Here's part fifteen hope you like it!
Chiyo had finished making dinner at half six, it was a roast dinner, she walked up to Deidara's room and when she opened the door, she was about to tell the two boys to get their backsides downstairs, but the sight she saw made her speechless. Her grandson and his new boyfriend, cuddled up on the floor together, asleep. It made her heart melt and she smiled, deciding she wouldn't embarrass the boys; she closed the door and knocked on it, effectively waking up the previously slumbering teens. Sasori was the first to crack his eye open and he called "What?"
Chiyo smirked to herself at her grandson's typical behaviour, and hoped Deidara knew about this side of him, decided to embarrass the boy anyway for being rude and replied to the red-head "Dinner's ready boy; you and your little teddy bear might want to get your backsides downstairs before it gets cold." The woman gave a maniacal grin as she heard Sasori splutter in annoyance behind the door and she walked back downstairs to the kitchen.
Sasori was still grumbling to himself as he stood up and pulled Deidara with him, words along the line of "Damn woman; constantly trying to get to me." The blond rolled his eyes and told the puppeteer "Come on, un. She probably wasn't joking that the food would be cold and I don't know about you, but I'm starving, un." The red-head turned his gaze back to the blond and nodded so they walked out of the room and proceeded to walk down the stairs to the kitchen. However, when Sasori was about to sit down, there was a large banging on the door. Puzzled, the red-head walked to it and opened the front door, coming face to face with Deidara's dad.
"Where the hell is that little brat?" The man bellowed. When Deidara heard his voice from the kitchen, his eyes widened and he dove under the table, clutching his head as if to make the noise go away. "Who the hell are you is a more appropriate question I think." Chiyo told him as she had left the kitchen to seek out the reason Deidara was petrified.
"I'm that little shit's Dad, who in hell's name are you, you old bat?" He replied, head swivelling around the room, looking for the shock of yellow for his kid's hair. "This old bat is my Grandmother, now what do you want?" Sasori cut in to the conversation, trying not to punch the man repeatedly in the face for what he had done to his sculptor boyfriend. The burly man didn't reply and he barged past Sasori and headed straight for the kitchen, where he had spotted the blond under the table.
I think I'll leave you on a cliff-hanger for now. Reviews are appreciated!