AN: The third and maybe the last installment to the BLUE-PINK HEAVEN SET. Hope you enjoy!

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We're half-way to our blue-pink heaven

"Save you compliments for someone who isn't thirsty Mr. Bartender" The woman beside him waved Genma off. Deidara discreetly took her image in.

She was perfect.

Unbelievable.

"You hurt my feelings, Ms. Beautiful" Genma faked a sob.

"Good then" The pinkette answered back then sipped her drink. Wait…when did that came? "Will you please stop staring at me?" Deidara came face to face with the greenest eyes he has ever seen. All these time, she had kept her head down buy now that she was looking straight at him, Deidara was lost.

"Mr. Bartender, I think your friend drank too much" She lightly chuckled at some kind of private joke she found funny.

"Nah, he's just mesmerized. Couldn't blame him though" Genma shrugged "You new here?"

"Yeah"

"Figures, it's the first time I've seen you here"

"It's not as if you can remember every face that enters this club"

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember someone with a face like yours though"

"Uh-uh"

Now, normally Deidara would've flared at them as they talked as if he wasn't there. Well, talk was a loose term since Genma was blatantly flirting with her but as the blonde took her whole image in he couldn't help but be caught in a trance. She looked so out of place in the club as much as though she was part of the scenery. The longer her stared at her, the more beautiful she became to him. A beauty that wasn't unrivaled but a beauty that doesn't make your stomach churn the longer you stare. Mellow.

He found her in the middle of the dance floor dancing alone. The beat went from fast to faster, it became louder and louder. Deidara approached her from behind and placed his large hands on her waist. He felt her tense slightly before relaxing and turning around to face him. A smile grazed her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck.

"And so you finally approach me. You done with the stare-at-space fest?" The small petite female in his arms jested. Deidara grinned his boyish grin and corrected her, "Actually, it was a stare-at-you fest, and I believe we're just starting"

The beat went faster and louder. The disco lights danced on the planes of their bodies as they swayed, grinded.

"So what's your name, un?" Deidara asked. Sakura laughed a bit at his question. The blonde raised an eyebrow, "What's so funny un?"

"It's just that you're probably one of the handful of guys I met that asked my name before they kissed me"

Deidara woke up alone. No signs of the pinkette from last night. She left nothing but her scent on his sheets, half-moon marks on his back and her image on his mind. With those in his arsenal, Deidara picked up his canvass, his palette and painted.

He painted her and her imperfections. Last night, he found a scar on her collarbone, a tattoo on her back and much, much more. She wasn't perfect and he stood corrected.

She was better.

She was real.

"Congratulations on the successful exhibit Kasagawa-san" A man in a crisp three-piece suit shook the hand of Deidara's professor.

"Thank you, Akitsuki-san, although, I must say the exhibit wouldn't have been as successful as it is if not for my student's last minute submission" Kasagawa explained as he gestured for Deidara –who was talking to some friends- to come over.

Akitsuki looked at Deidara as though he was sizing up the blonde. "You're the creator of 'Blue-Pink heaven', are you not? A fabulous work I must say, unique and simply wonderful" Akitsuki grabbed Deidara's hand and shook it, Deidara used his other hand to scratch the back of his head sheepishly, "Ah yes, un"

"Would you honor us an interview, then?"

"Who knew? You actually pulled it off!" Hidan's palm came in contact of Deidara's bacl as he laughed.

"Yeah, un thanks" Few days have already passed since the exhibit and it was Deidara's first night in the club since other night. Deidara's exposed cerulean eye roamed around the club, hoping to catch a glimpse of pink. A 'thunk' caught his attention and he turned to see Genma putting his favorite drink in front of him.

"I didn't—"

"It's in the house, man. A congratulations gift you can say." Genma interjected.

"Oh thanks, un" Deidara muttered and downed his drink. He looked down on his half-empty glass and sighed.

"For a guy who just got a big break you don't look so happy" A sarcastic voice said from behind Deidara. He didn't have to turn around to know that it was Sasori. The red head slid on the stool beside him. From Deidara's other side Hidan said, "Hey, how the fuck did you know we're here red?"

"I passed by your apartment to congratulate Deidara and pick up some stuff he borrowed from me but since you weren't there, I though you'd be here" Sasori explained.

"Thanks, un" Deidara said distracted by his search for his muse. He wanted to share his success with her after all if it wasn't for her he wouldn't have achieved what he had.

Sasori's eyebrow raised in Deidara's attitude and shrugged, "By the way, your apartment wasn't locked" he added.

"Hidan's fault" Deidara supplied, living with the male for 2 years already got him used to his antics.

Hidan sweat dropped, "You locked it Sasori, didn't you my man?"

"Yes" Sasori exasperatedly answered, "You two are so irresponsible—Deidara are you listening?"

"What? What?" Deidara snapped out of his trance and turned to his friend.

"I'd take that as a 'no' then. By the way, I saw another artwork in your room. Why didn't you pass that one?" Sasori asked.

The portrait was hidden under linen in Deidara's room and since he had looked for the blonde, he checked Deidara's room and saw it. And out of curiosity he looked at it.

It was beautiful. The red head didn't know which was he referring, the artwork or the model. The woman had pink hair, she was naked, her private parts somehow concealed by the mist. It was simple, elegant and it spoke volumes.

Deidara looked surprised for a minute but then he answered, "It's not mine"

It's hers.

And he has to give it to her.

Deidara nervously knocked on the wooden door. He was nervous and his palms were slightly sweating. It took him days worth of torture from Kakashi to get her address and name. The man basically grilled him fro his intentions. Apparently Genma had mentioned to his business partner about the girl which coincidentally turned out to be his cousin.

And he was one protective cousin.

The door opened slowly and he came face to face with his muse. With her hair in tangles a cup of coffee on her hand, she looked wonderful. Deidara grinned embarrassedly while she looked uneasy and reluctant.

"Hi I'm—"

She slammed the door to his face.

Hey, it was a start.

POST NOTES: Review yeah? Poor Deidara, he got a door slammed to his face. Aww, oh well.