Here I am, I do not own Naruto, yet. But I am not giving up.

In this chapter you will find out what happened with Tobi's cookies.

When Sasori was meeting with the others from Akatsuki he knew that something was wrong. He had been half the classes that day and had yet to see the blonde.

Sitting at the table he turned and twisted at his seat in hope of getting a glimpse of the other artist. He frowned while he tried to ignore the giggling sound from the fan girls seated near their table. Most of them were someone he had already been together with once and hoped for another round. Others were hoping for it to be their turn this time.

"Hn."

"Itachi says he is not coming." Sasori sat down and starred coldly at Kisame. Waiting for him to continue the translating, even though he hated waiting and making other people wait. There were nothing worse than such a thing. "Why is he not?"

Kisame looked over at his boyfriend who was looking directly at Sasori ignoring the others presence even though they were listening with big ears. "Hn."

"He is not coming because he is at the hospital." Sasori felt how all colour was drained from his face and he felt weak as if someone had stolen his energy without him noticing it. Thoughts of what could had happened to the boy since he had left the boy last Friday started running through his head so fast that he was starting to get dizzy.

"Hn."

"It is his mother who is in the hospital." He let out a breath he did not know he had been holding. "How do you know that? What happened?" They were talking with low voices so those from other tables would not be able to hear what they were talking about.

Itachi leaned closer and so did Kisame and Sasori. "Hn."

"Itachi's father works at the hospital in the next city in the department for hearts. He told him that Deidara's mother's heart stopped working last Friday. Deidara arrived there late at the evening and have not left her side since then even though she has not been showing signs of waking up anytime soon."

When Kisame stopped translating for Itachi Sasori stood up, his lunch forgotten. "Cover for me the rest of the day, will you?"

"Where are you going?" He looked over at Konan who seemed to be just as pale as he felt like. "I am going to check up at the brat and make sure he is okay." The others nodded and Sasori left the cafeteria.

Scrowling he went to where his car was parked. The students he met on his way out hurried out of reach. Sasori knew he was famous for his temper. It was one of the few feelings he ever showed people outside Akatsuki. Even the most love crazy girl knew better than to try to disturb him when he was like this.

Leaving the school in his var Sasori was in deep thought about what he should do and say when he arrived. He was not good at dealing with emotions. It was Konan's thing. Hell, even Hidan was better to deal with it than him. Even though the jashinist fucked it up most of the time.

Not caring about the police or others in the traffic he parked in front of the hospital. The building was enormous. He was not surprised. The Uchiha's were rich and since they owned the place it was only naturally that they would show it to other people.

Stopping a nurse in the door he holds her and looked her in the eyes. "Will you tell me what room I can find mrs. Iwa in?"

"Are you a friend of the family?" He frowned. Most of the personal in the hospital knew him as one of Itachi's friend and would not ask that kind of questions. Even if this woman looked old she could not have been working there for a long time since she did not recognise his cloak.

"I have classes with Deidara."

"The son?" She sounded nearly loving the way she talked about Deidara and made him feel a pang of jealously. The woman nodded "He has bee here all weekend. The poor boy had not spoken or done anything at all since he arrived. We are all really worried about him. You probably already know this but he does not have anyone else than his mother. Here are we. Room 314. Do you want me to go in with you?" He shook hs head glad to get away from the woman Not only did she made him worry more about Deidara than he already was doing, which he had not thought possible, but she could not shut up.

Sasori stood in front of the door, oblivious to the people around him. He had started to doubt if this really was such a great idea. He did not know the blonde well enough. Maybe he would not let him in.

Taking a deep breath he grabbed the door handle and opened the door.

The room was far too bright to be comfortable. Machines were lined up around the only bed in the room where a pale woman lay with her eyes closed. Sasori could see where Deidara had got his beauty from. The woman looked like an older and more feminine version of Deidara.

A low groan made him move his attention from the woman to a person who sat in a chair next to the bed.

The weekend had changed his Deidara. The blonde was in deep thoughts and did not seem to notice his presence. His hair was lose and looked like it neededa brush and his skin was pale. He had dark bags under his eyes and looked like he had neither slept nor eaten since school last Friday. Somehow he did not doubt that.

There were wet spots at his cheeks and Sasori knew that the other boy had been crying not so long ago.

Sasori kneeled down in front of the other boy and tried to catch his gaze. Deidara's blue eyes were unfocussed. It was as if he was not really there.

"You need someone to take care of you, don't you brat?"

"Danna, un?" He patted the boy's knee. "That is right. I'm here. You are not alone. I am here for you."

Sasori watched as Deidara seemed to come back to the living's world. "How are you doing, brat?"

"Fine, un." Sasori felt like laughing. Not the happy kind that clowns and such gave him. But a laugh where he felt like crying.

"You are definitely not fine, brat. What would your mother say if she saw you like this?" When he was tears in Deidara's eyes Sasori nearly panicked. "They do not even know if she will wake up again, un."

"Of course she will wake up. No one would want to leave such a being as you all alone."

"My father already did, un."

"Forget about him. When your mother wakes up she will need your help. So don't let her see you in such a miserable state."

When Sasori continued staring out in the space Sasori stood up and sighed. "Alright, brat. You does not leave me any choice. Do not say that I did not try."

Without further warning Deidara felt himself being lifted and placed over a shoulder with a hand firmly placed on his ass. "D-danna, un. What are you doing, un?" He started twisting and turning to get free as Sasori walked out of the hospital room. "Since you do not seem to be set on taking care of yourself someone else has to do so."

"But my mum, un."

"Will understand and probably also agree with me."

Deidara blushed when SAsori walked through the hospital with him over his shoulder. He could feel the others stare even though they did not try to help him. "I hate you, danna, un."

"No, you do not." Deidara frowned. "And how do you know that, un?" He could not hide the surprise in his voice and knew that Sasori was smirking. It seemed like he was always doing so. ""Because you are still calling me danna, brat."

Like last time they drove in silence. But unlike the last time it was not a comfortable silence and Deidara did not enjoy the scenery. He wanted to go back to the hospital and sit by his mother's side and keep an eye at her.

Deep down Deidara knew Sasori was right. His mother would not approve it if whe woke up and was what he had been doing to himself. He shook his head. When, not if. She will wake up. I know it. She would not leave me alone, un.

The car stopped in front of a big, white apartment building at the same street as where Zetsu and Tobi lived. Deidara's body was shaking and he felt cold and hot at the very same time. He knew that Sasori was watching him with a frown but he did not care. He just wanted to lie down and sleep for a little while.

Deidara felt himself being lifted and leaned into the touch with closed eyes. "How long is it you ate last time? You weight nothing. My school-bag is heavier than you. And you are cold as ice. Did the nurses not take care of you while you where there?"

When the brat mumbled something he did not catch Sasori just shook his head and let them inside the apartment building and into the elevator.

On their way up towards the top he leaned against the wall and watched the other boy through half-closed eyelids. "How did you come to the hospital, brat? Did someone drive you?" Now it was Deidara's time to shake his head as Sasori stepped out of the elevator and took fort his key to the apartment. "All the way?" It did not take long if one was driven. But on foot it was a pretty long distance. "Un."

"When it rained?" For a reason it took a look of him to ask that question. "Un."

Sasori sighed while he made his way through the rooms with the blonde boy in his arms after leaving his shoes in the entrance. He did not think that Deidara could walk without help. "And now you are sick and those idiotic nurses did not notice because they were so fucking busy with your mother."

By the sound of Deidara's giggling Sasori stopped mid-step. "When you talk like that, un, you sound like Hidan."

Smirking he walked inside a bathroom and placed the brat at the toilet seat. After locking the door and turning on the water to the tube he turned his attention towards Deidara.

The blonde artist had not moved from where he had been placed. It almost seemed like he was going back to the trance like state he had been in at the hospital. He undressed himself until he was only in his boxer's then walked over to Deidara who still had yet to move or say anything.

"The faster we get started the faster it will be over."

When he made a move to remove the blonde's gloves Deidara jerked away from him. He found wide, blue eyes staring up at as if he was some kind of a strange animal. "What are you doing, un?"

"Making you ready for your bath. You cannot bathe with your clothes on."

If he had thought that Deidara could not get any paler he was proven wrong. The blonde stood up at his long, slender legs and leaned away from him. "I don't need a bath, un."

"Oh yes you do. In case I haven't noticed you smell and you are dirty. And a bath will help you with your cold."

Still Deidara backed away from him and shook his head. "Not with you in here, un." Sasori had to bite back an angry answer. Even if he thought the blonde was acting stupid he could see he was scared for some reason he did not understand. "You are too weak to be alone in here. What if you fall and hit your head?"

Deidara bit his lip and was looking anywhere else than at him. "Are you going in yourself or do I have to force you?"

Head bowed in defeat Deidara stepped away from the wall he had been leaning against. With shaking hands he started undressin himself. First the shoes and socks and then his jeans and boxers. Until he was standing in nothing else than a shirt and his gloves.

Sasori stood a little away from him and watched the process. He did not understand why the brat was hesitating now. Normally people would have more troubles with removing what he had already done rather than what he had left to wear.

He did not miss the tears that were running down Deidara's cheeks as the brat first took of his gloves and then let the shirt follow the same way.

The puppeteer's eyes did not move from Deidara's chest. Right over his heart there was something which looked like an extra mouth which had been sewed shut. "What is that, brat?"

"Sorry un." The blonde's head was bowed and for the first time Sasori noticed how much he was shaking both from his cold but also from something else which he could not define.

"I better get going, un." Deidara bowed down to gather his clothes. He tried to silence his sobs and ignore the tears which were running down his cheeks. He knew this had been a bad idea. Now Sasori would know what kind of freak he was. Tomorrow it would be all over the school. He would have to leave Konan. Move away. His mother would have to stay where she was for the moment. He could only hope that no one would find out and try to hurt her.

Deidara yelped in surprise when two strong arms locked around his waist and forced him to stand still. The skin to skin contact made him blush- The feeling of something hard pocking against his rear made him wiggle to get free. "If we do not hurry our bath will be cold."

He was helped over to the tube and seated down in the warm water. Deidara closed his eyes and curled into a ball. He sat in the far corner and did not try to move away. He did not understand why he had not been thrown out of the house yet.

First when Sasori slipped into the tube Deidara got out of his deep thoughts. Before he could react Sasori had arranged his arms around his waist and made him sit at his lap. "What do you want, un?" Deidara found it hard to keep the panic out of his voice and tried to get away. Sasori only tightened his grip and started nuzzling his neck. "Relax, brat. I won't do anything you do not approve."

When Sasori's lips brushed against a sensitive spot near his collarbone Deidara cast his head back and moaned. Still he could not help the tears which were leaking out. "Please, danna. Please stop, un."

The mouth were removed but Sasori did still not let go of him. "Don't you enjoy it?"

"Yes un." He could nearly feel how the other boy was smirking behind him. "Then let us continue."

"Why are you doing this, un?"

Sasori froze. His mouth close to the others skin. He could hear tears and fear in the blonde's voice. "Because you need someone to take care of you." He wanted to say more. Tell Deiadra how much he enjoyed being near and talking with him. If he did not know any better he would say he was in love. The feeling he had now was some he had never felt for anyone before.

"Don't you hate me?" Choked he placed a hand at the blonde's face and forved him to turn his head to look him into the eyes. "Why would I hate you, brat?" His voice was low. It was not necessary raising to be heard when it was only the two of them and they sat this close.

"Because I am a freak with four mouths, un."

"Four?" His little artist turned his palms upwards so Sasori could see his palms. His palm-mouths opened and let out the tongues. Probably to taste the water and soap on his hands.

Deidara flinched when Sasori reached around him and encircled his wrists with only one of his hands. He leaned forward so his head was resting at Deidara's shoulder. "Do you really think I would care about such a silly thing? Have you forgotten who I hang out with?"

The blonde artist shook his head. Even without looking he knew Sasori was smiling softly though he did not understand why. "Exactly how many people do you think thinks we are normal?" Sasori held in a short moment to give him a little time to think about it. "I mean. Kisame's skin is blue. Konan has blue hair and Zetsu is a cannibal. If I do not them as freaks why should you be any different?"

Deep in thoughts Deidara let Sasori wash his hair and later dry him after their bath.

Dazzled he was lead from the bathroom and into a big and bright kitchen. After letting himself being seated Deidara watched as Sasori searched through the kitchen trying to find something eatable.

"I have cookies, strawberries and tuna, which looks like it is a little too old." After throwing out the tuna Sasori sat next to him and placed the cookies and a bowl with strawberries between them. At the box with cookies Tobi's name was writing all over.

"You need to eat something." When Deidara did not answer Sasori sighed and leaned closer to him. "Will you eat for me?"

"Un."

Still Deidara did not move nor did he make a try to reach for any of the food in front of him. "Very well brat. Look at me." Deidara turned slowly his head and looked into his danna's eyes. His eyes became crossed when Sasori leaned closer.

Lips were pressed against his and bruised his lips. When he felt a tongue beg for entrance Deidara opened his mouth without a second thought.

Instead of a tongue something soft and sweet filled his mouth and Sasori moved away from him with a smirk playing at his lips. Deidara looked around to see if there were other people in the room. Sure the lights in his danna's eyes could not be because of him.

"Am I going to do this all day or are you going to eat on your own?" Deidara shock his head not trusting his own voice before he turned his full attention towards the food in front of him. From his side he heard his danna chuckle low.

Deidara was so dazed from the feelings Sasori's little game had awoken inside of him that he barely noticed it when he was lifted from the chair after they had finished their meal. He was walked down a hall and through a door.

He glanced around noticing an overall theme of dark red and black as he was placed onto the bed that was in the center of the room. He was popped against the pillows by Sasori and covered by blankets.

"Sweet dreams, my Deidara."

He was fast asleep when Sasori laid down next to him and tugged the smaller boy closer to him. "I love you, brat."

Sorry, no yaoi YET.

Next: Lunch at school with Akatsuki. Sasori finds out about Konan's plan.

Until then.