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Deidara

"What the heck happened to your hand?" Konan asked, reaching to hold it and then thinking better of it. He wasn't surprised- the knuckles had turned a nasty purple with a bloody cap, and his index and middle fingers were swollen. She gave him a concerned look over the top of her pumpkin spice latte. "Were you fighting?" Deidara scowled down at his phone, pretending to check his messages.

"Nope."

"So what did you do?"

"I... punched a wall." He glanced up. Konan raised her eyebrows. To her credit, she honestly didn't seem surprised.

"Well, then, stop wallowing in self-pity. If you're going to break your own fingers..." she trailed off. Deidara sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, hm. So what did you want to tell me?" Konan shrugged.

"I didn't want to tell you anything. I just wanted to hang out. I mean, you don't have any more classes today, right?"

"Uh-uh."

"So there you go. We are officially hanging out." She checked her watch. "For two hours, and then I have to go tutor Yahiko." Deidara watched as the corners of her mouth went down- her blatant tell for when she was trying not to smile. She raised her coffee to her lips, not looking at him. Deidara sighed.

"So, are you going out with him, then?" he asked in a bored tone. Konan looked at him, blinking rapidly, saying "Who?" in an overly quizzical tone. Could she be more obvious?

"Yakono."

"Yahiko. And... uh... w-why would you say tha-" she took one look at his face and sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, fine. I was just trying to practice lying about it so maybe dad won't find out." Deidara snorted and took a long sip from his drink.

"Konan, you are going to have to do a lot better than that. That was pathetic."

"Thanks for the feedback." Konan said dully. "Well, since you asked, yes, I really, really, really want to go out with him. He is funny, and awesome, and cute, and super nice."

"I thought you were into Pein." Deidara said, his eyebrow twitching slightly as he tipped back his coffee again. Konan frowned down at the table.

"I was... but he's really scary. And... scary. So, not any more. At all. Ever. Urgh."

"So that's a no, then." He didn't like to celebrate the failure of Konan's crush-relationship-whatever-it-was, but... he was. Thank god.

"Yep, that's a no. So now I want to hang out with Yahiko, but you know dad won't let me. Not unless..." she propped her chin up on her elbow and side-eyed Deidara, biting back a grin. "Not unless you're going to go out with that pretty boy you went to the party with?" Deidara glared at her.

"No way."

"Aw. But he's so pretty! He's so pretty I kind of wanted to kick him... But seriously, you didn't even tell me about him! Is he in your classes? Did he ask you, or did you ask him?" Deidara slammed his cup down on the table.

"I would never ever have asked him, ever. And I don't want to talk about him. He's an asshole, hm." Deidara tossed his hair, seriously wishing Konan had never seen Sasori. Wishing Sasori had never turned up, or better yet, never asked him to the stupid party in the first place. Never been born... maybe that was a little strong. But still. Dickhead.

"Fine, fine, he's an asshole." Konan sighed, fingering the origami flower in her hair and looking out the window. Once again, Deidara looked moodily down at his phone.

His hands still kind of smelled like soy sauce and lighter fuel. Oh well. It had been worth it, hitting Sasori in the face with a prawn. And then watching him hide from flaming sushi. Sure, he hadn't managed to actually hit him more than twice, but what did he expect with two broken fingers? He'd been glad, afterwards, that Hidan had ordered himself enough food to feed four other people, since he'd lit all of his own lunch on fire. But again, it had been worth it.

Although he had wondered why Sasori had been laughing. Possibly he thought that having an order of sushi lit on fire and flung at his face was funny. Or, more likely, and infinitely more aggravating, he thought it was funny that Deidara had taken the incident so seriously, seriously enough to enact what he would surely call an 'immature' act of revenge. Gah. Deidara clenched his jaw. Even imaginary Sasori pissed him off.

Yahiko

"In advance, you're welcome." Yahiko said, sitting down at Sasori's work bench and folding his arms over the table.

"Welcome for what?" Sasori asked, his tone disinterested, pointedly raising his soldering iron at Yahiko, who removed the offending arms.

"I talked to Konan after tutoring today, and I asked about Deidara." Sasori's face remained impassive as he continued working. "And basically... he hates you with the fire of a thousand suns."

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah. So, I kind of explained your plan to Konan-"

"Since when is it my plan?" Sasori asked, frowning. Yahiko rubbed the back of his head.

"Fine, fine. I explained the plan to Konan, and she said she'd help." Sasori raised his eyebrows.

"Why?" he asked flatly. Yahiko scratched his nose and grinned impishly up at him.

"'Cuz she thinks you're cute, she wants to use you as ammo to tease Deidara with, and she's tired of him bugging her to hang out with him all the time when they're at home."

"He does that?" Sasori asked curiously. He'd always pictured Deidara sitting moodily in the dark messing around with his clay in his spare time, not bugging his cousin for attention. Yahiko shrugged.

"Apparently. She said he comes and lies on her floor saying he's bored all the time." Sasori exhaled a soft laugh, imagining that.

"Well, we wouldn't want ickle Dei-kins to be bored, now would we?" he murmured.

"That's super creepy." Yahiko said with a grimace. "Anyway, I asked if she had any ideas to get him to forgive you." He glanced up at Sasori, who was frowning down at his latest terrifying weaponized puppet, now attaching dangerously sharp spikes to wooden inserts in the elbow joints. He was holding unnaturally still as he worked though, so Yahiko figured he was probably listening.

"So, I went over to their house because their dad was at work. We went in his room looking for stuff- you know, a diary or something. Didn't find one though."

"So why the hell are you even bringing it up?" Yahiko ducked as Sasori flipped the puppet's arm suddenly, whipping the spike-adorned limb through the air mere inches above Yahiko's head.

"Let me finish. But as a side note, his room is freaking terrifying. Like, seriously- if you end up dating him or whatever and go over there... yeesh. Would not recommend that." Sasori's lip twitched like he was stopping himself from smiling. "Also, we found pictures of a load of angry punk guys on his wall. As well as posters of..." he glanced down at his hand, where Konan had written the name with sharpie. "Harry... Shum Jr."

"Who the hell is that?"

"Uh, I think a guy from Glee..." Sasori snorted and shook his head in disbelief. "The point is, we are now pretty certain that he is a) definitely attracted to guys, and b) attracted to Asian guys-"

"I'm half."

"That'll do." Sasori rolled his eyes. "I mean, yeah, looking in his room turned out to be a lot more unhelpful than I thought it would be. But Konan suggested maybe doing a really extravagant stunt and beg for forgiveness, 'cause he's pretty proud and likes to make people grovel. With music, because apparently he has a bizarre love of musicals." Sasori looked up at him, his face a cold stone wall.

"Hell no. I wouldn't do that if you paid me-"

"You are getting paid. For the moment." Yahiko pointed out. Sasori scowled.

"Whatever. I'm still not doing it. What the hell kind of plan is that?"

Yahiko bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. Then he grinned.

"You know, one of his desk drawers has got some pretty kinky things in it... I mean, lube and condoms, sure, but..." he raised his eyebrows and smirked at Sasori, who was frowning at him. "I'm just saying..."

"...Are you trying to bribe me into this by dropping hints about Deidara's sexual appetite?" Sasori asked flatly.

"Maybe."

Sasori's lips pushed out into an impressively attractive pout as he glared pensively down at his soldering iron. Yahiko crossed his fingers under the table.

"...Fine."

Yahiko beamed.

Hidan

Hidan scratched the back of his head, frowned at the slight pain, and then glanced at his fingernails, now caked with dried blood. He scowled across the parking lot to Kakuzu, who was leaning against his car, talking to some bald shithead. Probably making another of his weird transactions or whatever.

Hidan probed the back of his head a little more carefully this time as he walked over, tongue between his teeth, wondering what the hell had happened.

"Oh, yeah." he murmured, remembering Kakuzu shoving him against a concrete wall the other day, cracking his head against it. "Motherfucker." But it had been worth it.

Whenever he got into a fight with that crazy fucker, just imagining Kakuzu feeling the same pain he did got him so fucking high... But he could never sacrifice the piece of shit to Jashin. He wouldn't appreciate it at all. He didn't give a fuck about anything unless there was money involved.

His smirk turned nasty as he approached Kakuzu. The dickhead probably didn't even fuck unless he was getting paid.

"What do you want, Hidan?" Kakuzu asked gruffly, sending the bald twink running with a look, fingering his newly-acquired fistful of bills.

Hidan leaned against the car opposite him and folded his arms across his chest, looking him up and down. It really was no surprise that people called him 'Frankenstein's Monster'. His body was already pretty scarred, and he kept getting new ones, so he sometimes looked like stitches were the only things holding him together. Freakish, but somehow still pretty hot. It helped that he was pretty fucking built.

"Nothing much. I'm bored. There's nothing to fucking do around here, so I came to hang out with you." he shrugged. Kakuzu didn't look up, thumbing through his cash again before slipping it into his fat wallet. Rude fucking bitch. Hidan bit down on the insult, for the first time in his life.

You better appreciate this friggin' awesome restraint, Yahiko! Check it out, I'm being polite just like you said. This is me being like, mega-super-ultra nice. I deserve some goddamn praise! Bow down, bitch! Fuck you very much, ordering me around like this, who the hell do you think you-

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, where the fuck are you going? I'm talking to you, asshole!" Hidan protested, realizing Kakuzu had started to walk away.

"Didn't look like you were saying anything to me." Kakuzu said, his quiet, deep voice pissing Hidan off more than usual.

"Well, I was." Dickbrain.

Kakuzu paused, still facing away. Hidan scowled as he realized that this was all the attention he was going to get.

"Look, I just... wanted to hang out. With you. Because we're... friends, right?" He smiled. Kakuzu turned around. Ah, shit. Didn't look like he was fooled. Sorry, Yahiko, but come on, I'm no fucking actor.

"Liar." Hidan laughed and raised his hands, casually walking towards Kakuzu.

"Okay, okay, you got me." he cracked his neck and grinned. Kakuzu narrowed his eyes. Weirdest fucking eyes Hidan had ever seen. Fucking red. Maybe he just smoked a lot of pot. "I need a favor."

"I don't have time to mess around with a brain-dead moron like you." Kakuzu said shortly. Hidan spat to his side, seriously pissed off now.

"You making fun of me, bitch?" He sighed and twisted his mouth- Yahiko was gonna fucking pay for making him do this. If I had it my way, you'd be screaming for mercy by now, stupid dick. Jashin would smite you like a motherfucker.

"Come on, Kakuzu." he changed his tone to the most saccharine, babying croon he could muster. "Pretty please? With sugar on top?" He gave his most winning smile. "I know you're secretly nice. Come on, for me?"

Kakuzu glared at him like he was actually gonna try something. That would be interesting. But he didn't move. Pussy.

"What do you want? Did you get expelled again?" Hidan scowled, kicking his shoe over the concrete.

"No, you stupid dick! Shut the hell up!" Whoops. "I'd explain why, but you don't give a shit-"

"Got that right." Pissing me off...

"Whatever. Basically... I need the keys to the security office." Kakuzu folded his arms across his chest

"What makes you think I have them?"

"Fuck you and your questions, man! I know you have them because you have fucking everything because you're crazy! You're gonna hand over those shitty keys if it's the last thing you do, you stupid dick!" Sorry, Yahiko. No, wait, fuck you Yahiko! Fuck you and your 'calm and polite' retarded strategy. Where the hell are you, I'm gonna fucking kill you! Why the hell do I have to be nice to this dipshit again? Kakuzu's hand was around his neck before he had time to react.

"Shit-" Kakuzu was glaring at him angrily. Not surprising- he always got his panties in a fucking twist whenever Hidan gave him any sort of attitude. Pussy.

"Why do you want the keys, though? You're crazy as hell, but you don't ever actually do anything. You working for somebody?" Kakuzu's grip on Hidan's throat was tight. Uncomfortably so. Hidan gritted his teeth.

"How the fuck do you expect me to answer you like this, you ugly bastard?" he rasped. Kakuzu's grip lessened slightly, and Hidan could've sworn the motherfucker chuckled softly. Weird dick.

"It's a favor for a friend, shithead. I promised I'd get the keys, and I need 'em... like, now." Hidan kicked playfully at Kakuzu's shins. "Besides, if anybody except me asked you, you'd've fuckin' killed them already, right 'kuzu? Now stop acting cool and saying crap like 'you working for somebody'. This isn't the fucking Mafia!"

Kakuzu dropped him. Hidan coughed and rubbed his neck, frowning.

"Ow, ow... Ugh, that ain't a little boo-boo, shithead! That hurt like hell!"

"You're such a baby." Kakuzu said. Stop making fun of me, cuntface, spouting bullshit all the time...Hidan scowled.

"Seriously... you should do something about your temper, you violent dick."

"Hypocrite." A ring of keys hit Hidan in the chest. He caught them before they fell and blinked up at Kakuzu in surprise.

"You're... actually giving them to me?"

"Don't you want them?" Kakuzu slipped his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans and frowned.

"Well, yeah, but... I thought I'd have to beg. Or pay you. Or both. Or-"

"Well, whatever. Just don't get expelled again, moron. It's annoying." Hidan looked at Kakuzu, starting to grin.

"Hey, hey! You can be a pretty nice guy sometimes, you know that?"

"Shut up, Hidan." Kakuzu walked away.

"Come on, admit it! I know you act like a jackoff, but you actually like me, huh?" He laughed.

"You want me to kill you?"

Hidan laughed again and turned around. He started walking back across the parking lot, tossing the keys into the air and catching them again. That had been easier than he'd thought it would be. He tugged his phone out of his jeans and began to text Yahiko.

It was almost time for Deidara's creepy boyfriend to go all High School fuckin' Musical on this bitch.

Sasori

"Seriously? Seriously?"

Sasori dragged his feet as Yahiko grinned and pulled him along. Carefree as a damn child while forcing others to throw away their dignity and grovel at the feet of a certain irritating pyromaniac.

"It'll be fine. It's going to be worth it, right?" Yahiko said cheerfully, taking the keys Hidan had given him out of the pocket of his sweater.

"No. No it's not." Sasori said grumpily. "Nothing could possibly be worth this."

"Don't be such a drama queen. You know better than anyone that Deidara likes to feel superior, right? Then this'll definitely work! He'll be begging to go out with you just to rub your shattered pride in the dirt." Yahiko tousled Sasori's hair and stopped in front of a door labelled 'Authorized Personnel Only'. Sasori scowled and slapped his hand away.

"Uh-huh." Sasori rolled his eyes. "Sure. And what's going to stop him from just walking away, laughing? That's what I would do." Yahiko frowned at him as he unlocked the door and opened it.

They squinted in the semi-darkness and walked up a tiny staircase, emerging into an equally tiny room which clearly hadn't been used for months. After all, the school hardly ever made announcements over the P.A. system anymore, since everything went onto the website. Sasori wrinkled his nose at the dust as Yahiko switched on the light.

"Uh... well, nothing's going to stop him from doing that. I guess you're just going to have to risk it." Sasori rubbed his face as he followed Yahiko into the office, really wishing he had never gotten involved in any of this.

"Alright, lucky for you, a friend of mine used to be a DJ, so I... know how..." Yahiko trailed off, looking around at the sound system equipment, which by Sasori's untrained eye, looked like it had come straight out of the eighties.

"Huh. Well... we'll just have to experiment. Can you call Hidan for me while I try to figure this out?" Yahiko asked, tossing Sasori his phone. "Ask him if Deidara's with him, and if they're in position."

"Sure. It's not like he could make this day any worse." Sasori said, scowling as he scrolled through Yahiko's contacts.

"Whaddup, dickbreath?" Sasori pinched the bridge of his nose. Was it possible to get a headache from that alone?

"Uh, hi." he said flatly. Hidan laughed.

"Oh, hey! I'd recognize that homo-punk voice anywhere."

"Homo...punk...?" Sasori repeated, glaring at Yahiko who began to laugh. It took a lot of restraint to stop himself from throwing the phone against the wall.

"Got a problem with that, bitch?" Hidan asked, probably wearing his usual shit-eating smirk. Sasori took a deep, calming breath.

"Look, Yahiko asked me to call you. He wants to know if Deidara's with you, and where you are."

"Yeah, I'm with the titless Barbie bitch down by the soccer field. When's it starting?" Hidan asked. Someone -probably Deidara- said something in a muffled, angry voice. "I'll call you Barbie if I want to, ho! Hey, wait- What the fuck are you-" Silence. Sasori looked down at the screen. Hidan had hung up.

"Is everything ok?" Yahiko asked as he tapped a microphone experimentally and flipped some switches.

"Well, they're on the field. Is everything ok over there?" Sasori asked, walking over.

"Kinda. I found the CD drive, and I figured out how to direct it only to the sports fields, but..." Yahiko scratched his chin and looked over at Sasori, an uncertain expression on his face.

"What?" Sasori asked flatly.

"Uh... There's a tiny problem. ...How's your singing voice?"

"What? I thought I was lip-syncing." Sasori asked, his hands suddenly unpleasantly cold and clammy. Yahiko rubbed his nose.

"I know, I'm sorry. Hidan just brought the instrumental version."

"I hate that guy." Sasori said, rubbing his face. The thought of pretending to sing that stupid song had been horrible enough -he hated music like that- but actually singing it... this was definitely the moment in his life he would never, ever live down. He sighed.

"Alright, alright, we're just gonna have to go with it. But I am switching clothes with you."

"Wh- What? Why?" Yahiko asked as Sasori pulled his sweater off and dragged his shirt over his head.

Yahiko pressed his hands to his nipples. Dork.

"I don't want anyone knowing it's me. Gimme that hat." Sasori said shortly, tugging his own shirt over his head and pulling on Yahiko's Bruce Lee tee and green sweater. It kind of irked him how loose they were, but at least they worked well as a disguise- after all, he'd never be caught dead in anything that wasn't black or red. He squashed the baseball hat down, trying vaguely to hide his hair.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the microphone, and pushed open the door to the roof.

"Let's get this over with. I hate waiting."

Deidara

"What are we even doing here? I'm seriously bored, hm." Deidara said, blowing hair out of his eye as he stared moodily up at the sky.

They'd been lying on the soccer field for the past twenty minutes, and he was getting really hungry. Plus Hidan hadn't given any sort of proper explanation as to why they had to be there. Deidara had just rolled his eyes, assuming they were probably waiting for Hidan's scary boyfriend-slash-enemy to show up. But his patience was starting to wear thin.

Deidara wrinkled his nose and frowned up at the sky. It looked like rain, and there was the faint sound of thunder. He wondered if Konan was home already. A weird sound distracted him from this thought, and he shut his eyes, concentrating. That wasn't thunder. The sound was getting louder, and it had a beat, and it was... music. Deidara sat up and kicked Hidan, who was lying by his feet.

"Do you hear that?" he asked, looking around vaguely. "Is that your phone?" Hidan said up with a groan, rubbing his stomach.

"Ouch, bitch. No need to kick me." Deidara stretched and rubbed his shoulders.

"Whatever. Sorry. But is that your phone?" Hidan shook his head.

"Nope." He wrinkled his nose. "I think I'd fucking kill myself if my ringtone were this shit."

Deidara rolled his eyes. The sound was definitely getting louder, way too loud just for someone's phone or even a car radio.

"I think it's coming from the..." Deidara trailed off, frowning as he looked up at the big P.A. system speakers mounted by the roof.

"Hey, is there a guy on the roof?" he asked, pointing upwards. Hidan followed his gaze. Deidara looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. The thunder had driven a few people inside, but there were still about thirty people on the field. Some of them were pointing to the roof, too.

The figure slid down the ladder from the roof to the stadium, and began to walk across the stands.

Sittin' over here
Starin' at your face
With lust in my eyes
Sure don't give a damn and you

"What the hell..." Deidara said, gaping up at the guy in the stands. He squinted. He couldn't tell who it was, but there was something kind of familiar about the voice.

Don't know that I've been dreaming of you
In my fantasies
Never once you looked at me
Don't even realize that I'm wanting you
To fulfill my needs

Deidara shut his eyes and listened to the voice, the familiar voice... "No.. no way."

Think what you want
Let your mind free
Run free to a place no one dares to

He stared hard at the figure in the stands, who appeared to be doing a pretty reasonable -if self-conscious- dance across the benches. He looked around at everyone else watching and gave a short, disbelieving laugh. He couldn't help it. He couldn't believe it.

How many nights I've laid in bed excited over you
I've closed my eyes and thought of us a hundred different ways
I've gotten there so many times I wonder how 'bout you

Deidara pressed a hand to his eyes and groaned, grinning despite himself. He was hardly aware of Hidan laughing beside him. It was definitely Sasori up there. Sasori singing. And dancing. To Janet frigging Jackson. Deidara looked up again just in time to catch Sasori mid Axel-Rose-style snake dance. "Oh, my god."

Day and night
Night and Day
All I've got to say is

Deidara, still grinning, folded his arms over his chest. Hidan shoved him towards the stands, so he started walking towards Sasori, who was starting to come down the stairs, amid his hip gyrations. Deidara pressed a hand to his face again when the chorus began and Sasori raised a hand and pointed at him.

If I was your man
Oh the things I'd do to you
I'd make you call out my name
I'd ask who it belongs to

Deidara laughed as two security guards came bursting out of the door on the roof and sliding down the ladder, running down to Sasori, who began to jog across the benches in an over-the-top Broadway style

If I was your man
The things I'd do to you
But I'm not
So I can't
And I won't
But
If I was your man

Deidara laughed as the security guards caught up to Sasori, who took an awkward little bow before walking away with them. Everyone on the field clapped. Deidara rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets. But he couldn't stop smiling.

Sasori

He'd been in the security guard's "holding room" (really just a small office with posters about being a drain on society plastered over the walls) for just five minutes or so while they looked up his student number and other nonsense (he wasn't actually sure what they were planning to do. Aside from getting into the P.A. room without permission, he hadn't exactly done anything worth actual punishment) when there was a disturbance outside.

He looked down at his shoes as he listened to the security guards, who seemed to be arguing with someone. Maybe they'd somehow figured out Kakuzu had given them the key. Or maybe a serious emergency had occurred- skateboarding in the hall or something. The office door opened and closed. Sasori looked up and felt his mouth go dry.

Deidara leaned back against the office door, his arms folded across his chest. His chin was raised defiantly, but he was grinning. Sasori sighed and tipped his head back to hit the wall. So he'd actually recognized him. And come here... hopefully not to yell at him.

"Hey."

"Hey. Nice moves." He sounded like he was going to laugh. Sasori rolled his eyes and tried not to smile back. It didn't really work.

"Come on. I told them there's a rogue skateboarder in the library, hm." Deidara said, walking over and tugging Sasori to his feet by the sleeve of Yahiko's sweater.

Sasori followed him out of the office, then out of the school and into the forest out the back, Deidara pulling him the whole way. Sasori had spent the time trying to think what to say. He didn't know how to read Deidara when he was in a good mood. Which he apparently was. So the plan had worked, at least partly. Now that he thought about it, this was probably the most cheerful Sasori had ever seen him.

Deidara let him go once they were a short way into the forest. It was starting to actually rain now, and Sasori vaguely wondered why Deidara had decided to stay outside. The smell of wet leaves permeated the air. Deidara walked further along the path, hands in his pockets. Sasori assumed he wasn't going to speak first. He sighed.

"So... I guess you liked the song?" Awkward opener. Deidara gave a short, breathy laugh, apparently agreeing.

"Not really. Janet's not really my thing. The lyrics were pretty racy though, don't you think? Is that why you were being held for questioning?" Deidara asked teasingly. Sasori shrugged, smiling a little.

"I was going for a shock and seduce combo. Did it work?" he asked. Tsk. Deidara in the rain was annoyingly distracting. His hair was getting damp and darkening, and drops of rain were running down his neck, disappearing from sight below the plunging neck of his tank. Deidara quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Hmm... maybe."

Sasori smiled and looked down, frowning slightly at Bruce Lee on his chest before remembering he was wearing Yahiko's shirt and sweater.

"Hey, Deidara... I'm sorry for.. uh..." He paused. Deidara stopped walking and faced him, folding his arms across his chest and frowning.

"Sorry for what? What exactly did you do?" he asked. Sasori stopped too, feeling uncomfortable. What exactly... He shrugged.

"I'm sorry I didn't want to kiss you when you were drunk." he said simply. Deidara looked at him suspiciously.

"If that was it, you could've just said that. But you ran away. You literally ran away. If I hadn't been so pissed, I would've been laughing at you, hm." he said frankly. Sasori shrugged again.

"Yeah, well... I don't know what you want me to say. I'm sorry I offended you." Deidara rolled his eyes, unimpressed, and started walking again.

Great. He was mad. Again.

Sasori scowled and grabbed Deidara's arm, stopping him. Deidara glared at him. That didn't help. Sasori groaned internally, wondering when he'd have to give up and accept that he was sexually attracted to Deidara's bitch face. Damnit.

"Why is this such a big deal..." he trailed off, looking down at Deidara's hand, frowning. The knuckles were scabbed over and purple, and two fingers were swollen, yellow and blue from bruises. It looked like he'd punched a wall.

Sasori glanced up at Deidara's pissed expression, then back down to his hand. Clearly he had been really mad the night of the party after all, but... He smirked, and didn't miss they way Deidara's gaze dropped to his mouth before he looked away angrily.

"You're such a brat." Sasori said softly. "I guess I'll have to be honest, huh? Since you punched a wall 'cause of me."

Deidara scowled, but didn't deny it.

"Alright. Well, when you were in the car doing this-" Sasori pulled the Bruce Lee shirt down slightly to expose the hickey at the base of his neck. Deidara stared at it, a weird expression on his face.

"I... I did that?" he asked, frowning. Sasori scowled.

"Right. That is exactly why I didn't want to do anything with you. You'd forget about it, like it didn't matter."

Deidara frowned.

"Yeah, but it wouldn't matter." Sasori stared at him. "To you." Deidara added as an afterthought.

Sasori pressed his hands to his eyes. He kind of wanted to laugh. God, this was... He was actually going to have to come out and say it, wasn't he?

"Look, while you've been having a bitch fit, or whatever the sushi-throwing was, I've been..." he stopped himself and scowled. Deidara's expression was equally mutinous. Sasori sighed, exasperated.

"Yes, it would have mattered to me, Deidara! Okay? Yeah, I left because I didn't want you to forget whatever you were going to do to me. But also because I was freaked out! Ever since, it's been really hard to think about anything else except you in that damn car. I didn't realize... Like I knew I thought you were pretty hot, but like... I think... I might actually like you. So if we'd done anything, and it only ever mattered to me, it would've been shit. Okay?"

Sasori stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweater and started to walk again, looking away from Deidara. He was pissing him off. The whole situation was pissing him off. He couldn't believe it. He'd just kinda-sorta-maybe fucking confessed. This had to be the most humiliating, degrading day of his life. He scuffed his shoes on the path, scowling. The worst part was that he was pretty sure he was being honest.

Deidara's hand grabbed the back of his sweater and pulled him backwards, making him stagger slightly.

"What the-"

Deidara scowled at him and knocked the baseball cap off his head. He grabbed the front of Sasori's shirt and pulled him up and forward.

"You piss me off." he muttered before dropping his chin and pressing his mouth firmly to Sasori's.

Hope you guys like this chapter, sorry it's a slow update... For those of you who are waiting for an update for I Love and/or Provocation on my other account, don't worry! I've been working on them, and hope to update them soon! :D