:The Next Day:
Whatever damage Sasori had caused by going haywire on Deidara the other night seemed to have been repaired the day before, ironically, in a fit of horrible rage. Never had he felt so intensely angry. It was the kind of rage that filled in every surface of one's being—almost like a demonic possession—and it demanded total cooperation, otherwise one could begin getting delusional out of rage. "Sasori, can we leave today, un?" Deidara asked impatiently from his cot. "Well," Sasori said thoughtfully. Deidara looked at him with much anticipation. "No. You aren't completely healed yet, and you need to be at the top of your condition for this job…that means no injuries and or other medical maladies, no sex, no drinking, and no drugs." Deidara pulled a strange face that even Sasori could not recognize the meaning of. "You have got to be shitting me, un!" "Yeah, just a lot...why? You…like sex?" "No…I just like to go through life half-hallucinating, un! It makes the explosions wilder, the parties better, and plus you get to be sick for a day after, yeah!" Sasori smirked. "Just do me a favor and don't let this get to be an every day thing…I like you sober." And then the strangest thought crossed his mind: What if Deidara were under the influence? What if he were interested in…Sasori pushed the thought forcefully out of his mind. All it could possibly be to cause thoughts like this were the seventeen-year-old hormones that constantly surged through him…somehow. "Uhm…" his voice cracked, and Deidara cocked his head to the side in a worried sort of fashion. "I…I have to go…I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going to shower…" He turned and jogged to the nearest shower room. These were always nice…soundproof, with the stone and everything and thick wooden doors…Sasori put one of his socks on the door to indicate that someone was occupying this particular shower room, and he closed and locked the door. As he undressed himself, he sighed in relief. He had definitely come close to thinking it…too close. But now he was alone…he could direct his thoughts how he wanted…and still, as he felt the water cascading over him; as he shook his sopping hair out of his eyes; his only thoughts were of Deidara.
Mere moments later, Sasori was leaning into the side of the shower, forehead contacting the smooth granite as he stared between his feet, knees slightly shaking. He closed his eyes, panting, and reflected on what he had just done, with nothing but the sound of the water to soothe him. It had been so long since he had felt a drive like that…but what had compelled him to feel this way? Was it Deidara, or just the prospect of sex? Confusion gripped Sasori as if his brain was caught in a vice, and he grimaced. One thing was for certain: "Being a virgin fucking sucks…" Finally, he shut off the water, dried himself off, and put his clothes back on. He figured his hair was good enough, so he didn't do anything else but shake his head to try and dry it a little more (this effort was quite in vain), and he went back to his and Deidara's little cavern, where Deidara was still sitting on his cot. As he entered the room, the boy looked up. "Are you okay, un?" "Yeah," Sasori replied breathlessly. "I'm just fine. Why?" "You look a little shaken up, yeah," Deidara commented. "Well, you know," Sasori tried to think of a lie quick, but for some reason found himself right in the middle of a royal brain fart. All he could say after was, "I mean…you know?" Deidara cocked an eyebrow, looking very confused, and nodded skeptically. "I'm fine, Deidara…" He sat next to him, and put his head in his hands, thinking very intently about nothing. "Are you sure you don't need to sleep, un? I usually sleep better after a hot shower, yeah…" Sasori uttered a little squeak as more dirty thoughts slipped into his skull. This shouldn't be happening…not now…not ever. Sasori always thought he knew himself quite well, but after this strange turn of events, he wasn't so sure anymore. Now more than ever before he was feeling so many different things. He got up and began to slam his forehead against the wall. He knew splinters were flying everywhere. That didn't matter. "Danna!" Deidara sprang up from the cot and pulled Sasori away from the wall. Instantly, his forehead began pulling itself seamlessly back together, and Deidara turned him around. "You need to sleep, un," he said firmly. "Just go to sleep for a few hours, Danna…please?" Sasori could hardly register what Deidara was saying. All he could feel right now were the boy's thin hands on his shoulders; how the sensation created a weird burning feeling. "Will you sleep with me?" he blurted. "What?" Deidara was clearly in shock, and Sasori shook his head. "NOT what I meant," he mumbled. "I meant, will you be sleeping, too?" Deidara shrugged. "Have a couple of knockout pills?" Sasori nodded, and as Deidara released him, he felt all the feeling go away again. Like how it was supposed to be. Relief washed over him. "Technically not pills," Sasori murmured, looking in a box under his cot. "But two drops of this will have you out in five minutes…lasts about three hours…" "Cool…" Deidara took the dosage and went to lie down, and Sasori replaced everything and laid down, too. Sleep would be good for him now. It would help get rid of this weird delirium that seemed to be strangling him from the soul outward.
