Chapter 3:

It was the middle of the night that Deidara suddenly found himself awake. He sat up abruptly and proceeded to scan his surroundings. Everything was in order, his clay bag and bird still sitting on his desk, suitcase still unpacked and leaning against the dresser, and, finally, his roommate, Sasori, was fast asleep in his own bed, back turned to the blonde so he couldn't see his face. The clock read 1:57 and the full moon was casting a blue glow across their room.

He knitted his brows together, wondering what had woken him up.

A tiny moan resounded in his ears.

Was that what woke me up? he thought, trying to pinpoint exactly where the sound was coming from.

Another moan surfaced, this one louder and with more force. It still sounded too distant for Deidara to figure out where it was, but he knew if the sounds continued, he would be forced to blow up whoever was creating the noise.

They were interrupting the clay artist's sleep, after all.

As another moan sounded, the blonde became fed up with everything and grabbed his pillow, chucking it at the redhead, who quickly sat up in his bed, turning his disheveled frame at Deidara. "What the fuck do you want, brat?! I'm trying to sleep!"

"Sssh, you dumbass, un, do you hear that?" he glared his blue orbs at Sasori. Sasori listened carefully, but no sound appeared. He sighed, amber eyes enflamed with annoyance. "You must be hearing things, because I hear noth-"

A groan suddenly appeared, followed by multiple moans and soft pants. This was eventually accompanied by soft thuds. Realization suddenly dawned on Deidara as he realized what was going on.

Someone was having sex.

And by the sounds of it, it was pretty rough sex.

The realization must've hit Sasori, too, for he looked down at the floor and chuckled slightly. "Seems like someone is having a good time."

"This is ridiculous," Deidara whined, clenching his hand into a fist and slamming it against the wall three times, knowing it was the room right next to his bed that the sounds were coming from. "Hey, shut the hell up, people are trying to sleep over here!"

"They don't give two shits what anyone thinks right now," Sasori explained, "if they're having sex…the sounds they hear are from themselves."

"Oh and I'm sure you have experience in that field," the blonde said sarcastically, cringing slightly when the moans turned into actual name-calling, followed by loud bursts of pants.

"N-Naruto…mm."

"S-Sasuke…"

Deidara widened his eyes. The two people who were having sex…were Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha…the two from his high school.

"Yeah, I actually do have experience and I-"

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, IT'S TWO GUYS!" The clay artist interrupted the puppeteer, trying to calm the disgust that was seething through his veins. "What the-? How the-?"

"You have a problem with gay people?" that question silenced Deidara enough to train his eyes on his roommate, who was slightly glaring at the former. He swallowed the lump in his throat, averting his gaze to his hands. "No…I don't, I just…it just kind of shocked me, is all. I'm not homophobic or anything, it's just kind of surprising."

"There is something you need to understand right now, brat," he heard the redhead say, "giving pleasure to someone shouldn't matter in terms of what sex you are. You enjoy it either way."

The thumps continued to get louder and faster, the two boys calling each other's names more raggedly. Deidara couldn't help but blush at the sounds. The fact that it was two guys wasn't the issue; it was more that he was still a virgin and hearing everything first hand was something very new to him.

But he wasn't about to admit his inexperience to Sasori, who even just said he had had sex before.

"Well, I'm going back to bed," his roommate said, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up to see the redhead turning back over and laying his head on his pillow. "Good luck with trying to sleep, brat."

"Fuck off, un," but Sasori was right. Even when he wrapped the pillow around his head to cover his ears, the moans and thumps continued to reverberate against his eardrums.

This was definitely the most awkward moment in all of Deidara's life.

A few days later and the start of the school had finally come. Not having anything to do had slowly started to drive Deidara insane, wanting nothing more than to just start classes.

His first class of the day was Art, which was slightly boring due to the fact that he was already an expert in sculpting, but he wasn't about to argue about having easy classes for once in his life.

He got up and changed quickly, putting his long blonde hair into his usual half ponytail, and grabbed his bag full of clay and shoulder bag and headed out the door, leaving Sasori still snoring softly in their room.

His class didn't start until 10:00, but he wanted to get breakfast beforehand, so he made his way to one of the cafes on campus. Other students were making their way inside, some dressed in nothing but lounge clothes, and others dressed as if they were going to an important meeting later on.

Once inside, Deidara scanned the café for what he was looking for; a pastry shop. The giant sign with curlicue writing saying La Patisserie on it, chocolate and strawberry scones topping an entire 4-level tier, French macaroons placed in color-coordinated rows, and cookies of all flavors were showcased in the very front of the store, and the clay artist looked at every single delicacy with a hungry smile.

He walked in and headed for the register, the girl behind the counter putting her long blonde hair up into a high ponytail. She smiled sweetly at the blonde, pale blue eyes wide. "Good morning and welcome to the La Pat! Our breakfast special is our vegetarian bagel."

"Vegetarian bagel, un?" Deidara questioned, raising a brow.

"It's more of like a breakfast bagel. It has egg whites, tomatoes, lettuce, and shredded cheese, all topped with chipotle sauce between two toasted handmade bagels," the girl explained. "It's my favorite dish, here, honestly."

"Hmm…then I'll try that, un," he handed her his student meal card, which she swiped and gave back, along with the receipt. He sat down while he waited, fiddling with his thumbs. The event that happened at the Activity Day suddenly began replaying in his mind. The way Sasori had stolen his spotlight, with his stupid puppets and poison, the way he had just smirked at him while pulling the red cloud dotted black cloak over his head, and the way he had felt walking away feeling epically defeated, made Deidara nearly sick with rage. No one defied his art, his prowess, the thing that made him who he was.

However, that damn puppeteer thought it would be cool to throw his ego under the bus and rise to the top.

Ha, Deidara thought, smirking slightly, prove myself, eh Sasori? I think that's just what I'll do.