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So Help Me, Freud — Ch. 12
"When a love-relationship is at its height there is no room left for any interest in the environment; a pair of lovers are sufficient to themselves" — Sigmund Freud
"Goddamn it, Danna; what happened?"
Sasori shot a side-long glare at the blonde, who had his fingers laced behind his head. He looked disdainfully at the doctor's mess of a living room.
"What happened!?" the man growled angrily. "My front door was held shut by a brick!"
"You'd have preferred it stay open, hm?"
Sasori's eyebrow twitched. Things had returned to normal.
The man paused for a moment, but he eventually decided not to bother, turning and heading towards the kitchen.
"I'll give you a key when I get a new door." he called back. Deidara snickered from foyer.
"Aww, you're not inviting me to live with you?"
"Nope."
Deidara faux-pouted, and moments later, Sasori returned from the kitchen, holding a box of mochi. He callously swept off everything that cluttered the sofa and gestured for the teen to sit with him. The blonde complied, but was somewhat irked by the variety of papers that now laid at his feet. Sasori frowned.
"Don't look like that. Your room was ten times worse."
It was. Ōnoki had threatened to kick him out on more than one occasion for cleaning problems.
Deidara stuck out his lower lip.
"So? This is your house."
"Your point?"
"Your house is supposed to be clean, yeah!"
The redhead leaned back, taking a bite of mochi.
"Well," he said coolly. "My mind wasn't exactly on cleaning for these past few days."
A silence fell over the two, weighing them down like bricks until Sasori broke it with the offer of a rice cake.
"Mochi?" he asked casually. Deidara shook his head.
"All you eat is sweets, Danna."
The man shrugged, popping the piece in his mouth instead.
"More for me."
Deidara sat there silently, staring blankly at the television that he was pretty sure Sasori had never used.
"Danna?"
The man paused, his finger pushing more mochi into his mouth.
"Hm?"
"What do we do now?"
The doctor looked at the blonde, chewing his food. Swallowing the sweet, he leaned on his hands, cocking his head slightly to the side.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," he started, blowing his bangs to the side, "What do we do now? I like you. You like me. We're not going to go back to just being doctor and patient, are we? I mean, you tried ignoring your feelings, and you see just how well that worked out for us. I could have lost you forever!"
Sasori scoffed.
"Forgive me for being under the impression that you weren't gay."
The teen puffed up his cheeks in anger.
"Hey! I said that about Tobi, hn. That's completely different." he paused and then added, "Besides...I don't really know what I am yet."
"You like me."
"You're different!"
"I don't see why."
Deidara opened his mouth to retort, but Sasori swiftly closed it with his lips. In response, the teen sputtered against his lead, his face flushing to match the doctor's. The sputtering led to coughs, and it wasn't long before he outright pushed the man away.
"D-Danna!" he spat, trying to cover his cheeks. The man tilted his head and frowned, disappointed.
"No?" he asked.
And that was the point in which Deidara spazzed across the living room.
"Huh? No! I mean, yes! I mean —fuck, Danna, how do I fucking answer that? I-I-I was just surprised! I liked it! I just wasn't expecting —DAMN IT! KATSU!"
He stomped the ground and threw a book, breathing deeply as he stood in place, eyes closed. When he opened them again, he found that the red-haired man was crouching, shielding his face against flying shrapnel.
"Danna?" he said calmly.
Sasori peeked through one eye, sitting up once he found that there wasn't any danger in the vicinity. He looked around, confused.
"What the hell?" he said, mostly to himself. "No bomb?"
Deidara raised an eyebrow.
"Pff, of course not. You think I'd take explosives to a hospital? Maybe you are crazy."
The man's face returned to its usual stoic appearance. The teen had done worse.
"But wasn't that the word you detonate with?"
"Yeah, but it's also one of my rarer tics. It was kind of my catchphrase when I was younger. I stopped saying it as much as I used to, but it's still fun to say."
The teen offered a small grin, and the two got back on the couch.
"But really, Danna, what happens now?"
Sasori leaned back and put his feet on the coffee table.
"What do you want to happen?"
Deidara shot an irritated glance at the doctor and looked down.
"What do you think I want..."
The doctor tilted his head and ran a hand through the teen's golden hair. His dusty brown eyes were soft and warm, and a slight smile was tugging at his lips.
"I haven't a clue." he chuckled. Deidara huffed and crossed his arms, looking away. The redhead rolled his eyes, moving to sit upright.
"Alright, maybe I do have a clue."
The blonde nodded sassily, as if to say "MHMM."
"But," the redhead continued, "I want to do this right. I want to have a relationship that I can look back on forever, something that will still be perfect and beautiful when we're old—"
"Danna," Deidara interrupted. "Our feelings became known after you tried to kill yourself. It's not going to be perfect; it's too late for that."
This time, it was Sasori's turn to huff angrily. The teen chuckled as he watched the doctor's face flush.
"What's the matter, Da-n-na?" he teased, enunciating each syllable. The doctor took his head in his hand, groaning.
"I hate you, brat."
The blonde smirked.
"Really now?"
Sasori glared.
"Really. Have dinner with me sometime?"
"That a date, un?"
"You could say that."
"Dango?"
"If you're good."
"And if I'm not?"
Sasori narrowed his eyes, tapping the teen's forehead.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, brat."
The blonde just laughed, picking a piece of mochi out of the box and holding it up the the redhead's mouth. Raising an eyebrow, the doctor tentatively took a bite.
"You shouldn't be so grumpy, Danna."
"Whatever." he said grumpily. Deidara smiled.
Yes, everything was back to normal.
[Author's Note]
I'd like to credit Envyyyy for the first line of this chapter, as they used it in their review of Chapter 7. Reading past reviews actually helped to jump start my writing.
Well, this officially concludes this plot arc for SHM,F, but I'm going to just start the next arc now. I might just write a one billion page book about these two; I love them so much. So many feels for them.
Also, just so you guys know: "n" can be its own syllable in Japanese. "Da-n-na" is a correct syllabic breakdown.
Also, tip your hats to airplanes! They brought you this story AND this chapter!
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