Days Go By
.::a fic for everyone who adores the Akatsuki.::.
Part Four
.::Sasori and Deidara::.
It was around the end of her freshman year that Deidara thought she might possibly like Sasori as more then a friend.
She was by herself, painting busily, humming, when she needlessly glanced downat her sketchbook.
Her hand froze and her brush dropped.
"UNNN?" She quickly blushed as her roommate, a junior named Citra, poked her head in Deidara's side and asked if she was okay.
"I'm fine, u-un," She stammered, using her body to hide the picture that had freaked her out.
The orange-haired girl raised an eyebrow, but disappeared again.
Deidara felt her blush return full on as she stared down at the picture she'd mindlessly drew in math.
"Sasori-danna," She whispered, touching the picture. She'd outdone herself-it was a perfect resemblance of the sophomore, even down to his trademark smirk.
She blushed even more furiously. There was no mistaking it; it was the kind of picture that could be drawn be someone hopelessly in love.
Fuck, She thought, rubbing her forehead. What was she going to do?
"Konan...do you, er...really like anyone, un?"
The blue-haired junior arched an eyebrow at the blushing blond freshman, who was rubbing the back of her neck, rocking on her heels, and not meeting the other female's eyes.
She smirked as it clicked. "Yes."
"Have you, uh..." Here the blond stopped again. "Told them? Unn," She barely squeaked out.
"No...I'm assuming you're trying to figure out how to tell this person you like that you like them," Konan said gently.
Deidara coughed, messing with her hair. "I am, un," She managed to spit out.
"I see. Do I know this person?"
Dead silence. Deidara turned more red.
"Alrighty then...Tobi?"
The blond choked. "WHAT? No way, un! Just...un!" The female spat out.
Konan laughed. "Sasori?"
The blond turned a furious red, hands nervously playing with her ponytail.
"Its a good thing he likes red," The motherly junior teased, before turning serious. "I won't tell you how, or when to tell him, Dei. That's up to you. Just don't let him slip away," The junior warned.
"Hai, Thank you, Konan, un."
The rest of Deidara's freshman year rushed by, and before she knew it she was a sophomore, still out-of-her-mind liking Sasori.
As much as she felt nervous seeing her crush again, she still wanted to see him, Zetsu, Konan, Itachi, and Pein again. So when the first lunch rolled around, she stuffed her books in her bag and took off running.
"DEIDARA-CHAN!" cried the hyperactive Tobi, the first to notice her.
She smiled back (he'd dropped his crush on her) and easily jogged the rest of the way to their spot, her hair swishing back and forth. "Hey, guys, un," She greeted warmly, dropping her bag in the pile of bags.
"Spitfire grew!" Hidan chuckled. "And not in the height department!"
She threw a shoe at him, and turned to say hello to Sasori.
He was all tan, and lithe but muscly. Her inner fangirl squealed; he'd gotten more... gorgeous over the summer.
"Danna!" She squealed happily, diving at him and going in for a hug. She snuggled into him as he hugged her back, before pulling away and smiling at him.
She could hear the other Akatsuki members smirking as he, himself, smirked at her. "Brat," He greeted coolly, a hint of affection in his voice.
She could feel her heart thumping wildly and she tried hard to will away her blush.
She was here, surronded by her friends, next to her crush, and she felt at home.
"Un!" She exclaimed, smacking her forehead. She began to dig through her bag, pulling out her folder. "I was bored over the summer, un..."
She passed two pictures to Konan, one of the motherly figure folding origami, the second a picture of the ten of them, at lunch, doing what they normally did.
Suddenly she was surronded by her friends, all of them demanding if she had made them pictures.
Pein's was of the orange-haired male lounging in a high-backed chair, psycholgy and lawyer books the floor.
Kisame's was of the junior sleeping in a wide, long blue bed with messed up sheets and covers tossed on the floor. The male's head rested on a giant stuffed shark, and a smaller one was dwarfed in his arms.
The next portrait was of Tobi dancing around in a candy store, a gigantic lollipop in his hands.
Itachi was beautifully portrayed studying in a dorm room, pictures displayed everywhere around the room.
Hidan's had been, to Deidara's surprise, one of the most fun to draw. The silver-haired male was placed at a club bar, head titled back as he drunk from a glass, other hand pushing a guy away from him.
Zetsu was surronded by a greenhouse, the male wandering amongest tall, green plants, a slight smile on his face.
Kakuzu's was last, the male searching amongest jean pockets for bills and coins.
Later that night, Deidara, feeling guilty for not having a picture for her danna, painted in silence.
"No portrait for me?" Sasori, across the room, broke the silence.
"I'm still working on yours," The sophomore explained. "You keep escaping me, danna, un."
The older male surveyed her through interested and affectionate eyes before nodding. "I'm sure it will be beautiful art," He offered, before turning back to his own piece.
Deidara felt her tempature rise, heat dusting her cheeks.
Soon, through a whirlwind of time and her friends, it was her junior year, she'd watched Konan, Kakuzu, Pein, and Zetsu graduate, and now she would soon be facing Sasori leave her.
She lazed about in the sunshine with Hidan, Kisame, Tobi, and Itachi-Sasori hadn't appeared yet-her legs soaking up the sun rays.
"You gonna do track again?" Kisame asked her suddenly. She blinked, looking over at him.
"Think so, un," She said, throwing her hair over her shoulder.
A few more seconds of silence reigned before Hidan began to bitch about missing Kakuzu (the two had gotten together two months before the now graduate-school-bound male had graduated from college). Deidara's eyes twitched as the platnium senior's voice turned into a whine.
Huffing, she threw a shoe at his head. "Cultboy! Shut the fuck up, un! Some of us here are still single, and would much appreciate it if you shut the hell up, un!"
Silence reigned for a few seconds before Kisame began to roar with laughter, sides shaking. Tobi soon joined in, giggling, and Hidan pouted as Deidara smiled in victory and Itachi smirked, amused.
The blond felt happy-there had been a lot of tension since the first Akatsuki graduation, and now it was starting to break, for them to begin to become whole again.
"What did I miss?" Sasori approached, eyebrow raised.
"Platnium got told by Blondie," Kisame smirked.
Deidara met Sasori's eyes, happyness bubbling up in her as his features softened as he looked at her.
It was now June, and Deidara was finding ways to constantly be around Sasori.
It was the day before he graduated, and the two artists were enjoying each other's company, taking a break from their crazy friends.
"Uhm...Danna, un?" She stumbled over the words, suddenly emboldened, for reasons she couldn't explain.
The senior looked back at her. "Hmm? What is it, brat?"
She could feel her cheeks going red, and she bit her lip. "Uhm...I, uh...I like you, un," She finally got the words out, feeling her heart sink as silence fell.
Then, the next thing she knew, she was pulled towards Sasori, his lips on hers.
Finally, he pulled back. "Stupid brat. Why didn't you say something earlier?"
She lit up in happiness, blushing a tad. "I wasn't sure if you felt the same, danna, un."
"Well...now you know I do," He said. "Brat-chan."
Deidara pouted for a moment, before going to her bag and pulling on a picture of Sasori painting in the outdoors.
"It was the first one I did, un," She admitted.
He smirked, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I know."
The blond clapped happily, bouncing on her feet as she watched the college graduates line up near the stage.
Itachi, on her left, was eagerly looking for Kisame. The two had ended up together at the beginning of the year, and seemed smitten. Tobi was on her right, eagerly texting Zetsu, as the other four members of Akatsuki had seats elsewhere. Deidara bit her lip, feeling ecstatic as she watched first Hidan, then Kisame, then Sasori cross the stage and graduate.
The female hollered, clapping loud. She'd been stupid to think she'd lose Sasori, the Akatsuki...
The only way she could lose them was to let go.
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A/N:Awwwwwwwwwwww! Yay, this made me happy... . This chapter was so fun to write. Lol...Hidan cracks me up.
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