Sasori's alarm buzzed at 7am as it always does. He groggily got up from bed to shut it off, but a flash of blonde zoomed past him. "Shut that thing up!" Deidara yelled before taking the alarm clock and throwing it on the ground.

"No!" Sasori cried. A few screws on the alarm clock scattered across the floor as it hit the ground. The alarm clock was silent. "That was my clock that you just broke!"

"Sasori, don't you have anything more gentle to wake us up?" Deidara yawned. He lifted up his arms in a stretch, and Sasori could see a clear muscular line tracing down from his pectorals to his crotch…Sasori shook his head, shaking himself out of his desire.

"I do not have anything gentle, you just ruined the only alarm I had," he grumbled and walked out of the room, too distressed to say anything else.

He began making breakfast for himself and Deidara. As he scrambled the eggs in the pan, he heard Deidara shuffle into the kitchen. Sasori nearly dropped the pan when he saw that Deidara was wearing his clothes!

"Why the hell are you wearing my clothes?!" Sasori barked. Deidara had put on one of his favorite purple t-shirts, and his tight khaki skinny pants. The pants fit the length of Sasori's legs. On Deidara however, they cut off above his ankles. The t-shirt stretched a little too tightly on him, but it still looked good. It made his muscles pop out noticeably.

"I noticed that my sh- I mean, the outfit I wore yesterday, was not what people wear around here. So I decided I should fit in better, and I looked around in your closet for something to wear that would fit me and be fashionable. Trust me, I had to dig deep in your closet to find this," Deidara said, as if it was a trouble to him. He hadn't even asked Sasori's permission.

"So let me get this straight," Sasori said, clenching his spatula, "you just moved in to this town, and you don't have any other clothes?" Deidara nodded, as though this was normal. "And," Sasori added, "now that I think about it, you didn't seem to bring anything else with you. No furniture, no belongings, no clothes…just where the hell did you come from?"

Deidara smiled mischievously, "wouldn't you like to know," he said in a secretive tone.

"Yes," Sasori spat back, "I would! I mean, what the hell!? You can't just dig around in my closet and wear my clothes! You didn't even ask me first!"

"Oh that's right," Deidara said, "well, can I wear your clothes?"

"Oh jeez, you already are, so go ahead and wear them!" Sasori yelled. He turned back to the stove furiously, noticing that the eggs had almost burned. He turned off the stove and dished out the scrambled eggs onto two plates.

"Thanks!" Deidara said. He grabbed a plate from Sasori and then swooped down to place a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, what did I say about that perverted stuff!? Cut it out," Sasori cried, rubbing his hand up against his burning cheek.

"It was just a gesture of thanks, cool it," Deidara said, smirking. "Besides, I know you like it." Deidara walked out of the kitchen, eating his eggs. Sasori fumed and tried to calm himself down. It was going to be another long day.

…..

Once in the shop, Sasori spent most of the morning giving out instructions to Deidara. He told him where everything went in the shop, how to manage the classes, how to deal with money transactions, how students could sign up for classes, and how to clean the store. He explained everything as the first few customers walked in and out, buying a few things here and there. He demonstrated to Deidara how to do various mundane, yet essential, tasks. To his surprise, Deidara listened quietly, soaking in the information and asking few questions.

Deidara got to work on creating a list for his pottery class. He placed the signup sheet at the counter, and Sasori was curious to see if anyone would go for it. Sasori had a painting class that afternoon, perhaps some of those students would be interested.

As the painting class began, Deidara stood by in the background. Sasori introduced his new assistant to his students, and then got to his instructions. Deidara walked around and helped the students out with their brushstrokes or with giving them more paint. Sasori was again surprised at how Deidara followed his directions. Perhaps he would be a good apprentice after all.

As the day came to a close, Sasori began instructing Deidara on how to clean up and close the store. Deidara listened, but kept glancing up at the counter. "You want to check on your pottery class list, don't you?" Sasori asked him.

"Yeah, hm. I saw a few people sign up, let me check if any more did." He walked to the counter and looked down at his list. He gave a high pitched squeal, "Oh yeah! 10 people signed up for my class!" He jumped up and down.

Sasori couldn't help but smile. Deidara was quite excited about this class, and he had proved himself a worthy and hard working assistant so far. Maybe having him around wasn't such a bad idea after all.

….

After work, Deidara retired upstairs to their loft and Sasori went to get some pizza for them. He knew he needed to stop eating out so much, but Deidara had suggested they get something to celebrate his first day of work. Sasori agreed that Deidara deserved some pizza, he had truly worked hard today.

Sasori held the hot box of pizza in one hand and opened the door with the other. Moshi greeted him and purred loudly, happy to see him. "Hi Moshi," Sasori said before walking up to the coffee table to place down the large pizza. Half cheese, half pineapple, per Deidara's strange request. "Deidara?" Sasori looked around the small room.

He walked into the bedroom, and found Deidara seated on the floor, deep in concentration. He was fixing the alarm clock that he had thrown earlier that morning. He jammed another screw into the clock, and it began to tick again. "I think I got it, hm," Deidara said proudly.

Sasori blinked in awe. He did not expect Deidara to come home and fix something that he had broken. Perhaps he had misjudged Deidara. After all, he had only known Deidara a full day. He probably needed to get to know him a little better before making up his mind about him. "Wow," Sasori said, "thanks."

"So, did you get the pineapple pizza or what?"

"Yeah, it's on the coffee table," Sasori replied. Deidara shot up and ran out like an excited little kid. He grabbed a slice of pineapple pizza and sat on the sofa, kicking his feet back up on the coffee table. Sasori eyed him, and Deidara placed his feet back on the ground.

"Sorry Danna," he said with his mouth full, "keep forgetting about that rule."

Sasori sighed and grabbed a slice of cheese pizza, sitting cautiously next to Deidara. Deidara blinked at him, and then smirked, "Oh, so you're ok with sitting next to me I see? Even though our arms are touching?" He elbowed Sasori playfully, raising up his eyebrows.

"If we're going to live together and work together, I figure it would be best if we try to get along." Sasori admitted. He took a bite of the pizza, although it was a little too greasy for his liking.

"That's what I've been trying to do all this time!" Deidara said, wrapping an arm around Sasori's neck, pulling him in closer, "Just trying to get close to my hot roommate!"

"That's too close," Sasori grunted, removing himself from Deidara's grasp. He felt his cheeks warm when Deidara called him 'hot.' He wasn't sure if Deidara was being honest or just teasing him though…

"Alright, fine Danna, we'll take it slow," Deidara said before taking another large bite. "Let's watch something, I'm bored hm."

…..

Two days later, Deidara's first pottery class assembled in the art shop. Deidara had pulled out each pottery wheel in excitement, and had carefully prepared clay for each student. It was now Sasori's turn to sit back and watch, to see how Deidara would teach his class.

Deidara began by introducing himself boldly to the class, without a hint of nervousness. Sasori recalled his own first art class, back when he was only 20 years old. He had been so nervous at the time, he thought he was going to throw up. Deidara looked as cool as a cucumber.

Deidara cracked jokes and innuendos as he began to teach his class about forming their clay and using the water to keep it moist. "Keep the clay wet or you won't get it up," he joked. The class laughed at him as if he was the most hilarious person they had ever met. He easily charmed them all with his good looks and cheerful, funny persona. Sasori sat in the corner, watching with his arms crossed. He was jealous that this young blonde could build rapport with his students so easily. It took Sasori several weeks before he was comfortable with each class. Teaching seemed to come easily and naturally to Deidara.

As they began to form small balls of clay on their wheels, spinning slowly, Deidara walked around casually and helped his students out one by one. Sasori couldn't help but notice the sensual, gentle way Deidara placed his hands around each student's working fingers. The way he flashed a toothy, charming smile to each student. The flirty and funny quips that he whispered in their ears, or spoke aloud for them all to hear. All of these flirtatious actions Sasori noticed with intense jealousy rising in his chest like a monster. Deidara wasn't just sexual and flirty with Sasori, it seemed that he was like this to everyone.

Sasori tried to calm the jealous beast within him, he tried to tell himself that Deidara was just his apprentice, just his roommate. There was no reason to be jealous. Deidara had every right to be as flirty and silly with his students as he wanted. But Sasori could not tame the green monster, gnawing at his insides, desperately trying to get out.

Sasori muttered something under his breath about going to run an errand, and then stormed out of the art shop, leaving Deidara alone with his starry eyed students. He took a deep breath once he walked outside, hearing the 'ding' of the bell as he closed the door behind him. His hands were shaking and his chest felt swollen with envy.

Sasori took a walk around the block, breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly to calm down. He decided to treat himself to some sweets to get his mind off of things. He purchased some dango from a sweet shop and walked around a little longer, chewing on his treat until it was finished. He felt better after his stroll, so he decided he should return to his art shop.

He walked inside to find that the class had just finished. The students all wore bright smiles, and they looked exhilarated. Deidara was waving goodbye to them as they walked towards the door, talking excitedly amongst themselves. Sasori had never seen his own students look that happy after a class that he taught. The tiny green monster reared its head inside him again.

Then Sasori noticed in horror that there was clay strewn all over the shop. Bits of clay had smeared up on the floor, the walls and the shelves. There was even a dribble of clay stuck on the ceiling. Sasori had left the shop for 15 minutes, and everything had gone to shit! "What the hell!?" Sasori cried to Deidara once all the students had left. The green jealousy monster had turned into a raging, fiery beast that Sasori could no longer contain.

"Oh hey Sasori," Deidara beamed, seemingly oblivious to Sasori's anger, "yeah, we made a bit of a mess, but it was so much fun!"

"A bit of a mess?! You think this is small!?" Sasori roared.

"Danna it's okay, I'll take care of it," Deidara said, grabbing the mop, still unaffected by Sasori's rage. He was acting calm and collected.

"You realize the next class is in 30 minutes," Sasori said grimly.

"I said I got it," Deidara replied, then rolled his eyes, "jeez, you have no trust in your apprentice, hm. Didn't you see how happy the students were? Don't you think a 'congrats' is in order?"

"You want me to congratulate you?" Sasori was beside himself with fury. Deidara nodded and then Sasori shouted, "fraternizing with the students is not acceptable Deidara!"

Deidara stared at Sasori, blinked twice and then burst out laughing. He hunched over in fits of laughter, holding his side and wiping tears from his face. "Just what the hell is so funny?" Sasori asked him. He could feel his temple throbbing.

"Oh man Sasori," Deidara managed to say, "this is rich. You are so jealous!"

"What?! No! That's not the issue here," Sasori felt his face turn beet red.

"Danna, I flirt around with them to get good tips," Deidara pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. Sasori's pocket, to be more accurate.

Sasori walked up to him, silently admiring the stack of money in Deidara's hands. "How much is that?" he asked curiously.

"$120," Deidara said smugly. Sasori nearly fell to the floor in shock. One hundred and twenty dollars! That meant that each person gave him at least a $10 tip, and some had even pitched in more! The average tip for Sasori was usually around $5. "Well, that shut you up," Deidara said, noticing Sasori's astonishment.

Sasori said nothing. He had nothing to say. He made to turn around and walk away, but Deidara grabbed his wrist, pulling him in closer. Then Deidara gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "Don't be jealous Danna," he said, "none of those students are as cute as you. Like I said, it's all an act to get better tips."

Sasori pulled his hand away from Deidara's, "Fine, whatever," he grumbled, "like I care." Yet, he did care. He felt the green monster inside him calm down as butterflies took over, erupting forth within him when Deidara kissed his cheek. "Hurry and clean this shit up," he ordered, avoiding eye contact and walking away to grab another mop.

…

The next day was finally Friday. As Sasori closed the door at the end of the day and clicked the lock, Deidara whooped behind him. "Yes! The weekend!" he cried, doing another one of his silly dances.

"We still have to clean the store," Sasori said.

"Oh c'mon, I know you're excited! It's our first weekend together as roomies!" Deidara cried happily, "stop being a downer all the time." Sasori didn't say anything, but he did flash a small smile to Deidara as he began to wipe down the countertop. He had to admit to himself that he was excited to spend a weekend with his crazy new roommate. He wondered what Deidara wanted to do. He hoped it wasn't anything too wild.

"What do you have in mind for the weekend?" Sasori asked him.

"Hmm, good question," Deidara said as he stacked the paints back up on the walls. "Well, tonight I'm going to go shopping and get myself some new clothes, hm."

"Good idea," Sasori said. His outfit from yesterday had been stretched out, and there was no doubt that Deidara had probably ruined his clothes today as well.

"Yeah, it should only take me a few hours, what will you do?" Deidara inquired. Sasori felt a bit put out that Deidara didn't invite him to come along shopping, but he did have another idea in mind since it seemed he would have some alone time.

"I think I'll go to the library, pick out a good book to read," Sasori said.

"Pff, that sounds dull. I'll swing by after I buy new clothes so I can model them off to you," Deidara said with a wink.

…..

An hour after closing, Sasori found himself browsing through different titles at the library. He was looking for an adventure tale, but specifically one about ninja. He loved the ninja tales. He knew they weren't real, but as a child, his parents would always read him ninja stories. They had even led him to believe for some time that there were once ninja in the past.

He finally found a title that sounded worth reading- "The Tales of the Utterly Gutsy Shinobi" by a man named Jiraiya. Sasori recognized that name as the author of the dirty 'make out series' novels. He had never read them, but knew them to be popular. He figured he could give the author a shot.

He began to read about the main character Naruto and instantly fell in love with the storyline. He turned page after page, desperate to know how Naruto would defeat his enemies and go on to find peace for the shinobi world. He was so absorbed in the book, that he didn't realize how much time had passed. He did not notice when Deidara walked up in front of him.

"Ahem," Sasori heard the throat clear from Deidara, but still did not look up from his book. Deidara peered over to see what Sasori was reading, and then burst out laughing.

Sasori finally put the book down, annoyed. "What's so funny?" he asked.

Deidara took a moment to control himself before answering, "you're reading a book about shinobi!" he said.

"Why the hell is that funny?" Sasori asked again.

"I-I just never knew you were interested in ninja. It's quite ironic," Deidara said through another fit of laughter. Sasori was clueless as to what he meant by that.

"Can you please leave me alone so I can finish the book?" Sasori asked. "I'm almost done."

Deidara had finally stopped laughing, "don't you want to see my new outfits, hm?"

"Not here in a library," Sasori snapped back, lifting his book back up.

"Oh, I see," Deidara said in a sensual voice. He curved his pointer finger over the edge of Sasori's book, pulling it down slowly, "so you'd like a more private showing, hm? Well, that can be arranged. When you finish you're book, I'll be home waiting for you." He winked and licked his lips. Sasori gulped and hid his face behind his book. When he looked up again, Deidara was already gone.