Writing this 'cause I'm stressed… I have so much to do and I'm too excited for writing the story- I must use my energy on something! I hope this won't sound rushed, that's really a bad habit I have, because I'm just so excited to get to the end of the chapter! Okay, well, let's get the party started, shall we?

"WHAT did you just say, un?" Deidara growled. He absolutely LOATHED being called a girl. It was a thing that bothered him ever since he was little. People bullied and made fun of him because of this. Later on, no one really bothered him about it anymore, but what's worse was- whenever he'd walk to school, random guys on the street would comment and ask him out.

Sasori shrugged. "Are you not a girl?" The blonde growled. The redhead received a nice slap on the face, and muttered something like, 'pervert'. "Ow." Seeing the bomber as angry as this, he leaned closer, centimeters away from Deidara's face.

"Why you- mmfph!" The blonde's insult was interrupted as Sasori embraced him into a kiss. His eyes widened and his face flushed red. The bomber struggled to escape. But this redhead had a very firm grip. Gentle, but firm. Eventually, he gave up. It will end when Sasori decides it to be. He felt warm arms wrap around him, and the kiss deepened. Dang, this guy was good.

Deidara gently pulled back, signaling he needed air. Sasori didn't protest. Once Deidara took in a few breaths and realized what he'd just done, he let out a shrill shriek. The redhead covered his ears. This lasted for nearly five minutes. Was he crazy? What just happened? Deidara's face flushed. Sasori thought this was cute. "Did you just…" The blonde ran his tongue over his lips.

"Yep, it was hot," Sasori replied casually, as if nothing had happened. "I can tell you enjoyed it. You can thank me now." This cost him another slap across the face, but worth it. The blonde could use some work though. "Ow, that hurt…" He whined. He got a cold glare from Deidara as it read, 'You deserve it'.

"My boyfriend would have never done something like this, un." Deidara crossly muttered quietly to himself.

"Your boyfriend?" Sasori repeated blankly, overhearing.

"Really, it's nothing, un." Deidara reached into his leather bag and pulled out his sketch book, then turned to one of the pages inside. Truth was, there was really only one person who cared about him when no one else did. The blonde let out a sad sigh. Sasori raised an eyebrow at this, clearly noticing the bomber's sudden change in mood.

"If you love your boyfriend, then why do you sound so sad?" The redhead asked, his voice full of concern for once.

Deidara hesitated for a moment, then answered, not caring who he was talking to. "He just left me a few years back. All he said was 'Thank you, Deidara,' and then he was gone. I never saw him again." Sasori stared at the sketch in interest. He flipped to a page where a photo was pasted, and Sasori noticed it was of Deidara, happy, but half of it was torn off. Clearly someone else was supposed to be in it, but cut out?

"Turn back to the sketch." Deidara obeyed without protesting. Sasori looked at the boy in the sketch. "Hey, this is your boyfriend? What's his name? Handsome devil. He reminds me of myself." This got him another slap.

"His name was Sasori, like you. Sure, you may look alike, and have the same names, but he was kind, caring, generous," The blonde replied icily. "He cared about me- not like some looker like you, un."

"Looker?" Sasori questioned. The bomber sighed.

"Must I explain everything? Fine. A looker is the word my friends and I used for players with exceptional looks, and especially cold hearts." The blonde glared at him. "Just by watching you I can tell you're one of them. Lookers are the worst kind of players. Their appearances grab you in, making you convinced that they actually love you. But they don't."

"Oh really? Is there anything I can do to clear my name?"

Deidara slapped him once more. "You don't have to clear your name, I already know your kind will never change." He took his book and ignored the whimpers he heard. Surprisingly, Sasori actually stayed quiet after a few minutes. The silence made Deidara feel a little guilty for abusing the guy. Sure, Deidara the redhead aggravated him, but he did show some similarities of that boyfriend he missed dearly.

A few moments later Sasori let out a murmur that sounded like, "I'm bored." Deidara, once again, ignored him. That's when he felt that same warmth from earlier by his side. He let out a yelp and dropped the book he was reading. The blonde growled in frustration. Scratch that. He had no resemblance to his old boyfriend. He couldn't get anything done with Sasori around.

"Watcha reading?" Sasori asked. His cabin mate ignored him. So he looked at the cover to see the title. "Ah, it's that book! It's a good read, believe me." The blonde shifted his head slightly, only to glare at the redhead. "As if you read." Sasori whimpered and put on his best puppy dog eyes. "Dei-chan, you're a meanie…" He snuggled with the bomber and placed himself in a comfortable position. Deidara didn't even flinch.

By watching that blue eye wander across the page, Sasori could tell that Deidara was trying so hard to ignore him that he couldn't focus on reading, even when the redhead was completely silent. For a while Sasori just stayed quiet and read with the blonde. Unexpectedly, Deidara reads so slowly. Sasori was always a quick-witted person, and wanted to get things done as soon as possible- and always rushed while doing it. Deidara was a person who liked to take his time and get things right. They were the exact opposite as each other.

The door opened just when the pair had reached chapter 8. Deidara was a little shocked at how he had managed to read four chapters with Sasori there.

"Ah, getting comfy, are we? I see you've gotten along with him fine, Deidara." The blonde looked up, recognizing the voice of his friend. Deidara shot him a glare. "Okay, okay," Kisame said, noticing the glare. "You can tell me about it later. It's time for lunch." Sasori got up and started walking away. Deidara sighed as he put his book away. That guy was always in a rush.

"So, what have you got to tell me?" Kisame chuckled as Deidara let out an exasperated sigh.

"Seriously, what is he? I've never met another person in my life that annoys me as much as that redhead. And he's nearly impossible to ignore! And such a perverted player…" Deidara noticed how his rant had spilled so easily. Kisame just grinned.

"Don't worry, he's a nice guy. Once you get to know him." He said as they arrived at the outdoor cafeteria. Deidara decided to change the subject.

"Are you getting pasta or soup?"

Kisame groaned. "Don't remind me. The food here is so disgusting. Just enough not to let us starve. Anyway, I think the soup is better, but lots of people here prefer the pasta." His friend left for the soup line before it got too long. Deidara headed for the pasta line, which thankfully wasn't too long, since they came pretty early. He sat at an empty table at the edge of the cafeteria, hoping no one would come his way.

Unfortunately, the odds were not in his favor. From the opposite direction he had come from, some tall, gangster looking guys were talking loudly and laughing among themselves. That's why everyone had crowded in the middle of the cafeteria. The group paused as they caught sight of Deidara, who was eating calmly, aware of their presence but trembling in fear inside.

"Hey, boss, isn't that a newcomer sitting at our table?" One of the rather short members pointed out.

The largest member, a brunette grinned. "Oh yea, never seen her around before." He whistled. "Maybe we won't be so hard on this hot chick."

As the group moved closer and closer, Deidara's nervousness grew. Some of the other campers had noticed this and started staring at Deidara, waiting for his reaction. The largest member walked forward.

"Hey, hottie. Excuse me, but that's our table. But you do look rather amusing. Will you become my new toy?" The guy smirked.

The blonde slapped him. "As if, un. By the way, I'm a boy." Several members of the group looked shocked. Other people in the cafeteria began to stare and 'oohed'. This just made the tall man angry. "Well, this is OUR table, and you have three seconds to move before I-"

"Excuse me, but he doesn't have to move at all, and you're not doing anything to him. He's mine." Deidara and the bully turned around to see a very cold looking Sasori there. The group laughed at the short boy and Deidara groaned. The flirt would never stand a chance against a whole group.

"This chick is yours? As always, you have terrible taste, Sasori." The brunette hissed the name. The blonde was actually scared because Sasori looked like he was about to explode. Instead, the redhead reacted rather calm, but kicked the bully in the stomach, who was sent flying back. The other members started to look a little worried when their leader was taken down so easily.

Sasori shot death glares at the other members. "Get lost, and keep your hands off my blonde, or I will kick you all where the sun don't shine!" The others in the cafeteria 'oohed' some more and someone yelled "The big guy got pawned!" And there were several people who laughed hysterically at the sight of the bully being beat by the shortest person on the campus.

The redhead put his arms around Deidara. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." The blonde slapped him. "What did you do that for, un? I didn't need you."

This time, Sasori actually looked so genuinely hurt that it made Deidara wish he could take that last sentence back.

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Ugh… I had this stored in my computer but was so lazy to finish it! Oh well, here it is! I really hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! The next will come soon!