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Summary: AU Fic. Sasori was a successful businessman who sells puppets. On the way to a business meeting one day, Sasori's car broke down. Deciding not to make his fellow businessmen wait for him, he got out of his car and decided to walk towards his destination until…
A/n: Finally! I've finished writing chapter 2. Eek...sorry, if I took me too long. Writer's block. o.O
Italics are thoughts.
Chapter 2
A stream of melody, which was the sound of the redhead's alarm clock reached Sasori's ears and his eyes fluttered open. A hand reached out to turn off the alarm clock. He lay on his bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He lay on his bed for a while before deciding it was time for him to get up and prepare himself.
Sasori's cell-phone rang the moment he stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in only a towel, water dripped from his hair. He grabbed the cell-phone, which was placed next to the bed and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Sasori-sama, Coughs I'm sorry Coughs I Coughs couldn't pick you up today Coughs" The familiar voice of Sasori's chauffeur reached his ears. The redhead raised his brows as the man continued, "You see Coughs I'm sick."
'Of all times to fall sick, he chooses now to fall ill…' Sasori thought bitterly. "I'll get a cab then, Kabuto." Said the redhead, "Will you be well then, by tomorrow? Or do you want to take another day off?"
"Coughs I guess I'll be fine by tomorrow. Coughs" Kabuto told his boss. "Well, Coughs I guess that's all, Coughs Sasori-sama. Coughs Have a nice day then. Coughs Bye." Then, the silver hair man hung up.
'You better be better by tomorrow… ' Sasori thought. Then, he too hung up with a sigh, dreading with the thoughts of being alone in a foreign country.
It was not like he was afraid or something…just a little unused to it, because he always had a private assistant around or at least a chauffeur with him whenever he went for a business trip in a foreign country.
After getting himself all ready for work, Sasori picked up the phone and dialed for the hotel receptionist and requested for a cab. Just as he was about to go out, his cell-phone rang again.
'What is it, this time?' Thought the redhead, annoyed. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out the n75 cell-phone. He froze when the name of the caller flashed across the screen of his cell-phone.
'SAKURA HARUNO…' Sasori's eyebrow twitched at the name as the image of an annoying lady with pink hair flashed across the redhead's mind.
Sakura Haruno was Sasori's supposedly fiancée. Well that was before she ditched him for a lad named Sasuke, who happened to be Sasori's private assistant - Itachi's little brother. Said-little-brother-of-Itachi seemed to have broken up with the pink haired lady a month later. Serves her right!
Actually the redhead had not intended to date that pink haired lady who was the daughter of some wealthy family in Suna. It was all Sasori's grandma – Chiyo's idea. Sasori had obediently complied with his grandmother's request and got engaged with Sakura after going out for about two months.
Sasori definitely did not hate the girl for ditching him because for one, the redhead himself did not take their relationship seriously, and two, he was kinda glad that Sakura was the one who brought up the subject of breaking up with him. Well, if he were the one who brought up the subject of breaking up with the pink haired lady, his grandmother would be nagging him to no end. And that was the last thing the redhead had ever wanted.
Then, the reason why the redhead disliked (well, he did not hate her, just dislike her) the pink-haired lady was… after her break-up with Sasuke, Sakura had been annoying the hell out of Sasori by frequently calling him and saying how sorry she was in hopes that they could get back together.
Sasori had told her 'no' for so many times, that he had lost count. Sasori's own grandmother was no help either. That old woman was always on Sakura's side and told the redhead that he should give that pink hair lady a chance. This time, Sasori had stated firmly that he do not wish to have anything to do with Sakura Haruno.
The pink haired lady didn't seem to get the hint and finally it left Sasori no choice but to put on a show that would make Sakura give up. And about the show that Sasori was forced to pull, he didn't want to think about it, but it had something to do with him dating a certain raven and convincing the pink hair lady that he was gay - gay with his private assistant. That was probably absurd, but at least the pink hair lady believed him and left him alone.
After the tenth ring, Sasori decided to answer the phone. "What is it, Haruno-san?" His voice came out monotone.
"Sasori-kun…"
'Drop the 'kun', goddamn it!' Thought Sasori as his brows furrowed. "Yea? What do you want this time, Haruno-san? I thought I had told you clear enough…that…"
"I know that you are lying, Sasori. You were not gay." Sakura cut him off. "I had verified it from Itachi-san…"
With that, Sasori's eyes widened. 'What the…did Itachi betrayed me?' The redhead thought. 'But…Itachi doesn't seem like someone who would do something like that.' It was unless Sakura somehow managed to find out that Itachi was actually dating Sasuke and not the redhead. Then that would make sense, because Sakura loved skiing, and it was not rare for her to bump into the Uchiha brothers during their skiing trip.
"…" Sasori went speechless for a moment, but then he found his voice again, "Look, Haruno-san, I'm a very busy man. If you would like to talk about all this," His inner self thought, 'Which I hope that you don't.' The redhead continued, "At least, wait for me to get back from work…"
"I'm going to Iwa." Sakura stated flatly.
'Oh great.' Sasori thought sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "Do whatever you want, woman." The redhead looked at his watch. 'Damn, this woman is getting me late.' Sasori then said a quick goodbye and hung up.
Bolting out of his room, he managed to catch the lift before the door close. 'Damn…why am I always late these few days?' Thought the redhead bitterly.
The cab was already waiting for him at the entrance and the redhead wasted no time in getting into the vehicle and of course he wasted no time in telling the driver the destination. Then, he slumped back in the passenger seat, exhausted from the running.
The last thing the redhead wanted was to be caught up in a traffic jam, but now here he was, trapped in a yellow vehicle without any clue of how to get himself out of this situation. Just then, a tap could be heard on the right side of the passenger's seat window. Sasori then spotted a blond grinning at him through the window. It was the blond that he met last night – Deidara.
Sasori blinked, twice. 'Now how the heck did the blond find him here?' His eyes scanned the blond, noticing that the blond was wearing a helmet and sitting on a rather nice looking motorbike. Still, the left side of Deidara's face was still covered by his long fringe.
Sasori wind down the window. Just then, the blond greeted him, "Hey morning, Sasori-san. It's a surprise to meet you here un."
'I'm even more surprise, brat.' Thought the redhead.
"Looks like you are trapped in this jam here un." Deidara stated.
Sasori looked unamused, "And you?"
Deidara grinned, "Me? Well, I'll be out of this jam in no time with this baby un." He declared as he patted the front of his motorbike.
"Then why aren't you?" The redhead pointed out.
"Well, for one, the light is still red un."
Sasori raised a brow, "Oh…"
"So, you want a ride un?" Deidara asked the redhead, which surprised the redhead for he did not expect the offer.
"Excuse me?" Sasori's eyes widened.
"I said, do you want a ride to your destination un?" The blond repeated his question. "You look like you are in a hurry un."
That was true. Sasori had desperately needed to get out of this traffic jam because he knew that he would be LATE if he did not. He eyed the blond suspiciously, why did he offer him a ride even though they barely know each other.
As if he could read Sasori's mind, Deidara said, "Well, since you helped me last night so un…"
Sasori eyed the motorbike. Sure it was a nice thing, no doubt…but was it safe? Sasori had never been on a bike before (not that it was even necessary for him. He had his personal driver, a car and all that, so why do he need to get himself a dangerous vehicle like a motorbike?)
"Better hurry un." Deidara's voice snapped Sasori out of his trance. "I'll have to go when the light turns green un." He glanced at the traffic light that was still red.
Sasori's mind made a quick weighing about the pros and cons of getting the ride on Deidara's bike. The pros, he would make it in time for work, he did not have to get stuck in a traffic jam… the cons, the ride might be dangerous and he barely knew the blond. Somehow, Sasori decided to go on with the ride because he really hated to make others wait for him.
"Fine." Turning, Sasori paid the cab driver the amount of money then he proceeded to get out of the cab. The blond helped him onto the bike and handed him a helmet that the blond said to belong to his sister. Deidara nodded after Sasori had given him the name of the destination he was heading.
The traffic light turned green at that time as the bike took off. Sasori clutched his briefcase tightly with a hand, the other hand seemed to grasp onto Deidara's clothes. The redhead kept his eyes shut during the whole ride.
'What did I get myself into?' Sasori thought as he prayed to whatever deity there was, that he would survive the ride. He could feel the cold wind beating against his face and it felt kind of nice because the sun was blaring hot at the moment.
"We are here un."
The bike came to a halt and Sasori's eyes opened automatically when he found himself lunging forward due to inertia, and he crashed against the back of the blond. Sasori felt his cheeks turned red as he inhaled the other's scent.
The redhead's eyes widened in alarm as he immediately steadied himself as his grasped on Deidara's clothes loosened. The part of the fabric where Sasori had grasped hold on seemed to be in a darker color because it was soaked with the redhead's sweat.
"Thanks, I guess…" Sasori mumbled as he hopped down the bike and handed the blond the helmet.
"You're welcome un." Azure eyes stared into maroon ones as a hand reached out to take the helmet away but instead, the hand felt skin instead.
Sasori froze at the contact, but his eyes not leaving Deidara's. The contact lasted about three seconds before Sasori dropped the helmet to the ground, snapping both of them out of their trance.
"I'm sorry." Sasori apologized before picking up the helmet by its strap and returning it to the blond. He looked away, or more exactly, at his watch. "Well, I guess I'll have to go now, I'm going to be late if I don't."
"Okay un." Deidara nodded before he turned his attention towards his bike.
"By the way…care to have lunch with me?" Sasori said all of a sudden. "My way of saying thank you and all that…"
"That would be nice un." The blond beamed. "So, I pick you up at noon un?"
"I guess…" Sasori nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact with the blond.
"Well, see you then, un." With that, the blond took off with his bike.
TBC…
A/n: O.o I seriously dunno what to say… Weird chapter? XD Anyway, please R&R. Thanks. Oh yea…I didn't really re-read the whole thing cuz I'm too lazy to. Gomen if I made too many mistakes…