A/N: So, this is like, immensely short, but it's sorta important. Sorta. Kinda. Maybe. Possibly.
CaramelColoredDreams, thank you for splashing water on my face, so to speak. I needed that boost. O_O
Disclaimer: Chazz says that I don't own Naruto or 30 Minutes, by t.A.T.u. She is also right.
Sasori walked to class, Gaara attached to his arm, almost blending in with the elder due to both of them having the same pale skin and the same shock of blood-red hair.
Sasori's forehead creased, his thoughts returning to Deidara. He was so sure that he was in love with the blonde . . . so why did he leave him? Was he . . . scared of his feelings? But then, why did he run to Gaara's embrace, forcing the other redhead to leave his partner? Because he knew that he would never love him as much as he would the blonde?
He shook his head, attempting to clear it, but not quite succeeding. The message that was written on the floor under his bag, 'Thirty minutes, make a choice', was imprinted into his mind. He knew that Deidara wrote it, easily recognizing the messy handwriting, but he didn't completely understand it. Was he telling him to choose between him or Gaara? And what exactly would happen in thirty minutes?
Gaara glanced at Sasori, studying his appearance. He looked deep in thought, so the younger of the two unattached himself from the elder's arm and strode quickly to a water fountain. He pressed the button, but instead of drinking the cool liquid, he cupped some in his hand and splashed it on his face. He was doubting having accepted Sasori's request of a relationship, realizing that his heart was with Lee. Why did he accept in the first place? Because he was scared of getting hurt by all of the love he held for Lee?
Meanwhile, Deidara sat in class, reading a book. His watch read thirteen more minutes.
A/N: So, it kinda just explains why Sasori did what he did . . . gah. Entertain yourself with the unread drabbles I keep posting for no reason at all. T_T
Hope you enjoyed. Heh.