Here's part six, enjoy and sorry it's so short.
After Sasori parked his car, had grabbed a basket, and was roaming the aisle, he noticed a familiar head of blond hair. Sasori's eyes widened at having run unexpectedly into the blond for the second time that day. "Deidara?" he questioned before he could stop himself.
Said boy turned around, shocked to hear his name, and further shocked to see his new teacher. "H-hey Sir, I take it you're here to shop as well, un?" "Yes, and you don't have to call me 'Sir' Deidara, we're not in school right now, plus it makes me feel older than eighteen." Sasori replied, truly getting annoyed by the new name.
Deidara blushed and said "You're eighteen? Then how are you teaching my class Sir- I mean Mr Akasuna, un…" Sasori smiled and said "Don't call me that either, if anything it's worse than 'Sir'. And to answer your question, I skipped four grades and graduated university early." Deidara nodded in understanding but then looked confused. "What am I supposed to call you then if you don't like Sir or Mr Akasuna?" Sasori paused for a second and said "Call me Sasori if you see me out of school, but don't say it at school around people; the girls in your class would butcher my name." Deidara giggled slightly and nodded.
Sasori blushed at the sound of Deidara giggling, deciding he liked the sound of a happy Deidara, instead of a worried or cautious one. "Well, I guess I shouldn't keep you from shopping any longer; you're parents are probably looking for you somewhere." Sasori mentioned to avoid an awkward silence between the two teenagers.
"Oh no, I'm here alone, un." Deidara replied, before thinking his answer through and paling slightly when he realised his mistake. Sasori raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are your parents at work then?" he asked, sounding quite arrogant in his tone, as if to convey that Deidara couldn't lie to him.
"Y-yeah, well I have to go, see you tomorrow Sasori, un!" The startled blond near shouted as he ran off down the aisle, away from the red-head, who was still in shock at the way his name sounded coming from his student. It sounded right, he decided. He also decided that he would help the blond however he could… And maybe have him go on a date with him as well when everything had been settled. Both boys collected their needed items, paid for them and left the store, meeting each other again at the front door.
Deidara froze for a minute and stiffly said "Hey again, un." "Hi." Sasori replied. They stared at each other for a minute or two, then Deidara sped off down the street. Sasori decided his grandmother could wait for a while and he followed the blond home without him noticing, Deidara walking and Sasori driving slowly behind him.
When they reached Deidara's apartment complex Deidara went up the stairs and Sasori quickly hid his car in a side alley, got out and locked it then followed Deidara up to his apartment, again without the blond noticing.
When Deidara reached his apartment, he heard banging and cursing going on behind his closed door. Sasori was hiding in an alcove in the wall, he also heard the noises. Deidara sighed then opened the door, narrowly avoiding being hit in the head by a flying plate, which smashed on the floor, not five feet from where Sasori was standing. Deidara frowned then, deciding he would pick up the pieces of the smashed clay later after he had put the groceries away, walked through the door and shut it.
Sasori frowned. He couldn't see anything anymore and he could hear the shouting increase. He was just about to walk in and see what the matter was, "Screw surveillance." He thought, but he heard a loud, sharp, 'smack' sound, then a burly blond man, who Sasori had to assume was Deidara's father, slammed the door open, stormed past him and down the stairs. That was all it took for Sasori to run into the apartment and see something that made his heart stop for the second time that day; Deidara, on the dirty floor, on his knees, holding the left side of his face in his hands and crying softly.
Sasori's blood boiled; what had the boy done to deserve this? The red-head walked up slowly next to the blond, as he had apparently not noticed him again, and put his hand on the crying boy's shoulder. The blond's head shot up to see who the person was, only to come across the comforting face of his new teacher, who didn't seem shocked at the bright red mark across the boy's cheek. He stared at the other teen for a minute, but when he sank to the ground next to him, he lost it. Deidara launched himself at Sasori and proceeded to cry into his shoulder, while the other rubbed his back in comfort, hoping to ease the blond's emotional, and physical, pain.
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