Compulsive Notes

Usually I would only say 'Notes' when something bad was gonna happen, but nothing bad is gonna happen, this isn't a sad chapter. More of a chapter to expand on Dei's ways. It's also kind of short, I think? It took forever to write because I got grounded, then distracted...but anyways, I plan on writing another lemon soon :3 Enjoy!


There was something about Sasori holding me that made time stop. Something that woke up in my brain when he pressed his welcoming body against mine, something that electrified me with his magical touch. Every inch of me sang with pleasure as he wrapped his arms around me. As cliché as it sounds, though we had just met yesterday, it felt like a life time had passed. For once I was proud to say I was in someone's arms, someone I actually cared about. For once I didn't believe I was going to wake up alone.

I felt his hand trace every plate in my well defined spine, before going up through my hair. I leaned into his neck and breathed softly.

"What do you mean 'A past of deception?'" I nuzzled softly against his neck, and considered how I would put a life time of sleeping around into a few words.

"Maybe we should go out to breakfast...I'll tell you there." I heard a small chuckle escape his mouth. I loosened my grip and looked him in the eye. "What?"

"Perhaps you should put some sort of clothing on first?" He said, still chuckling quietly to himself. I looked down at my fully exposed body. We had been in here for a few minutes now, and he at least had some boxers on. I on the other hand, was completely naked, still.

"Yeah..." I said, letting go completely. He turned to leave, and I followed after him. I walked into the room and sat on his bed. He tossed me a pair of jeans, a pair of boxers, and an odd graphic tee shirt. It had a scribble going up the side in purple, but it was an off white looking color. I asked no questions just slipped into the clothes quietly.

After he had put clothes on as well, we hopped into his car. About five minutes into the ride, my cell phone went off, and I pulled it out of the jean pocket to see who it was. It was Kisame.

"Yeah thanks for picking me up yesterday, after dropping me off in a city I knew nothing about. Ass." I spat.

"Dei-kun! I'm sorry! Itachi flew off the handle bars when he found Mr. Muffles' hair balls covered in blood! I was dragged by him and his stupid cat to the vet. Of course Itachi didn't want to leave until the emergency operation was over! I was stuck there until eight-o-clock at night! For a fucking cat!" In the background I could hear Itachi yelling about how 'Kisame never cared for anyone but himself.' Needless to say, Kisame apologized to both of us and said he'd call me back later when Itachi wasn't being a 'Name calling bitch'.

"That the friend who was suppose to come and get you yesterday?" I nodded, placing my chin in my hand, my elbow now on the arm rest next to the window. "But aren't you glad he didn't pick you up?" I looked over at him, from the corner of my eye, biting my lip and hiding a smile.

"Perhaps." He smiled as we pulled up to a red light.

"Kisame hasn't been reliable since he hooked up with that Itachi. I mean, they're cute together, and make each other happy, and I guess that's all that matters, but when it comes down to it they argue like cats and dogs. They usually work it out in the end, but someone else always gets affected by their arguments, one time they even put an old lady in the..." Hearing nothing but honking, I looked over at him, then the green light, then the person flipping him off as they drove by. "Sasori! Green light!"

"Oh!" He suddenly realized what was going on and hit the gad peddle.

"Were you even paying attention?" I asked, my palms turned up, and a confused look on my face.

"No..." He paused, and just as I was about to say something to him he started up again. "But have you ever seen you self begging to fu-" I slapped my hand over his mouth.

"As a matter-of-fact Danna, I have. It was rather embarrassing. Is that what you were distracted by?" He nodded, still smiling. We pulled up to the restaurant at that time.

As we were getting out of the car, he looked over at me.

"I just can't stop thinking about the cute little sounds you made as I was sucking your-"

"Okay thanks, Sasori! We're in public!" I yelled, almost laughing nervously. He grabbed my hand, and his smile grew. I assumed it was when he saw my bright red face.

Just as we sat down, a younger man came up.

"Sasori-san! It's so good to see you again! Do you mind if I join you and your while I wait for my friend?" He nodded and scooted over. The man out reached his hand in my direction and I shook it. Something didn't feel right about him.

"Hi, I'm Tobi! Me and Sasori-san went to high school together." He smiled, though it was crooked.

"This is Deidara, Tobi." He said motioning to me. Tobi turned to look at Sasori with the same freaky grin.

"Wow, Sasori-san! I've never seen you smile before!" Tobi said, turning back around and looking past the booth. I smiled at the comment, and he scooted out. "Well, there's my friend, we should catch up sometime!" He joyfully said before pulling out his wallet and a card.

After he left, the waiter came. After she left Sasori, grabbed my hand, and began to rub it with his thumb.

"So, as I recall, you were going to tell me about your past." I took a deep breath, and set my other arm on the table.

"Will you tell me about yours...and...that thing?" I asked, pointing in the direction that Tobi had left toward. He nodded. "Well...I was an orphan. I'm not sure what happened to my mom, or my dad. I don't remember either of them. Actually, I don't remember anything before the age of ten. All I remember was the incessant teasing."

"What did they tease you about?"

"I've always been rather androgynous. As a child, looking back, I did look a lot like a little girl. Children on the play ground could be so cruel. Middle school kids got worst. That's why in high school, I was determined to prove to all people who had ever called me a girl that I was masculine. I went through girls like candy, and thought that things were fine. When I finally tried to sleep with a girl something felt wrong. Like I didn't belong in that place. I felt like a missing puzzle piece."

"I understand that feeling."

"Yeah...she was absolutely beautiful too, top of the line. Barbie would be jealous. But I couldn't find myself wanting her in a sexual way. Or any romantic way at all. I wanted to be her brother...maybe just her friend. That's when I found myself attracted to a different person. And I found it odd because when I actually talked to him, all I wanted to do was get in his pants...and I did...many times. But I got bored with him, and moved on."

"And then...?" He asked, leaning in slightly.

"I think I slept with every gay, bi, bi curious, and even a few 'straight' guys, at least twice. I got around, and it didn't even take a year."

"Wow, have you been tested for STDs?" I laughed,

"Oh I used protection every time. Even so, I got checked up on monthly. I was a whore, but I wasn't stupid. After I'd slept around the school I was constantly bored. And because I knew nothing but sex, I'd do anything to pleasure myself or anyone around me. It got to a point when I would even give hand jobs in the bathroom. But after a one night stand and a cigarette, he asked me what it was like being the school whore. It hit me, that all I truly was to anyone was the school whore." As I finished that sentence the lady came back with our food, and we began to eat.

"What did you do?"

"He told me if I wanted to change, he could introduce me to a whole new type of high, making bombs."

"Making bombs?" Sasori asked, choking on a pancake.

"Yup. All sorts of bombs, I didn't understand what it was about the intricate little designs, or the designs, or maybe it was the good money...whatever it was, I was hooked, and loved every minute of it. I could spend hours working on a bomb, and never get tired of the thing. One day I almost blew myself up, and ended up in the hospital." I lifted up the long hair that covered up my eye to show a thin scar paralleling the bottom of my eyebrow.

"Wow...it's so thin...what happened?" He pressed his hand on my face, and pulled it away.

"When I was working on a really small bomb, I cut the wrong cord, and it popped. I have scars on my hands too." I flipped my palms over to show him.

"They look like small mouths, so does the scar you have on your chest."

"I thought you'd notice that...but like I was saying, I told Kisame about all this and he sent me to a therapist. The therapist said I had a fear of being judged, and needed to over come it in a way that built character, stayed true to my artistic roots, and showed me in a way I loved to be seen in. Kisame took that a bit to literally. Which is how I ended up here." I said, taking a bite, then smiling.

"I guess I owe you a story now, don't I...?" I nodded, and took another bite.

"I don't want to hear it here though. Nor in the car."

"What, why?" He asked, monotone once again.

"Your not like the others, who I just wanted to forget...I want to make memories with you, and a memory has already been made here..." He nodded and took the last bite of his toast.

"Shall we move on then?" I felt my phone vibrate, and lifted up one slinky finger before un-pocketing the small device. It was Kisame again.

"That didn't take forever at all. I need my car back. I'm also locked out of my house, so hop on it, I'll meet you at my place in an hour, if your late I'll blow your house up. Goodbye." Before he could even reject the idea, I flipped the phone shut.

"Well that was straight forward."

"He knows better then to mess with me."

"Oh, Deidara, how easy it will be to fall in love with your mannerisms."


What an odd hobby, making bombs? haha " I was a whore, but I wasn't stupid." Do you see how I made the mouth adaptions, no one in real life has mouths on their hands. As fun as that would make your sex life....