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DEIDARA POV

I sat down at the breakfast table, eating two pieces of peanut butter toast as usual, watching the pale morning sky gradually get brighter as the day went on. It had been three days since dad and Akita had left for Sunagakure and the Days where beginning to blur together as the holidays continued.

I took another bite of toast; I missed Akita's cooking seeing that nobody currently in the house had any real culinary talent so we had been practically living off Toast, cereal and Microwave food for the last few days.

There were several heavy clunks coming slowly down the staircase until Sasori appeared at the bottom. He was wearing a black hoodie and red plaid pajama pants while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was still practically asleep. In the few months that I had known him one of the things that I found out was that he really wasn't good in the morning (and I always thought that I was bad in the morning)

"Hey" I said as he slowly stepped off the bottom step and onto the kitchen floor, but all I received back from him was a grunt and a few inaudible grumbles as he walked into the kitchen to make breakfast.

I heard draws opening and cupboard banging and soon enough Sasori reappeared with a bowl of Cereal and Coffee. I knew better not to talk to Sasori in the morning (If he was like this) before he had his coffee.

Sasori Just sat there across the table from me staring blankly into his cup of coffee. The Steam rose up from the top of the cup, It reminded me of two ballroom dancers, spinning and turning each other around until they disappeared against Sasori's face and the process began again.

I shrugged and took another bite of my breakfast but kept one eye on Sasori, he was a real zombie in the morning so he was interesting to observe because it was interesting to see Sasori like his usual Sharp, Alert self. For example a few weeks ago on a Sunday when he was eating toast he completely missed his mouth and smeared jam half way along the side of his face.

I watched carefully as Sasori slowly lifted the cup and drank half of the hot liquid then rested it back down onto the table. His looked up at me as if he had seen me for the first time this whole morning.

"So what time did you actually get to sleep last night?" I asked trying again to make communication with him.

"Around 4" he moaned taking another long sip of his drink.

Suddenly Kioni emerged from the kitchen in an angry fit "When is mum coming back from Suna, I haven't had a proper meal in 3 days!" she said angrily pausing at the table to look at me.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Sasori shift to the back of his Chair and stare intensely hard down at his cereal bowl.

"Well she isn't going to be back for a Few days un" I replied annoyed, she was such a brat.

She groaned and walked away, flopping down onto the couch and turned on the TV.

I turned back to Sasori "Why do you always get like that when someone mentions Suna? Was it really that bad?"

His eyes slowly widened and he shuffled uncomfortably in his chair "I have no clue what you're talking about brat" he hissed

"Man you must have been really wasted that night if you don't remember" I laughed "Don't you remember? You told me you couldn't swim because you came from Su-OWW" I yelled in pain as I felt Sasori Kick me in the leg under the table.

"You gotta swear not to tell anyone brat" he hissed, his eyes as sharp as knives "No Body knows, Nobody at the orphanage and none of my friends, Nobody"

Something in his words frightened me, like he wasn't telling me the whole truth. I never really guessed that it would be such a big deal to him, I guess that's why I questioned what he was telling me. There was something in the way he kept on staring that told me to back off, it was almost frightening the was his cold eyes didn't even blink as they waited for an answer.

I heard the sound of the garage door rumble up. Sasori's eyes broke away from mine out of curiosity and looked out towards the front door wondering what was happening.

My eyebrows creased together as I got up, abandoning my empty plate, and looked out the window to watch Akita's car roll slowly into the garage.

"Is that mum?" Kioni said eagerly pulling herself off the couch and walking over to my side. I heard the scrape of a kitchen chair behind me suggesting that Sasori had stood up as well.

I stood back as the sound of keys jiggling the lock echoed through the silent house and the door swung open.

My Father stood in the door, his face was cold and unsure. He was soon followed by Akita and 2 people I had seen at the hospital that day Sasori had been hospitalized. Finally there was an old woman clutching a small wooden photo frame like it was her source of life.

"What's going on un?" I asked, what the bloody hell was going on here.

But what happened next was what really shocked me.

Before my questioned was answered the old woman quickly crossed the room, faster then I expected for an old woman, and hugged Sasori without saying a word.

I stared at My Best friend who still had the random old woman attached to him. Seriously what was going on? He stood there frozen, pale faced as if he had just seen a ghost.