Here's the update^^ I completely forgot about this fic. ;_;

So Dei-Dei and Saso are getting closer^^ Well...Not really; Saso broke into Dei's apartment.

What would YOU do if Sasori broke into your house/apartment/whatever? Like, "I like to make corpses into puppets" Sasori, not "I love sex and want your babies." Sasori. I think I'd die, no matter what I did...

So anyway, I hope you enjoy^^

Please review!^^

Deidara's POV

I groaned, slowly sitting up. For some reason, something didn't feel right.

I then remembered the events that had occurred that night. With Sasori coming to stay the night...

I paled at the thought; What on earth had I been thinking? What kind of idiot would let a stranger sleep over? The red-head could have slit my throat in my sleep, and ransacked my house!

I grumbled at my thoughtlessness, rubbing my forehead with my fingers.
"Nghh...?"

I raised my eyebrows at the sound, turning my head.

The first thing I noticed was a small lump, buried under the bed sheets.
"Huh...?" I blinked, poking the lump.

It moved.

I let out a cry. Holy fuck! There was some moving thing in my bed!

The lump let out another weird sound, moving even more. I gulped, poking it again, receiving the same act of movement again.

After a few seconds of staring, a head of red popped out from underneath the covers.
"W-What...?" I mumbled to myself, dumbfounded.

Oh.

Of course.

Sasori had obviously gotten into bed with me.

I twitched as the red-head stretches his lips, resting his head on the pillow, smiling directly at me.
"Hello Spontaneous, yet stubborn, up already?" He grinned.
I frowned, nodding.

"That's strange. I predicated that you were the type to sleep in. Seems I am wrong."

"...Why are you in my bed, un?" I plainly asked.
"Your couch isn't comfy at all..." Sasori muttered, his face souring slightly. "But your bed is!" He added, lightening up.
"...You do realize this is sexual harassment, right?" I frowned.
"Nope!" The red-head chuckled, sliding closer to me. "Lets snuggle and make warmth!"
"...No thanks."

The red-head pouted, shrugging his shoulders. "If you say so...".

We stayed like that for a few more minutes, not really knowing what to do.
"...I was going to make you breakfast, but you're awake." Sasori stated.
"...I am not letting you in my kitchen, un." I said flatly, narrowing me eyes. "God knows what you'll make."

Sasori looked slightly offended, but smiled none the less. "I can make whatever you like! Waffles, toast, pancakes, apples, anything!"
"You can't make apples, un." I stated, feeling my eye twitch slightly.

"But I can~!" The red-head grinned.
"...I don't think so."

Sasori sat up, revealing to be wearing one of my favourite shirts.
"I-Is that...My shirt...?" I seethed, glaring at the piece of clothing.
"Sure is, it's comfy!" The red-head smiled, pawing at the piece of fabric.

I growled. "Listen up." The red-head gave me a strange look, tilting his head. "One, you do not suit green, un. Only I suit green. Two, you are not to even touch my clothing ever again. Three, get the fuck out of my bed, and get me some cornflakes. Now."

The red-head giggled, jumping out of bed. "Righty-ho!" He cheered, running out of the room.

I let out a sigh, rolling onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillow. Big mistake, I felt as if I was suffocating.

I rolled over onto my back, staring at the ceiling. What on earth was wrong with me? I had let a complete stranger stay the night, sleep in my bed, wear my clothes, and make me food. It was almost as if I was actually asking for trouble. Kaito was right, Ikustaka was a weird, weird place.

I winced as I heard a plate smash in the kitchen, and considered throwing the red-head out of the window. However, that would be mean. For the poor guy who would have to clean the mess up, that is.

"Here comes the cornflakes train!" Sasori cooed from the hallway. I groaned, my eyes fixated on the ceiling.

I heard the door open, and sat up. Before I could look at the red-head, who was holding a box of cornflakes, grinning.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't they in a bowl, un? And where's the milk...?"
"Silly, you asked for cornflakes, not a bowl of milk!" The red-head giggled.

I winced as he opened the box, pouring the contents on my head.
"Enjoy!" He grinned.

I felt my eye twitch as I felt the cereal get caught in my hair, and crunch under my body.
"Y-You're dead..." I whispered, glaring at the red-head.
"Silly, I'm as alive as your are!" Was his reply, as he gripped the cereal box.

"Get ready to run!" I growled, ready to jump out of bed.

Sasori let out a squeal, turning on his heel. "C'mon, chase me!" He grinned, dashing out of the room.

So he wanted this.

I screeched, chasing the red-head into the living-room, around the coffee table.
"I'm going to catch you, un!" I exclaimed, holding my hands out. "And when I do, I'm going to skin you alive, and sell your body to science!"
"Try it, cornflake-kid!" Sasori cheered, attempting to crawl over the sofa, and failing miserably.

I grinned, letting out a cry of victory as I pulled the red-head by his ankles, away from the sofa. However, the little shit wouldn't give up, and proceeded to cling on.

"Let go, let go, un!" I cried, pulling harder.
"I'll never give into you!" Sasori replied dramatically, giggling.

I actually found myself laughing. Not just at the red-head, but at me too. I was actually having fun.

Sasori let out a chuckle as I let go, and turned around onto his back, smiling lazily at me.

"That was fun, I'd like to pour cornflakes on you more often!" He grinned, giving me a strange thumbs up.
"Go ahead, un. However, you're cleaning the mess up, and you'll have to face the consequences of me killing you."
"Aw, I don't want that just yet..." Sasori drawled, staring at me.

I smiled uncertainly at the red-head's humour, laughing none the less.

I sighed as I plopped myself down next to the smaller male, picking pieces of cornflakes out of my long hair.
Sasori giggled, helping me. "I like picking cornflakes out of people's hair; Especially yours."

"...That's nice to know, un." I stated, combing my blonde locks with my fingers.
"I wanna brush your hair!" The red-head grinned.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Sorry, un. You need a permitted licence to brush my hair, as well as my trust."

Sasori smiled, pecking my cheek. "Then I'll gain your trust!"

I know, I know; Short chapter.

But I needed to update. T.T

WARNING. Do not try and pour cornflakes on a Deidara in the morning (or at any time.), he will most likely kill you in the worst way imaginable.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter; Please review!^^