Here's part eight, enjoy!

~Elsewhere- Sasori's Point Of View~

"Right, calm the heck down, the boy has had enough to deal with tonight without you making it more awkward." Sasori thought to himself, just before he knocked on the door to the blond's room. He heard a quiet "Come in, un." from behind the door and turned the handle and walked through the doorway. "OK, someone 'up there' has it in for me!" Sasori thought, eyes raised to the ceiling at the sight in front of him, the blond boy standing in the middle of the floor, wearing an extra long button up shirt and boxer shorts and his hair out of its half-ponytail.

"Hey, un. I was just getting ready for bed." "R-right, I was just checking you were settled in. Well, goodnight then." Sasori replied and quickly exited the room. Deidara raised his eyebrow then shrugged his shoulder, brushing off the red-head's actions.

Sasori ran across to his room, nearly slamming the door, and rested his back against the wood, trying to slow his breathing and willing his blush to disappear. "OK, either someone is out to get me, or he knows that I like him and he's taunting me… Please let it be the first one!" Sasori pleaded in his mind as his legs gave out and he sank to the floor, resting his head against the door.

After another minute he got dressed for bed in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, got into bed and proceeded to dream about the blond.

~Deidara's Point Of View~

"Ah crap!" Deidara screamed in his head. "I forgot I was dressed like this and Sasori saw me, my luck is the fricking worst!" The blond's cheeks were aflame with colour as he sat down on the covers of the bed. "Please don't let him make any comments tomorrow." The boy begged as he fell into a deep sleep, his father not once entering his mind.

~The Next Morning~

When Deidara woke up he nearly had a heart attack at the appearance of an unfamiliar room, until he remembered the red-head across the hall. He looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was seven o'clock, and proceeded to get dressed in a blue long-sleeved shirt, as the bruises on his arms hadn't faded yet, and jeans with his scuffed trainers for his day of school. When he finished that, he grabbed his toothbrush and hair brush from his bag and went to the bathroom next door.

When he was finished styling his hair, he caught a look at himself in the mirror, his left cheek was slightly swollen and purple and it still had the plaster on it, but Deidara knew it would be a lot worse if Sasori's grandmother hadn't treated it.

The blond sighed and made sure his bang covered the bruise and walked out, almost walking straight into Sasori. "… Morning Sasori, un." The blond said with a small smile on his face. Said red-head rubbed his eyes and smiled back, thankful that he had already gotten dressed for work in blue jeans and a black shirt beforehand to prevent any embarrassment on his part. "Morning Deidara, Grandma has made breakfast in the kitchen, so help yourself." The blue-eyed teen nodded and walked downstairs to see the old woman had laid out French toast, sausages and bacon.

Deidara's smile widened at the smell and he greeted the woman good morning. "Morning Deidara." The old woman replied, then she added "Oh, and by the way, you can call me Granny Chiyo." The blond nodded and sat at the table. After a couple of minutes Sasori joined them and they ate in comfortable silence in-between some short conversations.

When the three were finished, Sasori washed the dishes and Deidara dried them, surprised at how easily they had gotten through yesterday. When that was done, Sasori told Deidara to go and get his school bag and not to worry about buying lunch because he would make him some. The sculptor blushed and nodded then practically ran upstairs to pack his bag.

Sasori smiled and made the blond and himself a chicken salad sandwich and put an apple in two brown bags that were for their lunch. When Deidara came back down he handed the blond his food then they both said goodbye to Chiyo seeing as it was quarter past eight and they needed to be at the school.

When they were in the car and had buckled up, Deidara said "Let me out just before we get to the school. People will be curious if I show up with you, un." Sasori nodded at the blond's logic and they drove in silence for a while. After a couple of minutes, Sasori remembered some of the things that Deidara had felt necessary to come with him, namely, clay and mini fireworks.

"I take it that clay is your favourite art medium, right?" The red-head asked. The blond turned his gaze to his teacher and nodded. "What is your view on art then?" The puppeteer questioned. Deidara's face lit up as he answered "I think true art is fleeting, here one minute, then it disappears without a trace, un. Those who miss it are to be pitied. What do you think art is, un?" Sasori frowned at the blond's explanation but replied "I am a puppeteer and I think art is eternal. True art is always around so people can marvel at it forever."

His blond student frowned and said "I don't agree with your opinion, but I respect it and I hope you can be the same with mine, un." The red-head nodded and turned his gaze back to the road. "When we get back later, I will show you some of my art; do you think I can see some of yours?" The elder questioned. The blond turned to him, gave him a dazzling smile and replied "I'd love to, un."

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