A/N: Sorry for the super short chapters. I'm not someone to write a 10 page chapter for a story. So this is, once again, for CaramelColoredDreams.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Thirty Minutes, by t.A.T.u.
Deidara sighed. The book he was reading captured next to none of his attention. His mind just couldn't focus on the story.
Of course, that might have something to do with the fact that he was checking his watch practically every two seconds.
He badly wanted Sasori to realize that they were meant to be, that they belonged together, that they were soulmates . . . he wanted Sasori to belong to him. But . . . what if being with Gaara made Sasori happier than being with Deidara?
The blonde shook his head, clearing those thoughts from his mind. He refused to dwell on the possibility that Sasori would choose the red-head . . . after all, if he did, that meant his death.
Meanwhile, Sasori sat in his classroom, contemplating what to do. He had arrived at the conclusion that the only reason that he left Deidara was because of fear; he was scared of getting his heart broken. Sasori decided that if he at least got to be with Deidara until the blonde tired of him, then the heartbreak would be worth it.
He stood up and walked to Gaara's seat, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of class while the teacher stared wide-eyed.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Sorry, again, for the shortness.