I do not own anything. This story contains mentions of domestic abuse and man whoriness (if you couldn't tell by the title). You have been warned. I hope you enjoy this story!
A generic private high school. A school for those who are rich, and those who are smart enough to get a scholarship. Students are quietly sitting in their seats; it's the last class of the day. Then, they are free to do whatever it is they choose. But not for another half hour or so.
Zoom in on a classroom. They've just gotten back a test. The teacher has allowed them time to talk, and the students are utilising this freedom to discuss their scores. In the far left corner of the room, a red head and a blonde sit side his side, scrutinising their results.
The red head wears designer clothing, tightly fitting his muscular body. Occasionally the other students longingly glance at him. He is obviously considered extremely attractive.
Next to him, the blonde wears baggy second-hand clothes. He is a scholarship student, and when viewed from afar he could possibly be mistaken for a girl.
They are friends, unusual as it is for an upper class citizen to associate with one from the lower classes.
They are just friends, yet the red head has his arm around the blonde's shoulders. This is perceived as normal behaviour. The arm slides lower, and the red head is slapped. He laughs, returning his arm to its previous position as his friend glares at him.
"So brat, what did you get?"
"94. You?"
"98. Heh, beat you."
"That's not what it's about, un. It's about doing your best."
"Whatever. Hey, since I got a better score than you, you gotta do something for me."
"Fine. But say sex or a date or any of that shit and I will kill you, un. Extremely painfully."
"Aw, now I have to think of something new! Just kidding, I knew you'd say that. I know you so well."
The red head grins, and Deidara looks away. Sasori does not know a lot about him.
"Hm... I want you to call me Danna for the rest of your life!"
"What the hell?"
"Hey, it's not 'sex or a date or any of that shit', so you can't say no. Am I right, or am I right?"
The blonde sticks his tongue out in disgust, glaring at his test.
"Come on, say it!"
"Sasori no Danna."
"Ha! You just called me Master!"
"So?"
"That means I am the superior artist and you are wrong. Art is eternal."
"Just because I have to call you Danna doesn't mean I submit to your views. Art is fleeting, un."
"Eternal."
"Fleeting."
"Eternal."
"Fleeting!"
"Eternal!"
"Whatever."
"Hm? Hey brat, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, un."
"You never submit that easily. Something's up."
"My dad's expecting nothing less than a 95, un; he's going to be so disappointed in me."
"But you got a 94! Chillax, it's not as bad as you think it is!"
Oh, but it is. If only he knew...
"Hey, you should come over to my house, let me help you unwind."
"Hell no."
"Aw, am I really that unattractive to you?"
"I've told you before, man whore ain't my type."
"I am not a man whore!"
"You fuck a different person every night! Honestly, how the hell do you not have AIDS?"
"I use a condom, duh! I ain't gonna risk getting some bitch pregnant and ending up having to look after some kid. Unless it's your kid."
"Are you implying something here?"
"Just that you look a lot like a girl."
"I'm male, un!"
"Prove it then."
Deidara slaps his friend, who merely laughs as a red hand print appears on his face. This is clearly a regular occurrence.
"Ouch. You hurt me Dei, you really do."
"Yeah right."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Actually, I did, but just to refresh your memory: No, I will not come to your house to 'unwind''. My dad wants me to come straight home today."
"You seriously take the whole respecting your elders shit too far. I mean, you're always like my dad this and my dad that, loosen up!"
"No thanks, I've got a pretty good idea of your definition of loosen up and I'm not interested, un. And, just because I do what my dad says doesn't mean I respect my elders! I don't respect you."
"Are you calling me old?"
"Yeah, with your view on art, you've got to be an old geezer!"
"Hey!"
"What's wrong, Sasori no Danna?"
"I am not old."
"You so are."
"Whatever. You're just trying to convince yourself that I'm old because that way you actually have an excuse to reject me."
"I already have an excuse, un. I'm not interested. End of story."
"You'll come around eventually; no one can resist my sexiness."
"What sexiness? I just see an old man, un."
Sasori pouts, and he laughs at the red heads face.
"I was just kidding! You're the sexiest kid in the school."
"Naw, that would be you."
"Shut up!"
"You know what I don't get?"
"Hm?"
"You still hang out with me. Most people feel threatened by my awesomeness and avoid associating with me for long periods of time. So why do you not seem to mind?"
"I'm here on scholarship, remember? I don't have any 'awesomeness' for you to threaten. Besides, you made me be friends with you, so it's your fault."
"Yeah, well. You better not leave me."
"What do you mean?"
"I know I can be an asshole, and sometimes I'm the most annoying person on the earth, and I'm always trying to get into your pants, and I know this is real selfish but I don't want you to ever leave me."
"So you do have feelings!"
"You know what, forget everything I just said. It was stupid."
Sasori turns to leave, but Deidara grabs his arm, stopping him.
"I promise that I'll always be your friend, un."
They smile at each other, then, as usual, Sasori ruins the moment.
"What about boyfriend?"
Slap.
Sasori laughs as Deidara pointedly looks away, a blush evident on his face and an unnoticed smile dancing around his lips.
"What did you get?"
"A-A 94, un."
The glass in his father's hand shatters, and he winces at the noise, keeping his gaze on the floor.
"A 94? A 94? I told you to get at least 95!"
"I'm sorry father."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, you pathetic little slut!"
A loud crack, a sharp pain. Then another crack, another pain. He cries out, but the whipping doesn't stop. A crack, a pain, and now his father abandons the whip in favour of his fists. A blow, a pain. It makes no difference to him. Pain is pain, and that's all he can feel right now.
The clock on the wall says it has been three hours. Not that it matters. He hurts, the blood is running, and he can't see out of his left eye. Time is no longer important. All that matters now is the pain. The only constant in life, pain is the only thing he's always had, the only stability. Does that make it art according to Sasori? No, Sasori is one of the rich kids. He has experienced pain, but not to this extent. Never to this extent...
Last class of Friday. Realising the students will not listen, their teacher has brought them to the library. Again, the red head and the blonde sit next to each other, in an empty area of the library. It is a dark corner, right next to the door. Sasori is seated within the single chair, while Deidara perches on the table behind him. At the moment, the promiscuous boy is turned to face his friend.
"Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"Not all of us can look as good as you, un."
"True, but you look worse than normal. And you were limping earlier."
"I fell down the stairs this morning."
"You seem to do that a lot."
"What can I say, I've got dangerous stairs in my house, un."
Sasori shrugs, and he lets out a sigh of relief that his friend has given up. Like most victims of domestic abuse, he is afraid to speak up. Afraid to be found. His father has convinced him that the beatings are his fault, that people will hurt him even worse than his father if he tells them. He lives in fear of death, yet at the same time he desires it. Suddenly, while he isn't paying attention, Sasori turns back around in his seat and pulls the hair out of his face before he can stop him. He quickly yanks the hand away, but it is too late. His friend has already seen the broken eye that lies hidden underneath.
"What the hell? Deidara?"
"It's nothing."
"There's a fucking scar through your eye, I don't think that's nothing!"
"It got cut open when I fell down the stairs."
"And you didn't go to the doctors? I know you don't have much money, but I know you have enough money to get it looked at by a doctor, and a doctor would not let that get infected."
He desperately racks his brain, trying to come up with a better, more valid excuse.
"Deidara. What really happened?"
"I told you, I fell down the stairs, un."
"You've never actually fallen down the stairs, have you?"
He falls silent, refusing to look at Sasori. A sigh, then he is pulled into the red head's lap.
"What the hell? Let me go!"
"Nope. You are staying here until you tell me what's going on."
"This is sexual harassment!"
"Mm-hm. But, it's for your own good."
"How is molesting me supposed to help any!"
"Keeps any would-be rapists away."
"You're a rapist!"
"No, they always want it. And I don't fuck the unwilling, otherwise I'd have taken you home and locked you up a long time ago."
"Let me go, please!"
"Not until you tell me what's going on." "Never!"
"Then you're staying here with me."
"No, I have to go home!"
"I won't let you."
"But-But-"
"But what?"
"Please let me go. Please."
"Once you tell me who did that to you."
"No one, let me go!"
"Nope."
Sasori's grip tightens, and Deidara quietly whines as he presses against sensitive bruises. The other boy automatically loosens his hold.
"Brat?"
"It hurts, just please let me go!"
He is sobbing in frustration by now, and makes no move to stop the red head as he gingerly pulls up his shirt to reveal the whip wounds and bruises, covering scars from past beatings.
"Shit, Deidara. Who did this to you?"
Deidara just cries harder, burying his face in his hands in an attempt to stifle the tears. Sasori turns the blonde round so they were facing each other, then pulls him close again, attempting to comfort him.
"I'm sorry."
He doesn't answer, can't answer for all the tears. Sasori doesn't move, doesn't let him move, just keeps the both of them there until Deidara calms down again.
"Feel better now?"
"Y-Yeah. Thanks, un."
"So who did this to you?"
He stays quiet, too scared to talk. Maybe if he wishes hard enough, Sasori will forget all about this.
"It's your dad, isn't it?"
A choked gasp escapes him, and he feels Sasori tense up. He knows now. Not good, not good at all.
"It is. That bastard, I'll make him pay for hurting you!"
"Y-You can't!"
"Why not?"
"If he finds out you know, he'll kill me! Please, you can't tell anyone!"
"Deidara..."
"Please!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't let him hurt you like this."
"It's not that bad, I've had worse, just please don't tell anyone, I'll be fine!"
"No, you won't be fine! He's hurting you, that's not right! I'm going to call the police."
"You can't, you can't!"
"I can't let him hurt you!"
"But it's either him or my mum! At least here I get to see you!"
"Your mum beats you too?"
"Used to before she left, please don't tell anyone!"
"Where does she live?"
"Real far away, if you call the police they'll send me to her and I'll never get to see you again!"
"Damnit Deidara! What am I supposed to do?"
"Just forget about it, it's not that bad. I can handle it, un!"
"No, you can't and you won't."
"There's nothing you can do!"
"There is one thing..."
"Un?"
"Kidnap you."
"No! I don't want to be a burden to you!"
"You're not a burden, you could never be a burden, I love you."
"D-Do you really mean that?"
"If I didn't I wouldn't have kept molesting you after you turned me down the tenth time."
"You counted how many times I turned you down?"
"Yup. If you say no now, that'll make it one hundred and seventy-nine rejections."
"Leave it at a hundred seventy-eight, un."
Deidara hides his face in Sasori's shirt as he waits for the redhead to figure out what he means. A few seconds later, the arms around him tighten to an almost painful but still comfortable extent, and he smiles to himself.
"You're mine now."
"I don't belong to anyone."
"I'm kidnapping you though, that makes you mine."
"Is it kidnap if I'm willing?"
"No idea, and I don't really care. I have you and that's all that matters."
"Does that mean you'll stop being a man whore?"
"Deidara, Deidara. You are so oblivious sometimes."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I stopped being a man whore when I realised I loved you, three months ago."
"You've gone three months without sex? Wow, I'm impressed. I was starting to get the suspicion that you were a sex demon."
"I am. Just now I'm only a sex demon for you."
"Is that Sasori no Danna talk for 'I'm going to rape you'?"
"It's not rape if you're willing."
"I'm scared now."
"You don't have to be scared of me."
"I'm not scared of you, I'm scared because of you. I fear for my virginity."
"You're a virgin? How cute!"
"Shut up, un!"
"Never!"
They sit together in silence for a while, not moving. The bell for the end of school rings, and kids rush past their seat in a race out of the library, barely sparing the boys a second glance. After all, it is normal to see those two together like that.
Sasori has always been very physical in his affection, and Deidara has never minded his touches, as long as he doesn't go too far. They act more like a couple than some actual couples at the school, that's how it's always been.
"Um, excuse me?"
Sasori shifts to face the newcomer, a girl with pink hair, while Deidara keeps his face hidden in the red heads chest, content to pretend he's asleep and listen to their conversation.
"What is it?"
"Well, I was hoping you could tutor me in Chemistry, we could meet at my house?"
Sakura Haruno is a science nerd, she doesn't need tutoring in Chemistry the school subject. However, in non-school chemistry, that's a different matter. Not to say she was bad at attractional issues, quite the opposite in fact, but when the matter in study is sex, there is only one Master, and at this school, that's Sasori.
"I can't, I'm busy."
"With what?"
"None of your business."
"But Sasori!"
"Making faces isn't going to change my mind."
"Why not?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"I'm smart, I totally would!"
"Just go away already. I said no, I'm not going to change my mind, so just give up already, you're annoying!"
"Dude, I'm the sexiest girl in the school, and you're the sexiest guy. We're like, soul mates, we're meant to be."
Sasori ignores her, shaking Deidara's shoulder lightly.
"Come on Dei, we should leave now."
"Okay."
He slides off of Sasori's lap and limps over to the door. Upon seeing his limp, realisation rises in Sakura's eyes, and she opens her mouth to comment. However both boys have already left.
"You do realise she'll tell the whole school, right?"
"Don't care, un."
"They're gonna think I took your virginity."
"Well you were planning on doing that anyway, weren't you?"
"I thought you didn't want me to."
"You were actually going to listen?"
"I told you, I don't rape people, I only fuck them if they're willing."
"For a man whore you're real honourable."
"For a domestic abuse victim you're real feisty."
"We really suck at following stereotypes, un."
"So?"
"Whoever invented them must really hate us right now."
"Sucks for them, I don't give a shit about their opinion. They're stupid anyways, just like all the bastards at this place. They would be doing everyone a favour if they just died."
"You don't really like a lot of people, do you, un?"
"Nope, just you!"
"I'd call you crazy but I'm the exact same."
"Then we're both crazy, and who gives a fuck? We've got each other, and you're all I need."
"What about food, and air, and water?"
"You know what I mean!"
"Yup, cause you're the only person in the whole world I couldn't live without!"
"I better be."
"Possessive much?"
"Hey, it's impossible to not be possessive of you. You're too cute for your own good."
"I. Am. Not. Cute! Un!"
"Fine. You're too fucking sexy for your own good."
"Yeah, well you're a perv."
"Oh Sasori!"
Yet another of Sasori's sluts, Ino. Sasori curses under his breath, mentally berating himself for seducing the most annoying people, then turns to face the bleach-blond girl.
"Yes Ino?"
"I'm bored and have nothing to do, wanna come to my house?"
"No."
"But!"
"What part of no don't you understand?"
"The part where YOU are saying no to ME."
"Not caring. Piss off."
"C'mon Danna, you don't have to be so mean to her."
"Danna?"
"His idea, un."
"I'm the superior artist, it's only right you call me Master. And, I can be as mean to the bitch as I like."
"I am not a bitch!"
"Scuse me, we're having a conversation here, so butt out bitch. Think you can handle that? Kay, thanks."
"You-You-Argh! I hate you! You'll never get a taste of this body ever again!"
"I don't want you, I've got something much better."
Ino stutters at them a while longer, then with an indignant humph she turns on her heel and storms off, leaving the two boys alone again.
"She smells nice, un."
Sasori looks at him a while, then without warning pins the smaller boy up against the wall.
"Danna, what the hell?"
"You aren't allowed to say that kind of stuff about others."
"It doesn't mean anything, it's just a statement!"
"If she were still here it would be considered flirting."
"But she isn't here, un.
"Deidara."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for unknowingly flirting with your ex-slut. Could you let me go now please?"
"Naw, I like this position."
"Pervert, un."
"Yeah, but I'm your pervert now, you have to deal with it."
"Can't you wait until we're somewhere private for me to deal with your perviness? Not all of us are into PDA, you know."
"It's not PDA if no one else is around."
"PDA, public display of affection, as in showing affection in a public place, un."
"But this is a private school."
"It's still-Ah! Danna!"
"Yes Deidara?"
"D-Don't do that!"
"Do what? This?"
Sasori bites down on Deidara's neck again, making the blonde gasp.
"Nn, Sasori no Danna!"
"Hm, maybe we should go somewhere else for this. No one but me is allowed to experience you like this. Right?"
He presses roughly on the mark when Deidara doesn't answer soon enough, drawing a moan from the smaller boy.
"Right?"
"Yes Danna, only you!"
"Good boy. Now let's go home, there's so much I want to do with you!"
The house is big. So big, in fact, it is no longer a house but a mansion. The boys stand outside, both staring in admiration, one at the house, and the other at the first.
"I didn't know you were so rich, un!"
"Well I am. Now come on, don't stand there gawping all day!"
"Right, sorry."
He allows Sasori to drag him inside, pulling him past rooms filled with elegant...Stuff that Deidara has never seen before. Of course, seeing as he is from a community where the majority of the inhabitants can barely afford to buy food, it's no wonder he's never experienced such luxuries.
"Ne, Danna? What's that, un?"
"The piano?"
"Is that what it's called?"
"Yeah. Have you seriously never seen a piano before?"
"Nope. I've never seen most of the stuff you have here before."
"Wow, looks like there's a lot I have to teach you. Come on, you've got to meet my Grandma! Oi, Granny Chiyo!"
"I'm in the kitchen!"
Sasori pulls him back along the hallway they've just passed through, and through a closed door into a kitchen tiled in black. Standing by the oven is an old lady, examining something inside the contraption.
"I'm making cookies-Hello there."
"Um, hi, un."
"Granny, this is Deidara."
"Oh, so you're that boy he's always talking about!"
"Granny!"
"What? It's not like you haven't told him already, I know what those marks are."
Deidara blushes bright red, embarrassed that she's noticed, and the old lady cackles with glee as she pulls out the cookies, filling the kitchen with the warm aroma.
"He's staying with us now."
"Okay. Just don't stay up too late, you do still have school."
"But it's a Saturday tomorrow!"
"Then do whatever you want to tonight, but if you're too loud I will gut you. Now sit down and eat these cookies I made."
"Yes Grandma."
"Ah, thank you, un."
"No need to thank me, you'd be staying here regardless of whether I'd said yes or not. Sasori would've sneaked you in through the window or something."
"Back door is safer and quicker."
"Yes, you're right. Either way, it doesn't matter so eat these cookies or I will castrate you with an empty bottle of whipped cream."
"I'm eating!"
"Good boy."
"Granny, quit scaring him!"
"Hell no. I'm a grown woman, I can do as I like."
"You're evil."
"I know. Now you go show him around. And I've got a date right now, so stay upstairs! Now skedaddle!"
"Yes sir!"
"Un!"
"Your grandma has a date? At her age?"
"Yeah, it's her third one this week. All different people. She's not like most ordinary grandmothers."
"What does she do on her dates?"
"Fucks the dude. She's a whore."
"Sounds a lot like you."
"I'm not that whore-y!"
Deidara just looks at Sasori, and he throws his hands up, laughing.
"All right, all right! I used to be that whore-y, happy now?"
"Yup!"
"Hey Deidara?"
"Yah?"
"Tell me you love me."
"Why, un?"
"I wanna hear you say it."
"I love you, Sasori no Danna."
Sasori smiles, then pulls Deidara through a bright red door.
"This is my room!"
He spins in an extravagant circle, and Deidara giggles, looking about in wonder. It is a big room, but half of it is taken up by Sasori's beloved puppets. The other half holds a queen sized bed and a chest of drawers, nothing else.
"I thought you didn't like showing people your puppets."
"I don't, you're the first to see them. Other than Granny Chiyo."
"But what about all your sluts, un?"
"Never brought them here, I always played with them at their houses. Like I'd let some bitch in my house."
Sasori flops down on the bed, and Deidara sits down next to him, still looking around the room. At first glance it seems so simple, but there's so much to see when it is looked at again.
"Hey, isn't that Hiruko, un?"
"You remember him?"
"Of course! It's hard to forget something as big and scary as him, you know."
"You helped make him."
"I made his tail. I did not make any of the creepy parts."
"He's not creepy!"
"Danna. He's creepy, un."
"Whatever."
"Aw, are you sulking?"
"Maybe."
"Is that a yes?"
"No, it's a I can't stay mad at you cause you're too cute."
"I'm not cute!"
"Deidara...You're cute. Deal with it."
"Un, you're insufferable!"
"That's nice."
"I know right?"
"I was being sarcastic."
"So was I."
"Why are you being so mean to me?"
"Because you attacked me at school."
"I did not!"
"Yeah you did! You pinned me against the wall!"
"Oh yeah, that reminds me..."
"Un?"
Before he can realise what is happening, Deidara is flat on his back with Sasori hovering over him, an evil look on his face.
"Seriously? Again?"
"Yup. Never got to do what I wanted the first time."
"B-But you said you wouldn't rape me!"
"True, but I never said anything about molesting you."
Without waiting for Deidara's reaction, Sasori bends down and captures the blondes lips, immediately forcing his tongue into the others mouth. Deidara struggles for a while, fighting back against the invasive muscle, before giving in and allowing Sasori to fully explore his orifice.
Since he hadn't been expecting the attack, Deidara runs out of air real soon, and starts frantically pawing at Sasori's back in an attempt to get the message through. Sasori pulls away, watching as Deidara pants in air.
"You're-You're evil, un."
"Yeah, I know."
He bends down again, nipping at the smaller boys' neck, then moves to leave more marks on the flushed skin covering Deidara's collar bone.
"S-Sasori Danna!"
"Yes, Deidara?"
Deidara glares up at him, pouting slightly, then pulls the red head back down for another kiss, their tongues dancing and entwining with each other as they fight for dominance.
Too soon the need for air makes itself known, and Sasori breaks the kiss, once more going down to attack Deidara's sensitive neck.
"Ne, Dei-Da-Ra?"
"Un?"
"You've got a scar right by your pulse point."
"My mum did that."
"Is it sensitive?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Just wondering what would happen if I did this."
Sasori bites down on the scar, drawing a pleasured moan from the blonde and causing him to arch his body up into the red heads.
"I didn't think it was that sensitive."
"Sh-Shut up, un!"
"Told you you'd enjoy this."
"You never said that!"
"Well, pretend I did."
Sliding down the blondes' body, Sasori tears Deidara's shirt off, licking at the exposed skin.
"Sasori no Danna!"
"Calm down, I'm not going to rape you. I just want to have some fun, is that so wrong?"
Deidara ponders this a while, then lets his head fall back onto the bed, offering his body up to the other. Sasori smirks, licking his lips before diving in for another kiss, forcing Deidara's warring tongue into submission.
Now, Sasori isn't a sadistic person, but he does enjoy emotionally dominating others, which is why his sluts tended to have weak personalities. It's also the main reason he does not normally explore the second part of his bisexuality, since men tend to be less willing to allow themselves to be dominated.
Deidara, despite the abuse of his parents, still has a strong will and a defiant personality. So to have him submit so willingly excites Sasori to no end. If it were anyone else, he would break his promise and take this all the way. Considering how the blonde is reacting, he probably wouldn't complain.
But this is Deidara, and he can't do that to him. So with a groan of disappointment, Sasori pulls away from the blonde, letting him sit up again.
"Sasori no Danna? Why'd you stop?"
"Cause you're so damn sexy if I hadn't I would've gone all the way with you."
"Sorry?"
"It's not your fault, I just have shit self-control. Especially around you."
He wraps an arm around Deidara's waist, pulling the boy down with him onto the bed.
"It's late, we should sleep now."
Deidara nestles into his side as Sasori pulls the covers up, yawning as he lets his hair out of its usual ponytailer.
"We're still in our clothes, un."
"Eh. Who cares, let's just sleep now."
"You've got a big bed."
"All the better to share it with you."
"Are you the Big Bad Wolf now?"
"Maybe. If you're Little Red Riding Hood."
"I'm not a girl."
"I know, I know. You should go to sleep now."
"All right. And, thank you, un."
"For what?"
"For everything. I love you."
"Love you too."
"What's that sound, un?"
"My grandmother. Try to ignore it."
"Why?"
"Just don't think about it. Trust me, you'll get nightmares if you do."
"Why?"
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!"
"That's why."
I have realised something. This chapter is 13 pages in Word, and the last one was 6. Why the fuck do I show such preference to Deidara when I like Sasori just as much as him? I am confused as heck now. Did Chiyo ever actually get married? I don't remember hearing anything about a spouse, so I kinda just assumed she got pregnant out of wedlock. Slutty Chiyo. I feel bad for Deidara and Sasori now, making them listen to her. I should move on before I get mental images. Right, important note: I do not meant to offend any Sakura or Ino fans by calling them sluts. They aren't actually sluts, that's just a term coined by someone *cough*Hidan*cough* for the girls and boys Sasori man whores with. They're actually pretty loyal, since they stick to him and him only. Kinda cute, in my opinion. And I didn't choose to use those two for any specific reason, they just fit better than someone like Hinata or Tenten. Sorry, but I can't see either of those two telling Sasori that they're soul mates out of sexiness. Random fact: I was originally going to have Ino get all in Deidara's face for 'stealing her man', and then he tells her she smells like blueberries and complements her, causing her to fall for him and Sasori to get jealous. So when Deidara says Ino smells nice, it's because she smells like blueberries! Do blueberries smell good? I hope they do. I wouldn't know, because I'm not allowed to eat them. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this chapter/story!