Itachi walked forwards, closing the door behind him.
"Hey, I was planning on sleeping after you'd gone?" Sasori snarled, following Itachi into the living room.
"I can stay here and you can sleep." Itachi remarked calmly, knowing full well that –
"I don't trust you." Sasori growled. Itachi smirked, leaning against the wall next to Sasori, close enough to brush his nose against Sasori's – which he did do. Sasori pulled back with a small whimper.
"Stop it…" He grumbled. "Just… just get out!"
"How about no, sweetheart?" Itachi purred, stroking Sasori's cheek, leaning against him now. Sasori was pinned against the wall, Itachi brushing close to him. Sasori flinched as Itachi slowly ran his fingers up his thighs, then under his shirt. He moaned softly at the cold touch. Itachi smirked, his tongue poking out and tracing Sasori's lips. Sasori whimpered, pressing back against the wall. He slid away from Itachi, who stuck out his leg and tripped him up. Sasori fell against a black beanbag seat, and Itachi fell ontop of him. Sasori shifted backwards, but Itachi had wrapped his arms around him, and had claimed Sasori's lips with his own. Sasori wriggled, squeaking softly. Itachi just bit hard on Sasori's lower lip, stopping the whimpers abruptly. Itachi pulled off Sasori's shirt, running his hands along Sasori's bare, boney chest. Sasori moaned, sinking down into the beanbag and thrashing helplessly.
"Stop… stop it, Itachi…" Itachi pulled off his own shirt, and then unbuttoned his trousers –
But only got as far as that, as the doorbell rang. Itachi got up, and Sasori snatched his shirt, slipping it on. He peeked around the doorway, just as Itachi opened the door to Kisame, who was glaring mercilessly at Itachi. Itachi's dark eyes widened.
"Kisame… I thought you…"
"Went out? I did. But I came back, thought I'd surprise you. And then I caught you walking here." Kisame growled, his filed teeth exposed. "Looks like I got the surprise."
"Kisame… I'm… I'm…" Itachi gaped like a fish out of water, his eyes like saucers.
"You're what? You never were one to apologize. I was the one who did the apologizing. This time, I'm not going to."
"Kisame…" Kisame turned away, a look of disgust on his shark-like face, beginning to walk away,
"Kisame!" Itachi ran after Kisame, and Sasori watched Itachi hug Kisame's waist, trying to stop him walking. He could see Itachi shaking with what seemed like sobs. Kisame was still walking, dragging Itachi along like a doll. Itachi's heels were dug into the ground, his toes pointing to the sky. Sasori felt pity towards Itachi, but he mentally applauded Kisame for his deed.
He was always Itachi's personal bodyguard. It was about time that he dumped him. Sasori thought, with spite. Then he went indoors.
Sasori hung upside down from the tree branch, his face turning pink from the blood rushing to his brain. He sniffed, breathing out through his mouth.
"Have you got a cold, yeah?" Sasori fell out of the tree, only to be caught by the blonde Deidara.
"Hanging like that is bound to end up badly, yeah?"
"Yeah… I guess…" Sasori struggled out of Deidara's grip, winding himself as he landing on his back with a soft 'thudd'. He gasped for air, propping himself up on his hands as he sat up. Deidara crouched beside him, one perfectly formed eyebrow raised.
"That was VERY sensible, yeah."
"Oh excuse you while you swim in your own river of sarcasm." Sasori snarled.
"Well, it wasn't, was it?" Deidara sat beside Sasori, his hazel eye portraying everything that was bored. Sasori looked back with blue eyes filled with confusion. Deidara cocked his head.
"What're you confused about, yeah?"
"Lots of things."
"Yes, and…?"
"Lots of things." Snarled Sasori, his fingers twitching.
"Lots of things being what? I only wanna know, yeah…" Sasori's eye twitched.
"SHUT UP! You do not need to know ANY of my BUISNESS. If you ask one more time, my fingers will find a mind of their own and will tear out your jugular!" Deidara grinned evilly.
"But my hands already have a mind of their own…" He held up both his hands, and Sasori scrambled backwards into the trunk of the tree with a loud, girlish scream. Deidara's hands had MOUTHS and big lolling TONGUES!
"WHAT THE HELL!" Deidara was just laughing serenely to himself.
"Its just fake skin." Deidara pulled off the mouths, and then waved them in front of Sasori's face, making ridiculous ghost noises. Sasori glared at him.
"You. Are. So. DEAD!" He snarled. He dove for Deidara, who scrambled up the tree, and sat on the bough that Sasori had been hanging off.
"Oh, so violent. Tell you what, why don't we be FRIENDS?"
"Go and spread your sarcasm on a bit of toast, and shove it down someone elses throat, Deidara."
"So scary." Deidara simpered, hiding behind his hands.
"Shut up."
"Cant I fill your little tum tum with my lov-lovly sarcasm?" Sasori looked up at Deidara with surprise and shock.
"You are weird."
"I know, dear."
"Don't call me 'dear'."
"Why not? Does little Sas-Sas not like it?" Deidara whimpered in a baby voice. Sasori's eye twitched in annoyance. He clambered up the tree, and Deidara jumped off, looking up at Sasori.
"By the way, yeah, this is payback for all the times that you have come looking for trouble. Have fun climbing down." Sasori swore, balancing on the bough of the branch, before falling off onto his backside. By the time he had gotten off his ass, Deidara was gone.
Deidara sat on a beanbag in his room, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Naruto had arranged to take out Sasuke, Shino, Kiba, and Deidara to a big house egging event. 'Birthday present for ero-sensei.' He had said. The doorbell rang, and Deidara shot across the landing and out the door before he heard his mother move. The five clambered down the stairs, then ran all the way to 'ero-senseis' house. Naruto swung the large bag off his back, handing out boxes of rotten eggs to the others. Deidara threw the first egg – or rather, the first three, which landed on a window. The others began egging, and soon the whole house was covered. The next chain of event happened extremely quickly. Naruto threw an egg, the front door swung open, and the egg hit Jiraiya in the forehead. The five ran off, Shino and Kiba in one direction, Naruto and Deidara in another, and Sasuke bolted away in a different direction.
Deidara and Naruto found themselves in the park. They stopped running panting for breath, at the duck pond. Naruto sat down, giggling. Deidara crouched, panting and flushed. He fell backwards, and saw Naruto's face above his.
"Hey, you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine…" Deidara struggled to sit up, but was pounded back down again by Naruto roughly placing his lips against Deidara's. Deidara elbowed Naruto in the chest, and scrambled backwards with a look of disgust on his face. He stood up, and kicked Naruto in the stomach before running as fast as he could back to his flat.
Sitting on his bed, Deidara held his head in his hands. He rocked backwards and forwards, his eyes unblinking. Distantly, he heard the doorbell go. Then he heard his bedroom door open.
"Deidara…?" Sasori poked his head around the door, and upon seeing Deidara in his unstable state, he gingerly closed the door and tiptoed over, putting and arm around Deidara's shoulders. His large black trench coat hid his jeans and white shirt, obviously unironed. He felt Deidara start to shake softly with tears. He put two fingers under Deidara's chin, pushing his head up and turning it towards his.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Sasori whispered, wiping away Deidara's tears with the cuff of his long trench coat. Deidara bit his lip, casting his eyes downward. Sasori frowned, and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"I had my first kiss."
"So these are tears of happiness?"
"Do I look happy?"
"…No, not really. Who did you kiss?"
"I didn't kiss him. He kissed me. It was horrible." Deidara broke into sobs again. "I wanted it to be special… And I get a brutal kiss on the side of a disgusting duck pond." Deidara hiccupped, and Sasori wiped away the tears yet again.
"I'm sorry, Deidara…"
"There is nothing for you to be sorry about. I just hope that Sasuke doesn't get a twisted story if he finds Naruto…"
"Naruto kissed you?"
"Yeah. So much for saving him." Deidara sneered through his tears. Sasori bit his lip, and wrapped his arms around Deidara in an attempt to comfort him. Deidara pushed back against Sasori, who released him almost instantly. Deidara's watery eyes were almost unreadable. Sasori had seen something similar to Itachi's lust glimmer faintly in Deidara's eyes.
"Help me get rid of the pain." Deidara whispered, wrapping his arms around Sasori's waist, his nose brushing against Sasori's. Sasori's heart thudded in his chest, threatening to break several of his ribs. Sasori could feel Deidara's breath against his lips, making him shiver quietly. As Deidara neared him, he held a finger to his lips, pressing back.
"Are you sure you want this? Because I cant take it back, and neither can you." Sasori's vocal chords were so piled down the emotions he couldn't raise his voice higher than a whisper. Deidara smirked, pushing back against the finger until Sasori let it drop. Sasori's hands rested on Deidara's hips, and he pressed his lips against Deidara's.
Deidara leant into the kiss, shifting onto Sasori's lap. He broke from the kiss for a breath before delving back into it. Sasori was taken back by Deidara's eagerness – a minute ago, he had been holding a sobbing lump and now he was having a make-out session with Deidara. How twisted is the world?
AN/ Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter will be in Sasori's point of view. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter compared to chapter 1… But that droned on a bit. Expect the chapters to be this size from now on, with maybe the occasional 3000-4000 chapter.