Here's Part thirteen, I hope I didn't make it too short!
Sasori froze at this and considered it; He really liked the blond, he possibly loved him, despite knowing him only for a day. The blond got along with his grandmother, who was quite the handful. Sasori enjoyed the blond living with him. There was only one answer he could give. "You're my boyfriend who's moved in with me." He told the blond.
The sculptor blushed and nodded and they continued down the hall. Deidara stopped again with a worried look on his face and asked Sasori "What is your grandma going to say about us, un?" Sasori smiled, grabbed the blond's face in his hands and gently rubbed circles into his pale cheeks, uncovering the bruise with the plaster over it. "She won't mind, she already knew I liked you before you showed up at the house yesterday. She'll actually encourage us due to the fact that you're the first person I've actually shown any interest in during my entire life." The puppeteer replied, cheeks colouring as his speech continued.
Deidara smiled at him and hugged him, his arms surrounding Sasori's neck while Sasori's own limbs wrapped around the blond's waist. They stayed that way for what felt like seconds then they parted and continued out the front door of the school to Sasori's car to drive home. "Wait! I have to go to work, un." Deidara said. Sasori looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and replied "I didn't know you worked, but, well, you don't anymore." "Why not, un?" The blond asked. "You're going to live with me now, so you have no need to work for money." His boyfriend told him in response.
Deidara smiled again and they both sat down in the car and drove home. They reached the house and got out of the car, when both doors were closed and the car locked, rejoining hands. They entered the house and saw Chiyo sitting on the couch watching a soap opera. She raised her head at the noise of the door closing and she gave a maniacal grin at the boys holding hands.
"You work fast, Sasori." The old woman commented. Sasori's cheeks burned and Deidara laughed. "Yeah, whatever. Deidara, we are going upstairs." The red-head replied off-handily and proceeded to tug the still giggling blond boy up the stairs after him while his grandmother simply smiled at their retreating forms.
"You're just like your father was, boy. You see what you want and you go in for the kill almost immediately…" The elderly puppeteer thought as she turned her gaze back to the television. "I hope nothing ruins your love or cuts it short like your father's though. I want your love for that boy to be like our family's art- eternal."
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