Finally decided to post the next chapter to this little...Distaster. Re-reading it makes me realize what a bad idea this fic was xD
But oh well, It's SasoDei.
So; As you now know, Sasori is a fucking weirdo. Now, You're probably wondering "Why on earth would you name a happy fic like this 'Dreams of death'?". I'll tell you why...
Actually, It's best if I didn't. All I'm saying, is that this gets a lot more interesting.
I just need to write this down. I was wondering: Who the hell came up with the idea of the Akatsuki to all wear nail varnish? (Or nail polish). I mean, can you just imagine Pain being like "Yo guys, I was thinking...We're not scary enough. Soo...Every-one pick a colour, and let's get creative!^^"
I'm gonna stop now.
So anyway, here's the next chapter; I hope you enjoy it^^
Please review^^
Deidara's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about that weirdo from a few hours ago. I suppose even nice places like Ikustaka had the odd nutcase.
I then started to think about him even more. Did he have a job? He didn't look homeless, he was cleaner than me. Maybe he still lived with his parents? Of course, he was no older than 15. I guess the weird ones start off young.
Sighing, I made my way onto the balcony; I needed some fresh air. Just as I had expected, the view was amazing. Lights lit up the whole city, outlining it's beauty. I looked up at the stars, smiling at the fact that each and every one of them was different, yet they were all the same inside. My favourite thing though, was the thought that this beauty wouldn't last. Within a matter of hours, this would all disappear. The stars would fade, the lights would switch off, and the city would turn into the exact same city it was before. Fleeting beauty, that's what it was.
My smile faltered as my eyes drifted off towards the Northern part of the city; The boring business part. I wasn't surprised when I noticed that none of it was lit up.
It was only around 9pm, and I had nothing to do. So I decided that now was my opportunity to visit the market at night. It was probably 10 times as beautiful as it was during the day. Slipping my coat on, and smiling to myself, I left my apartment, quickly locking the door.
Walking through the markets, I realized that I was right about It's beauty. It was a lot better at night. The same smells still wafted from carriages, and the people still looked happy, but there was something different about the atmosphere at night. I felt proud about living near such an amazing place.
"Spontaneous, yet stubborn!" A voice cried.
I raised an eyebrow, looking around. I noticed a strange-looking red-head running over to me. It was the nutter from earlier.
"You?" I exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. The red-head nodded, grinning.
"That's right, it's me!" He giggled, pulling me into a tight hug. I gasped, trying to push the boy away; He was a lot stronger than he looked.
"What're you doing here...?" I asked, tilting my head.
"I live here, silly!" Sasori replied, grinning like a madman.
"B-But you were at the business area, un..." I pointed out, frowning.
"That's because I live everywhere~" The red-head replied, stepping back bit, and taking in the beautiful scenery.
"Y-You're homeless...?"
"I wouldn't say homeless. I don't sleep on the streets, I wash everyday, I wear clean clothes...".
"Then where do you live, un?"
"Everywhere~!"
I was almost about to slap the red-head, why was he acting so...Weird?
I suppose my brother was right; Ikustaka was full of complete weirdos.
"I have to go, un." I stated, turning away to leave.
"Nooo~" Sasori called, clutching onto my arm, and nuzzling my shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing?" I cried, waving my arm around.
"Showing you some love, spontaneous, yet stubborn..." Sasori smiled, lazily looking up at me.
"Firstly, my name's Deidara, you know that, un." I began, successfully removing the red-head from my arm. "And secondly, I don't take love from strangers."
Sasori gave me a look of sadness, followed by a strange grin.
"Sure you do~" He giggled. "For all people take love from strangers!".
The red-head then turned around, smiling at an oddly dressed man.
"Hello, Mr. Stranger!" He greeted, bowing slightly.
"Hello..." The man replied, stopping, and giving the red-head a strange look.
"May I have a hug please?" The boy asked, holding his arms out.
"I don't see why not." The man smiled, pulling Sasori into an affectionate hug, and walking away.
"You people are mad." I stated, seriously wanting to run away.
"Maybe you're the mad one..." Sasori responded, patting me on the shoulder.
I gulped, deciding not to move.
"So where do you live?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "And don't give me any crap about 'living everywhere' either."
Sasori chuckled, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "W-Well; Lets just say I have a lot of sleepovers...".
"Explain, un."
"...I make friends with people overnight, and they take me home."
My eyes widened. Was Sasori a prostitute?
"A-Are you a..." I gulped, not really wanting to continue.
"A...?"
"Prostitute..." I mumbled, tilting my head at the red-head, waiting for a reply.
Sasori laughed. "Heavens, no!".
"Ok..." I sighed in relief; Prostitutes were bad business. "So...You just sleep round a stranger's house...?".
"Friendly strangers, yes." Sasori smiled.
"B-But what if they want more than a friend...?" I tilted my head.
Sasori narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. "What do you mean...?".
"Well...What if they want something like...Sex, un...".
"Oh, they have." The red-head replied plainly, picking at his nails. My eyes widened slightly.
"A-And...?"
"And I let them sleep with me."
We stood there like that for a few seconds, in an awkward, awkward silence.
"That's not a smart thing to do, un..." I spoke up, looking down.
"It's not, is it?" Sasori smiled. "I'd say it's...Spontaneous." He grinned.
"It's pretty slutty if you ask me."
"Well, we all have our opinions."
"...Do you have a job?"
"Sometimes. If helping old people feed bread to the pigeons is a job, then yes." Sasori replied, smiling.
"...Then where do you get your clothes, un?"
"I go to the local clothes shop, and the nice man gives me the clothes of my choice."
"...For what?"
"I'd rather not say." Sasori chuckled.
The next thing I knew, me and the red-head were sat down on a nearby bench, discussing things.
"So when did you start people watching?" I asked, facing the boy.
"Ah, all my life..." The red-head replied, smiling.
"Huh...So how old are you exactly?"
"Thirty-five."
I laughed. "No, seriously, un...".
"I am being serious." The red-head answered, his smile faltering.
"Y-You're kidding..." I gave the boy an uncertain expression.
At that moment, the "man" pulled out a small card, showing it to me. On the card, was a picture of the red-head, smiling goofily. Next to his picture, read the name "Sasori Akasuna". Then his birth-date; November 5th 1978.
Sasori indeed, was 35.
I almost dropped the ID card, but instead passed it back to the red-head, utterly shocked.
"You see? I don't lie." Sasori chuckled, scooting next to me.
"I believe you..." I replied, still dazed.
Just as Sasori was about to say something, a large hand appeared on his shoulder, and he turned around, smiling.
"Orochimaru." He greeted, grinning.
"Sasori~" The voice responded, sounding snake-like, and incredibly creepy.
I slowly turned my head, my eyes laying on one of the most creepiest person I had ever seen. He was sickly-pale, and had a disturbing grin plastered onto his face. His hair was black, and extremely long, falling past his shoulders. His eyes were a shocking green, and he had small, black slits, instead of pupils. The man also wore heavy, purple eyeliner.
I gulped, deciding not to say anything.
"Are you taking me in tonight~?" Sasori purred, smirking.
"Seems so~" The man replied, chuckling slightly.
Sasori stood up, smiling down at me.
"It was nice seeing you, spontaneous, yet stubborn." He stated, waving, and walking off with the man.
After I few hours of walking around the market, I found myself sitting back in my apartment, curled up on the sofa, watching soaps. What can I say? They're my guilty pleasure. I mean, the acting is so terrible, you couldn't take the shows seriously.
I turned my head towards the clock; 02:29am. I should go to sleep earlier.
The thing was, I couldn't get the thought of Sasori out of my head. Who on earth would go off with random men, just to sleep with them, and stay round their house? I suppose some people had to live the hard way. I pitied them people, honestly, I did.
That night; I was awoken. I had fallen asleep on the sofa, whilst watching television. The fact that I had woken up was rare though, as I never usually woke during a nice slumber.
The first thing I noticed, was how painfully cold the room was. It wasn't as if the heating was off, I had it turned up. I must have left a window open or something, which was strange, as I never usually made that mistake.
Grumbling, and slowly shifting off the sofa, I scanned the room, looking around to see if the windows were open. Strangely, none of them were. My eyes then shifted towards the doors of the balcony.
They were open.
My heart almost stopped. I would never do such a stupid thing; I was sure that I had closed the doors. Unless someone had broken in...
But how? I lived on the 8th floor of an apartment, surely no-one would be stupid enough to climb 8 floors, just to steal something the size of a chocolate bar, and climb all the way back down again.
...Unless they wanted to murder me.
Or worse, what if it was a ghost? No wonder I had gotten the apartment so cheap, it was fucking haunted!
Chills ran down my spine as a large gust of wind blew in, and the curtains flared out.
"H-Hello, un...?" I called, slowly edging towards the door. Maybe I was just dreaming...
As expected, I had no reply.
Then, a light chuckle was heard from outside the balcony, and I almost screamed.
"W-Who's there? Kaito, If that's you..." I glared, moving closer and closer towards the doors.
What if some crazed killer jumped out and decapitated me? I always had a strange feeling that I would be murdered. Should have gone with your gut, Dei, should have listened to your damn gut!
Edging closer and closer towards the balcony, I let out a gulp as I pulled the curtain back, closing my eyes as I shuffled out onto the balcony.
"Oh, You're awake..." A familiar voice stated.
I let out a breath of air, slowly opening my eyes, adjusting on a sight I was surprised to see.
There was Sasori, sitting on the fence around the balcony, looking slightly flushed, but relaxed at the same time.
"Y-You!" I cried, pointing a finger towards the red-head.
"The one and only." Sasori purred, smiling directly at me.
I was completely awestruck. How on earth did the red-head know where I live? More importantly, how the hell did he get up here?!
"How do you know where I live, un?" I cried, glaring at the boy.
"I have my ways~" The red-head chuckled, leaning back on the fence.
"Careful!" I cried, pulling the boy down. "If you fell, you'd die instantly!".
"Ah, I've always wanted to try sky-diving..."
I glared at the boy, pushing him away slightly. "How the hell did you get up here?".
"I climbed, silly."
"Y-You what, un?"
"I climbed."
Sasori couldn't possibly be telling the truth.
I narrowed my eyes. "What the fuck are you doing here then?"
"I just wanted to see something..." Sasori smirked, tilting his head.
"What?"
"You see, I made a little bet with myself..." The red-head began, making his way into the living-room. "I predicted, that you were a still sleeper. However some very close friends of mine, predicted that you were a squirmy sleeper. It seems I was incorrect."
I followed the boy into the living-room, frowning.
"Very close friends? You're saying there are people like you?" I smirked, crossing my arms.
"Well, they're my parents. So yes, they are like me very much." Sasori replied, looking around the room.
"You refer to your parents as 'close friends', un?"
"They are my close friends, so yes, yes I do." Sasori replied, smiling, but still continuing to nose around my living-room.
"...So why don't you live with them?"
"They're dead."
I wasn't exactly sure what to say; I had never really dealt with this kind of thing.
"I-I'm sorry to hear that..."
"Why? It's what they wanted." Sasori stated, waving his hand.
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean...?".
"Suicide pact..." The red-head drawled, going through a random book.
A suicide pact? What a...Strange, way to go.
"They wanted to make sure they would die together, so they drove off a cliff." Sasori continued, throwing the book in a random direction.
"B-But they left you, un..."
"I forgive them."
Sasori stretched, leaning back into the sofa. "I want to die the same way they did; With the right person."
"...How old were they...?"
"Only young, early twenties. They weren't old when I was born; The younger the better though." Sasori smirked.
I was beginning to feel uncomfortable around the red-head, he was saying some really weird things...
"...I thought you were staying round that man's..." I said, sitting down in an armchair.
"I was." The red-head began, bringing his knees to his chest. "But I thought about what you said, and I left. He was only after my body."
"Well...I'm glad you listened...".
Sasori smiled, staring at me. "I always listen."
I shook my head, chuckling slightly. "You're a weird character, un..."
"As are you."
"So...Where are you living now, if you don't want to sleep round a stranger's house...?" I asked, tilting my head. Sasori hummed, looking around the room.
"Here."
I widened my eyes, blinking a few times. "W-What?"
"I've made my decision, and I'm suited very comfortably here. Where do I sleep?" Sasori smiled.
"Not here." I growled, narrowing my eyes.
"Aw, what?" The red-head whined, staring at me with large eyes. "But I won't be a nuisance...I'll be on my best behavior~".
"No."
"Please~"
"I said no."
Sasori blinked a few times, still staring at me. I glared, trying my best to avoid his gaze.
"...You can stay one night." I announced, sighing.
The red-head let out a cry of relief. "Oh thank you, spontaneous, yet stubborn, thank you!"
"Just behave..." I groaned, standing up, and walking to the door. "You sleep on the sofa. Goodnight."
The red-head waved, grinning.
One night.
Dun, dun, duuuun~ Sasori, you manipulative little thing.
I know, at the moment, Sasori seems like a massive whore; Which isn't true. (Despite how well Sasori being a manipulative little whore is.)
I don't have a lot to say anymore T.T
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review!^^