Okay. Skipped 4 days. XD Haha.

I just came back from exams and Viva la Vida, people! It's SUMMER! OMGLOLWUT?!

Yeah. Summer. Meh. :D

Disclaimer : ...err...you know the drill.

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Day 5

I got your runaway smile, baby

Currently busying himself by reading Teen Vogue (Sasori gaped at the sight of Deidara even associating himself with a book, well, a magazine!) Deidara groaned. He found the articles boring and the models and all the other people in it ugly and disgusting. Thinking why people even bother to buy these kinds of books, he chucked it into the garbage bin.

He jumped to his feet, hair falling lightly on his back and ran a hand through it. He tilted his head, eyes now closed and tried to listen to whatever sound he could hear. Nothing. Sasori was off in his own little world – really, the redhead went to Collage and seeing as the school was merely a 15 minute drive, Sasori didn't feel as if he would board somewhere. He did not want to share a room with an idiot roommate. And now that the redhead thought about it, he isn't actually sharing a room with an idiot roommate; instead...he's sharing his whole house with an idiot roommate. Great.

Sasori was quite reluctant to leave Deidara in the house alone. The dangers to his great home, oh the dangers when Deidara was to be left alone. Take the telephone incident, for example, Sasori was merely in the next room and Deidara felt the need to toast their phone. Pure. Genius. Not.

But the blond had nothing to do now. Opening his eyes he crossed his arms. He walked out of his room and stepped on the marbled floor. It was cold on his bare feet and the blond was merely in his pyjamas. He didn't even pick his courses yet. Not that he cared about collage. Collage could go to hell with its annoying ideals and other crap. Deidara was not one for rules.

He flung himself on the couch and snagged the remote, flipping through the channels he stopped at a music one. Really. Why did Deidara even feel comfortable in Sasori's place? Well, why wouldn't he? It wasn't as if they had something going on between them – that time had long past.

Not that Deidara thought of it – his head buried in a pillow, the music flowing around the spacious living room – there really was no reason. But hey, at least they're good friends now. Or...Sasori wouldn't even have accepted him in his humble abode. "Hmm..." Deidara mused, it being muffled because of the pillow on his face.

There really was no cause of the misunderstanding. Deidara was busy with his own thing, wanted his own way, didn't want to be bounded but Sasori wanted him to stay and Deidara did not. So he decided to drop it all, Sasori was never one to pout and came out as brick hard and stone cold for a week or so, not even bothering to be bitter to the blond. Did it really hurt him, yeah? Deidara though, hand crossed beneath his head. Did he really hurt his very good friend, Sasori when he decided to "drop it all". Well, his exact words were, "Sasori, yeah. Listen. It's not like this isn't working or anything, yeah, but I don't want to be tied. Bounded. Whatever. I want to be like an explosion and blast off or something, yeah." Sasori merely nodded at his words.

But when he saw Sasori that day, for almost over a year of not setting eyes on the redhead (Sasori had moved to who knows where.) Deidara forgot about the things he had once said to him and had even thrown himself to Sasori, engulfing the shortie in a hug. Well, now, Deidara really is one to forget. But Sasori wasn't. No, Sasori won't forget what Blondie said. Rather, what Barbie said.

Well...Well...Things really were a bit shaky back then but the idea of "I'll close my eyes and I'll be at your side" kind of thing isn't working for him. He doesn't really even see Sasori like that anymore...well, at least that's what he's telling himself. The idea of a hurt Sasori, even just by his words, was something that pained the quite oblivious blond. Well, Deidara made a promise to himself : No matter what, I'll repay Sasori. And I won't even dare hurt him, yeah! Sounds like a genius plan, eh?

Well, coming from Deidara...yeah. Intellectual and Deidara don't much that well. But at least he made a pact with himself.

So when Sasori comes home from dinner, Deidara would do something so ingenious it would make the redhead's jaw drop!

...Or would piss him off. Either way, Deidara was going to do something.

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7:00 in the evening, Deidara checked the time. He looked at the door. Well, he really didn't do anything special. Just bought pizza and the like. He shrugged at the idea, he heard the lock of the door click open and sat casually on his chair, reading a book in front of the dry fireplace.

Sasori hung his coat on the rack and threw his bag on the floor as well as his books and looked at Deidara, quite fazed as to what the blond was doing. "What? You're actually reading a book, I see."

Deidara looked up and grinned at Sasori. "This is one of yours, yeah."

The redhead tilted his head as if to ask "which one?" because, really, Sasori had a mountain of books.

"The one with about an exiled prince who got mixed up with terrorists and was then granted a special power by this witch of destiny and now he fights alongside the "terrorists", yeah." Deidara said this quite rapidly. It was obvious he liked the book.

Sasori blinked and ended up chuckling. It was now Deidara's turn to look at Sasori. After a minute or two, Sasori was still going strong, until the redhead broke off into a full-out fit of laughter.

"Hey! What's so funny, yeah?!" Deidara demanded, closing the book.

The shorter boy leaned against the wall, laughing hard still. Sasori looked like a little kid. With his height and his looks, who wouldn't think he was 14? Or younger. Hey, Sasori looked like a 14 year old anyway even though he was quite older than that.

"And here I thought you were...r-r-reading something significant." Sasori said, steadying himself now, his face not filled with that comic relief.

Deidara glared and pouted, book now thrown on the table and hands crossed. "You're mean, Sasori, yeah."

Sasori's eyes were drawn to the floor at the sight of the quite sad looking Deidara. He coughed and straightened up now, dusting his collar. "No, I didn't mean it like that. Here, sorry." He apologized, smiling quite angelically. Deidara seemed to be quite lost, at his words and at the smile but returned it with a grin that could've blinded an already blind man.

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No chapter is a filler chapter! Okay. Maybe a few occasionally but these chapters are actually connected to the storyline (whatever it is, even I don't know where this thing is going) but yeah. This is a romance so I want it to go...slowly...Haha. XD

And the part with the exiled prince and stuff...well...that's Lelouch vi Britannia and the story is mroe or less Code Geass. CGR2, FTW! D

Okay. End of note. =D