(I HATE) the way you drive my car

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Konan

She couldn't believe it. Deidara was actually going to the party! And the party was tomorrow! And she was going with Pein! She shut the door of her car, locked it, and put in her headphones as she walked toward the forest trail, smiling to herself.

She liked running, especially when she was excited for something- it put her energy to good use. If she didn't run, she found herself making hundreds of paper cranes and butterflies. It was annoying- when other people got antsy, they did something productive like clean their room, bake, garden, or even study. Konan just folded paper. So running was clearly the best option. At least, it was the option that kept her room relatively empty of armies of origami.

Although, he had looked pretty angry for the past couple days. Which, in itself, was not exactly unusual, but she still felt bad... Normally, she would have already given in and said he didn't have to go, but this time, she was determined to stay tough and make him stick it out. After all, maybe he might make a few more friends!

Konan rolled her eyes, thinking of the only 'friend' he'd made so far- the friend he'd made by giving him a cigarette burn. That had healed remarkably quickly, now that she thought of it, but perhaps Hidan's body was just used to abuse. Which would be absolutely awful, except that it was usually warranted. Konan shuddered, thinking of the now horribly blistered face of that third year, Asuma.

"I hope Deidara makes some normal friends..." Konan murmured as she stretched out her legs, back, and shoulders. She set off down the path, her fingers tugging her sweater sleeves over her hands as it began to rain. Well, her city wasn't advertised as being 'the rainiest place within two hundred miles' for nothing. She pulled her hood over her head and picked up the pace.

After about a half hour, she heard a bicycle behind her and moved to one side of the path to accommodate it. As they passed, Konan grinned, recognizing the hair, and having a pretty good hunch about exactly who was wearing that faded Beyonce t-shirt.

"Hey!" she called out, a little breathless. "Yahiko!" Yahiko slowed down and looked behind him. His face broke out into a big grin.

"Hey Konan!" He stopped to let her catch up, then started pedaling slowly beside her.

"Do you bike here a lot?" Konan asked. Yahiko shrugged.

"Not 'a lot'... I take classes at the community centre on Sundays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I usually bike home this way. I guess this is where you go running?"

"Uh-huh." Konan panted. God her chest hurt. A painful reminder to buy a new sports bra. Ugh. She had been procrastinating on going shopping for way too long.

She side-eyed Yahiko, kind of trying not to smirk. Along with the Beyonce shirt, which was now soaked through, he wore a canvas backpack, a red towel draped over his neck (which clashed almost eye-wateringly with his hair), what she assumed were his sister's hello kitty flipflops, and a pair of rather short shorts that would not have looked particularly out of place in a Wham! music video. Had he burst suddenly into "Wake me up before you go-go", she would not have been entirely surprised.

"What kind of classes do you take, then?" she asked.

"Um, capoeira." Konan stared at him for a few seconds, said "Oh, cool!", and looked straight ahead. She would never ever have pegged him as a martial arts guy. Especially not in those shorts. She grinned.

"That's really cool." she said, shaking her head. She glanced up.

"Thanks..." He murmured shyly. Aw! She'd embarrassed him. A crack of thunder made her look up at the sky, frowning.

"Urgh..." she said, noticing the clouds had darkened significantly. Yahiko glanced up, too.

"I guess it was pretty humid today. ...Are you ok?" He glanced at her. He looked worried. What was she doing?

"Are you... Are you okay with thunder storms?" He looked like he'd stopped himself from saying 'scared of'. Which she appreciated.

"Um... I'm okay. I like them, a lot... I just really don't like being outside during them." Damnit. The wind was getting really strong, and the rain was starting to come down faster. She really wanted to turn around and go back to the car. The thunder rolled again. She flinched.

"You're not going to get back to your car in time, especially since you're tired already." Yahiko shook his head and braked. Konan shuffled to a halt, too, looking around warily as the trees started to groan in the wind, feeling antsy and stressed. She hid her face as a cloud of leaves and small debris were tossed into the air around her. She looked up at Yahiko, who seemed to be gesturing... no way.

"What... I can't take your bike."

"It's okay." She shook her head.

"You'd be in a worse state than me if you had to walk in this. I mean, your Daisy Dukes don't exactly cover much." She gestured at his shorts. He laughed.

"Fine. Do you want a ride, then? I can bike you back to your car." Konan looked uncertainly at the bike. The sky lit up with lightning and a branch smacked into her arm as it flew past. That made up her mind.

"If it's okay, um, that would be really-"

"Get on behind me, okay? Sit on the rack."

Konan took his backpack and put it on as he turned the bike around and got on, one foot down, holding it still. The wind was starting to howl, and leaves and dirt and twigs were smacking into the backs of Konan's legs and getting stuck in her hair. She got on the bike and immediately grabbed Yahiko by the waist, pressing her cheek into his back, her eyes shut tight.

"It's okay." he said gently as he adjusted himself. Then he started to pedal, picking up speed with the wind behind them. Thunder boomed suddenly, and she hid her face between her arm and Yahiko's back. Although she was embarrassed that he was basically rescuing her, she would much rather feel awkward for a few minutes than have to make her way back to her car herself, stumbling around in the clouds of fast-moving tree debris, shaking and crying and generally... yeah, it wouldn't be a good situation. She wouldn't call her thing about thunderstorms a phobia, but... it was pretty crippling.

"Is this your car?" Konan opened her eyes into a squint. They had stopped. Yahiko was gesturing at her rusty Volkswagen. "Mhm." She felt stiff, but more importantly, the storm was still going strong. She clambered off the bicycle, digging in her pockets for her keys, about to thank Yahiko for the ride and dive into her car when there was a horrible snapping sound and a large branch ripped off of a tree close by and smacked into the ground at her feet, spattering her with gravel.

"Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh my.." she wasn't at all aware that she was speaking until she heard her voice, unsettlingly high and panicked. She clutched her keys, pressed her hands to her ears, shut her eyes, and stumbled to her car, crying. She hit the side and ran her hands over it, feeling desperately for the keyhole, keeping her eyes squeezed shut as a fine dust of tree debris hit her in the face like sleet.

Warm hands covered her own, unclenched her fingers, and took her keys. Yahiko opened the door and guided her down to the seat. Oh, god, she was shaking like crazy.

"Put your bike in the back. Get in." she said through gritted teeth.

"Huh?"

"You heard me." she threw the keys at him, possibly hitting him, and shut the door.

She let her head fall onto the steering wheel and listened to the loud sound of her breathing, too fast and too little, and then too slow and too much. She made an effort to breathe as normally as she could, wiped dirt off of her eyelids, and then opened her eyes. Rain and shredded leaves were pummeling her windscreen. She could hear the somewhat muffled roar of the wind and cracks of thunder. A fork of lightning flashed in her rear-view mirror, far away.

Something dripped onto her hand. She looked down. Blood. She reached up and felt her lip. She had bitten into it deeply. Probably on the bike ride. She started the car, trying to get a grip on her self. She had to get the heating going. She stripped off her shoes and socks, having difficulty with her trembling hands, and chucked them into the backseat. She turned on the radio and pressed her hands to the car vents, waiting for them to warm up. She took another deep breath and glanced again into the rear-view mirror, this time seeing her dirty face. It was coated in dirt and shredded leaves. There was blood all over her bottom lip, and she appeared to also have a cut on her forehead. There were bits of leaf and twig in her hair. She grabbed a wet wipe from behind the seat, wiping her face down.

A buzzing sound reminded her that she'd forgotten to take her phone. She reached over and turned the screen on. A missed call from Deidara and three messages; 'Hey are you still running? There's supposed to be a storm today.' 'Are you ok?' 'Are you ok to drive home?' She replied with difficulty, her fingers numb and slow-moving. 'Ok inn car Thanks'. Not perfect, but at least he'd know she wasn't cowering in the undergrowth somewhere.

She looked around as the door to the trunk opened, and Yahiko put his bike in. A few seconds later, he unlocked the passenger-side door and flopped into the seat, slamming the door after him. He gave her the keys. She tossed him the packet of wet-wipes. He wiped his face down and opened the door briefly to shake a spider off of his arm. Konan changed the radio station when the flute of 'My heart will go on' started up.

"Uh, thanks for letting me shelter in your car." Yahiko said awkwardly. Konan glanced at him, shaking her hand vaguely. She tried to say 'Don't worry' and 'It's fine' and ended up saying "Don't fine." Yahiko grinned as she shook her head.

"Sorry. It's fine. Obviously you're the real hero of this situation." she said, giving him a shaky smile. It felt weird to talk 'normally' when her hands still hadn't stopped trembling. "Thanks so much for the bike ride." Yahiko just shook his head and looked at his knees.

"Come on, I wasn't gonna just leave you out there." he mumbled. Again, he looked kind of shy. Konan sucked at her bloody bottom lip. She hoped it wasn't going to scab...

"Hey, do you want to get a coffee? I'm freezing, and I don't really want to stay around here, with all these trees..." Konan said, looking warily at the offending trees, which seemed to be fighting a losing battle against the wind. Yahiko's cheeks were pink from cold as he shook his head.

"Thanks, but I should really be getting going-" Konan raised her eyebrows at him.

"Yahiko. Your legs are blue. I insist. Besides, I have to thank you, so I'm going to buy you a coffee, and then we'll be square. Okay?" Yahiko nodded.

"Ok."

Konan sighed, taking a minute to prepare herself. Driving in a storm was so much better than walking in a storm. But she still didn't like it much. But come on, who did? Urgh her chest really, really hurt. She rolled her eyes and smacked her hand on the steering wheel, turning to face Yahiko with an appraising look. She didn't like to do this, but she didn't think he would be weird about it. Hopefully.

"Ok, um..." Would it be better to explain, or not explain? "Can you shut your eyes for a few minutes? I'm not doing anything weird, I just... uh, my shirt's wet, and er..."

Yahiko shut his eyes and turned away, folding his arms and leaning against the door. She grinned. That was easy. He definitely had a sister.

She unzipped her sweater, reached inside her shirt, and unfastened the offending sports bra. She rubbed her shoulders and rib cage. God damnit that hurt. She tossed the bra into the back of the car, glanced down at her shirt and flinched.
There was a squashed spider on it.
Oh, jesus, could this day get any more horrifying? She stripped the shirt off and flung it in the back, too, then zipped up her sweater. Yes, it was bizarre to hang out with a guy while wearing almost nothing but a sweater, but fuck it. She was cold, tired, and Yahiko was pretty chill. So screw it.

"Okay, problem solved, here we go." she said brightly, putting the car in gear. "Starbucks, here we come."

Yahiko

"Okay, I have a problem."

"Uh, yeah, that's fucking obvious." Yahiko rolled his eyes, pinning his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he let himself into his room and tossed his bag down on the floor. He kicked the door shut and fell back onto his bed, rubbing his face. He really should take a shower- although the downpour had mostly washed off his sweat, he was still pretty plastered with bits of leaf.

"Like you're one to talk."

"Although, if you're calling me about it, you clearly do have a problem." Hidan had pretended not to have heard him. Yahiko tipped back the last of his Starbucks and tossed the cup in the general direction of his trashcan.

"Uh, you called m-"

"So what's got your G-string in a knot, pussycakes?" Dear god, was this Hidan's version of a pet name?

"I have to make more friends." Yahiko mumbled. Hidan laughed loudly.

"Why? You've got me!" Hidan quickly asked him what was up before Yahiko could say "Exactly". Yahiko rubbed the back of his head and cringed at the weird crunching noise. He really, really needed a shower.

"Okay, so I ran into Konan this afternoon-" Hidan gave an exaggerated groan.

"Don't you talk about anything else? Like, literally fucking anything else would be more interesting."

"Uh, in that case, have you picked a topic for that presentation you have to make next week? Because we're doing something similar in one of my classes, and I was wondering how you have to format your bibliography- my teacher was really vague, so I don't know if Chicago-"

"Shut. The. Ever. Fucking. Fuck. Up. Please." Yahiko grinned.

"So, back to this afternoon..." Hidan swore, with much enthusiasm and creativity.

"Fine. What happened?" Yahiko kicked off his flip flops and pushed at his bottom lip with his thumb.

"I think I have really big crush on her."

"Knew that already."

"So, for the bibliography, would the Chigago manual of style be okay, or maybe MLA...?"

"Fine. I pray Jashin seizes you by your fucking weedy-ass throat and shoves you into the shit-glazed asshole of your firstborn son."

"What... the fuck." Yahiko stared at the phone for a few seconds, then shrugged and continued. Sometimes... okay, a lot of the time, he was actually pretty scared of Hidan. He was positive that he was not the only one.

"Anyway... yeah, but like... she is the most awesome person I've ever met. Besides you." he added, rolling his eyes as Hidan started to interrupt indignantly. "I was on my bike, and she called out to me to say hi, and then there was this storm, and she's got this phobia-"

"What were you wearing?" Yahiko frowned.

"Uh, shorts, a shirt, flipflops... why?"

"Just getting a mental picture. This was one of your little girl outfits, right?" He was laughing. Yahiko glanced down at his Hello Kitty flip flops, which he'd gotten for fifty cents at Value Village.

"Uh... Possibly." Hidan snickered.

"Got it. Carry on."

"Basically, she got really freaked out by the storm, so I biked her back to her car, and then she drove us to Starbucks to get me a coffee, and we talked for like... three hours... and she is so cool. And awesome. And funny."

He could never describe how awesome Konan was. His parents had always said that in life, you occasionally meet people who, just for you, seem to hold galaxies inside of them. And you just want to explore them forever, fall straight into their space and never leave. And the most amazing thing about life is that sometimes, those people who hold galaxies within them see galaxies within you, and you can exist together, loving and exploring and being constantly amazed and humbled and awed by them. Konan had so many galaxies. And they were so beautiful.

"Is there a fucking point to this shit fest of a phone call?" Hidan asked when Yahiko had been silent for a few seconds.

"Yes. No. Kind of. And, just to remind you again, you called me, and asked me what was up. Anyway, the problem is, I really like Konan, I really want to be her friend, maybe more-than-friend if she thinks I have galaxies too-"

"Are you high?"

"Er, no. Sorry. Uh... yeah. But I..."

"You don't have any more to say, do you. You're just saying fucking nothing. So can we focus on me, please?" Yahiko rubbed his face and grinned.

"Alright. What's up with you?"

"What should I wear tomorrow to look fuck-me-now hot? ...Oh wait, I just realized, I'm asking the fucking loser who wears Hello Kitty flip-flops."

"Hey, I actually really like those..." Yahiko frowned. "Wait, you want to look hot? Are you trying to impress somebody?"

"Fuck no! There's this complete shitdick going to the party, and I want to fuck him up."

"Er.." Yahiko wasn't sure if Hidan wanted to have sex with the guy, or beat him to a pulp. Which, come to think of it, when it came to Hidan, those two things might be pretty similar... Gah not thinking of that, not thinking of that...

"Okay, uh..." Sexy and intimidating. Sexy and intimidating. Bruce Lee was the only thing coming to mind."Black pants, no shirt. Claw marks on your chest...?"

"Fucking brilliant! I knew I hung out with you for a reason. Fuck you later." Hidan hung up. Yahiko stared at his phone.

"...And with that I am going to have a shower..."

Deidara

"Ughh... do I really have to go?" This was probably the fiftieth time he'd asked. And he knew he could just take the car and just go out for the night. But that would mean Konan couldn't go. And she would be so pissed... she was actually pretty scary when she was pissed.

"Yes, you really have to go. You promised, and it is way too late to back out now." Konan examined her face in the hall mirror. "Are you sure it's not really red?" she turned around, showing him her new labret for about the two hundredth time.

"It looks fine." He shook his head. "I still can't believe you got that. Won't your dad be really pissed?" Konan grinned at him and tugged playfully at the neckline of his shirt.

"He shouldn't be- I've been telling him I was going to get one for years. Besides, I paid for it myself." Deidara looked up as Jiraiya came down the stairs, muttering to himself and flipping through some papers. He glanced at them and then stopped. He looked them both up and down.

"Hey, Daddy!" Konan said brightly. He raised a bushy eyebrow.

"What are we all dressed up for?" he asked, gesturing at Konan and then at Deidara. Which was ridiculous. Deidara had made absolutely no effort in getting dressed. If anything, he had made an anti-effort. Since when was a tank top and tapered sweatpants classed as 'dressing up'?

"It's the party, Daddy! I told you about it." Konan said, rolling her eyes at Deidara. Jiraiya put the papers down on the sofa and walked over, scratching the back of his head.

"It had better be a girls-only study group, or you're not going."

"Deidara's going too, though!" Jiraiya glanced at him.

"Deidara would never go to a party. That's why I made that rule. Pretty clever, huh?" Deidara sighed and looked at Konan, who was giving him her best puppy eyes. He groaned.

"Actually, um, I am... going to the party, un." Jiraiya froze, staring at him. Then he groaned and raised his hands to the ceiling.

"And so the floodgates of hell have burst open!" He seized Konan by the shoulders.

Deidara turned away and strolled into the kitchen, not caring to witness another of Jiraiya's episodes of insanity.

"Listen to me, my precious, lovely daughter! Men are animals! Wild, untamed beasts who will try anything, and I mean anything to take advantage of a lovely girl like you. Believe me, I've tried them all..."

Deidara grabbed himself a glass and stuck it under the tap, rolling his eyes. Sometimes he wondered what kind of woman Konan's mom had been to manage to put up with her dad's eccentricities. He glanced at the clock. Nine-twenty-five. Fuck. He chugged his water and shuffled quickly back into the hallway. Konan was pressing her hands to her temples and giving a loud, continuous Tina Belcher groan as Jiraiya babbled on about her outfit, waving his index finger at her dress.

"...not leaving this house until you cover up properly! You think that's going to stop a determined, hormonal pervert? Think again, let me tell you, in my youth, there wasn't anything easier than hiking up a skirt-" Deidara grabbed Konan by the arm and pulled her towards the door.

"We're going now, get your keys, un."

"Thank God, I thought I was going to vomit. Bye Daddy, don't wait up, yes I have my phone!" Konan called over her shoulder, ignoring Jiraiya's protests, snatching up her sweater and keys, and tugging on her shoes. Deidara glared at the clock as Konan pulled open the door. He wasn't sure if Sasori was actually going to come or not, but he sure as hell wasn't going to be here when he did. Konan tugged at his shirt and he glanced around.

"Deidara, there's a pretty guy walking up the driveway." Fuck. Fuck.

"Fuck." he muttered. "Okay, run for the car." He muttered, pushing Konan in front of him out the door.

"Is he your date-" Konan began with a giggle.

"No." Deidara cut her off, hurrying her to the car. She was leaning back against him, purposefully being slow.

"I want to see him! I want to talk to him! He's really pretty-" Deidara groaned.

"You are the worst cousin ever, I hate you, you're awful." he hissed, yanking open the car door and trying to shove her in.

"Hey! Pein's picking me up, you know, you're the one taking the car, remember." she said, shoving the car keys at him and grinning. She walked towards the driveway. No, no, no...

"Hi! Are you here for Deidara?" Fuck. Deidara turned around slowly. Oh fuck.

"Uh-huh."

Konan was looking at him, one hand raised to her cheek as if she was telling him a secret, pointing at Sasori and mouthing "Good job" and giving him a thumbs up. Like she wasn't right in front of Sasori. Like that wasn't the most obvious thing Deidara had ever seen. Why did Konan have to pick this particular moment to be even more of an embarrassing dork than usual? He wanted to die. Sasori glanced at Deidara and grinned.

"Hey." he said, slipping his hands into the back pockets of his pants and raising his chin at him.

Deidara sucked the inside of his cheek, glaring at him. Fucking fuck. He looked like a member of a K-Pop band in their grunge-street phase, complete with bizarre red and black plaid drop-crotch pants and dirty Doc Martens. His messy, dyed hair even matched the look. Irritatingly.

"Okay, well have fun! I'll see you later, D." Konan said in her best bad-acting-voice, taking exaggerated steps back up to the porch. She opened the front door, and then waved to get Deidara's attention. She made a fist next to her face, moved it, and poked her tongue against her cheek. Then pointed at Sasori. Waved again and went inside.

"What... the fuck..." Deidara muttered, staring at the front door. He was going to kill her. He was going to kill her.

"So, you ready?" Fuck. While he'd been watching Konan, Sasori had strolled over to him, and was- oh fuck -tugging on the low neck of his tank top.

"...Fine. Get in." He opened the car door and walked round to the driver's side. He should just have tossed Konan into the car and driven away as soon as Sasori had turned up. That would've been so much better.

"So, your cousin seems nice."

"Shut up. She's awful." You're awful. Awkward car conversation is awful. The whole night was awful. Deidara chewed the inside of his cheek, praying that the alcohol at the party would be good- he was going to anything he could to ensure he remembered nothing of this ginormous shitfest.

Sasori

The house was already mostly full of people when they got there. The Top 40 Hits Chart was blasting all the way down the street, making Sasori wonder vaguely why the police hadn't turned up yet in response to complaints. He followed Deidara in, kind of admiring the view as Deidara pushed down one elbow over his head, stretching. Deidara was very fit, and had well-developed back muscles, despite his wiry build. Sasori wondered vaguely if he did track or something.

He wrinkled his nose as it began to get more crowded, people pushing against him. He reached forward and grabbed onto the waistband of Deidara's pants to avoid losing him. He grinned when Deidara flinched. He watched as Deidara grabbed two shots from a tray someone was carrying and downed them both. They pushed their way out of the most crowded room and walked through the sliding door to the porch. Several people were already in the pool. Most with all their clothes on, one with absolutely nothing on. Deidara grabbed another few shots and tipped them all back, tossing the glasses onto a guy laying unconscious on the ground.

"Aren't you going to drink anything?" Deidara asked him reluctantly. Sasori gestured at the beer he'd grabbed from someone inside. Deidara nodded silently, glanced around, scowled.

"Don't like parties?" Sasori asked.

"I don't like people. And I really don't like you, un. You got what you wanted, I'm here, unfortunately with you. So can you leave me alone now?"

Sasori wasn't listening. He'd just caught Pein's eye, who looked from him to Deidara, gave him a discreet nod, then turned with an unpleasant grin to Deidara's cousin, who was beaming up at him. Sasori looked around as Deidara shoved his forehead lightly.

"Fucking listen to me." He was holding three full shot glasses and was already starting to tip the first back. He was making a serious effort to get trashed.

"Let me have one of those." Sasori said, reaching for one.

"Get your own." Deidara said grumpily. He turned and started to walk back inside the house. A huge drunk guy bumped into him and walked straight into Sasori, who stumbled a little.

"Watch it, ching-chong." The huge guy grunted, staggering away.

Sasori stared after him, more surprised than offended, at first. It was the first time for a while anyone had said something like that to him. For one thing, he didn't get much of it because his hair wasn't naturally black. He got even less after dying his hair. And in general, the city was very accepting. And in the ways that it wasn't, nobody ever said anything. Until this guy. Who apparently was the most unimaginative person in the world. Ching-chong? Really? Where did he come from, the '80s?

An empty shot glass flew suddenly into the air and smashed against the back of the guy's head. He fell over onto a peony bush. Sasori stared at him as he flailed around in the leaves before turning around to find Deidara stalking back into the house, several people watching him, jaws dropped, as he went. Sasori grinned.

"Hey!" Sasori turned around. It was that stupidly tall guy. Yakkiko. Yarniko. "Uh, it's me, Yahiko." Right. Sasori looked him up and down. He looked bizarrely confident considering he was wearing a worn-out Sailor Moon tank. And... were those Hello Kitty flip flops? Sasori grinned.

"Well, look who dressed up." Yahiko laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

"I know, right? I'd be embarrassed, but I actually don't own any plain t-shirts.."

"Or any men's shoes?" Yahiko grinned and shrugged.

"So, how's it going?" he asked, looking kind of like a kid pretending to be a spy and looking around shiftily for enemy spies who might be listening in.

"Uh, fine.. I mean, I'm here, Deidara's here, trying to drink himself into a coma..." Sasori shrugged. "All good, I guess." Yahiko looked a little concerned, but nodded.

"Hey, have you seen Hidan?" he asked, looking up as someone jumped off of the balcony into a tree. "...This is a really weird party." Sasori laughed shortly.

"Uh-huh. I think I did see that huge idiot earlier actually." He wrinkled his nose. "Either he was making out with Kakuzu, or he was trying to rip out Kakuzu's tongue with his teeth." To his credit, Yahiko didn't look at all surprised by that.

"Who's Kakuzu?" Sasori shrugged.

"I think he's in third year. You'll probably see him if you go to the Financial Aid office... or if you walk down a dark alley with a lot of money in your pockets."

"He sounds perfect for Hidan." Yahiko said drily, rolling his eyes.

Something caught Sasori's eye behind Yahiko. He squinted. Through the window, he could see Deidara... yelling at Pein. Then he shoved him. He walked away... Sasori watched him walk past the big glass doors leading outside.

"What's up?" Yahiko asked. Sasori stared at Deidara through the huge living room window. He clambered up on the table. Biggie Smalls started to pound out from the speakers. He pulled off his tank top.

"He's... He's table dancing." Sasori said, stunned.

Hope you guys liked this chapter :) I swear the next one's gonna have way more SasoDei. I swear.