I will start writing a south park fanfiction soon, please support me by reading it when it is published. Here's part fourteen!
~Upstairs With The Boys- Sasori's Point Of View~
For God's sake, that woman has it in for my pride and she's trying to embarrass me into an early grave, the red-head thought. The boys were sitting on Deidara's bedroom floor, resting their heads against the bed and staring up at the ceiling. The puppeteer turned to look at his boyfriend, who had a small smile adorning his face. The red-head grinned himself and leaned forward to kiss Deidara on his forehead.
The blond turned to the puppeteer with a questioning gaze and asked "What was that for, un?" Sasori smirked at him and replied "Because you looked too cute to pass up the opportunity, of course." The blond's cheeks were aflame with colour and he hid his heated cheeks behind his hair. Sasori simply smiled at him and raised his chin to kiss him on the mouth this time.
When they had kissed for a few minutes, Deidara turned on the T.V. in the room and leaned his head on Sasori's shoulder, who was all too happy to comply. About ten minutes into the show they were watching, Sasori excused himself and he walked downstairs to the phone and called the supermarket, telling them that Deidara had resigned, and then immediately walked back upstairs to be with his blond.
~During This Time~
A blond, drunken man stumbled around his empty apartment. He had thought nothing of it being quiet when he had gotten home that morning, but Deidara would have been back by now. He marched up to his son's bedroom door and punched it, breaking it so that it fell to the floor, giving the man a clear view of the completely empty room. A loud scream could be heard coming from that part of the apartment complex.
The enraged man stormed out of his apartment and down the stairs. He knew his son had gone somewhere and he was going to find him. Then he remembered the conversation he had had with his son the day before- he had been yelling at him because he had apparently developed a crush on his art teacher.
He had found that out from being his conniving self- like he had for all of Deidara's life. He had pulled the information out of the boy, smacked him in the face for discovering he was gay and making his father's life more difficult and the elder blond had stormed out and gone to the bar.
Considering that Deidara had no friends, therefore no place to hide, his father only had one place to start searching for his son in hiding; the school records for that art teacher's address.
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