AN: Whew! Pumping out the chapters like a good little author. Of course Delightful Sin is cracking the whip at my back for me to write, but I think its time I returned the favor. My readers should go find Delightful Sin and read her fic Sky Blue Eyes and review it. It's got SasoDei, it's got vampires, and it's well written! What more could you want?
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nope.
WARNING: This fiction has yaoi, strong sexual themes, and lots of "harsh language." Don't like it? Then do direct yourself to another fiction, though if you've made it to the third chapter then I highly doubt that you mind.
One thing Sasori hated was getting out and about on his days off. Yes, groceries were a necessity of life, but having to dodge carts and watch mothers haplessly try to control their screaming children was too much. On this day, however, he needed eggs, milk, and cheese for his latest experiment in cooking, and since he tended to live on the bare minimums, a trip to the store was needed.
Begrudgingly, he walked from his apartment to the store nearby, slipping into the store and grabbing a cart before heading straight for the eggs. Passing one pouting, crying child had him ready to go home, knowing full well that Saturday wasn't the day to be at the store. Usually he had a strict routine of going to the store on Tuesday evenings so he could avoid the crowds, because on Saturdays, well…
"Mommy! Why can't I have the jump rope?" a child's voice screamed from two aisles away, but Sasori may as well have been standing next to the little wretch. Insert a quiet reply and then another round of screaming, and the redhead could practically feel his migraine starting to grow from the back of his head.
Reaching his destination, he put the cart off to the side and out of the way, walking up to the shelves and picking up one carton. Opening it up, he inspected each egg carefully to make sure they weren't cracked. After setting down the first two cartons, he took the third back to his cart and started down to get the milk he needed.
Sasori prided himself in only getting the best ingredients. Paying a little extra didn't hurt his budget when it came to food. While he much rather would've gotten things from the country farmers, he couldn't stand the crowds that the town's one farmers' market drew in, so he settled for a high-end store just a few blocks from his apartment.
Once more he dodged people who seemed like they were in too much of a rush and frantic mothers. He sympathized with one man he passed by, clearly being drug around by his girlfriend against his will.
The experiences with his last two girlfriends had been very much akin to what the man he passed was currently going through: torture. They were controlling and obsessive, nearly always barging in on one of his classes; never quite grasping the concept of what time his free hour was no matter how many times he told them. They were quick to jump to the concept of marriage after their relationship went past the one month mark, causing more headaches for the redheaded teacher. Due to this unfortunate series of failed and frustrating relationships, Sasori decided a break from women would be a very good idea. He could hardly stand them to begin with, it was a wonder he had managed to date at all.
Shaking the thought out of his mind, Sasori walked over to the refrigerated aisle, placing the cart safely out of the way before moving over to the door. Reaching out, his hand ran into something that, strangely enough, wasn't the cold metal handle he anticipated.
Retracting his hand, his hazel gaze slowly moved from the handle up to the thing he'd run into, which turned out to be a hand. Following that hand up to its owner, his gaze was met with a pair of piercing azure eyes that were carefully studying his face, a fact that made Sasori instantly uncomfortable.
"Sorry about that! I wasn't paying atten… Wait. Mr. Akasuna?" Being addressed in such a manner flipped a switch within the redhead, his body instantly stiffening and his posture straightening, going into a sort of teacher mode. "Wow! It is you! I hardly recognized you in those clothes, un!"
It was then that the voice clicked in his head. He would never forget that little speech quirk a former student of his had. "Dei…dara?" Sasori questioned, looking closely at the other male's face.
He was taller. A lot taller: at least 5' 9" to his own 5'11". Sasori remembered the blond-haired teenager being a lot shorter then him. Of course that wasn't the only thing that had grown; his hair was now to his mid-back, still slyly covering one eye, but half of it was drawn up into a sort of unique ponytail. Deidara's features had filled out slightly, though he was still quite feminine. His body type had thickened only a bit: still as thin as a pole but with a delicate curve to it. Amazing what three years could do to a growing teenager, but Deidara wasn't a teenager anymore, right?
A dazzling grin was the answer to Sasori's question, the blond holding out his hand to shake. "You remember me? Heh, I'm flattered."
Sasori was, sufficed to say, taken aback. He recalled Deidara to be rude, disgustingly blunt, over-sexed and simply disruptive. The Deidara before him, however, was far different.
Staring for a moment, he hesitantly reached out and grasped the other's hand lightly. A simple raising and lowering occurred before the handshake was ended promptly. Deidara smiled slightly, clearly content with himself but not in a manner that would seem rude.
"It seems that college has taught you some manners, Deidara," Sasori said softly, his posture purely rigid.
Of course, this drew out a smooth chuckle from the blond, rolling his shoulders slightly as his eyes fell down to the floor and back up once more, a mischievous grin decorating his features. "Yeah well…. I can't be an immature asshole all the time, un."
"Good to hear that your vocabulary hasn't changed much," the redhead said without thinking, earning another sheepish smile from Deidara.
"You haven't changed a bit. So, Mr. Akasuna, how's class been treating ya? Still got a trouble maker, or is it too quiet without me around, un?"
Rolling his shoulders, Sasori reached out and opened the fridge, grabbing the 1 milk he'd come for. "Class is going well. You should know by now that there is always a student to inherit your throne," he said with an unamused smile, holding the door open for the blond.
"Never can be too sure, un." With a nod of thanks, he reached in and grabbed the whole milk carton, making Sasori cringe slightly. Whole milk was so thick and left an uncomfortable slimy coating on his mouth that alone was enough to earn his disdain. One percent just tasted better to him, light but not too light.
"Well, Deidara, it's been good seeing you again, but I must be on my way. Good luck with your studies."
"Thanks, Mr. Akasuna. I'll see you around, un," Deidara said lightly smiling as he took his milk and left.
After the rather unexpected meeting, Sasori moved back to his cart, placing the milk down and moving off to get the cheese he needed. Again, he jumped through the hoops of dodging shoppers and tuning out the sound of screaming children as he moved to the checkout. Content that he'd spent as little as he could, he took his items and walked back to his apartment. The trip was successful and somewhat rewarding. At least he knew one of his old students was still out and about. That thought, however, was easily forgotten once he started cooking.
That morning, Deidara had gotten up as per usual, showered, and then sauntered into his kitchen, only to find that there was virtually nothing to eat. He had an apple, one slice of bread and something in a Tupperware container that was hardly recognizable. Yes, Deidara lived the college bachelor's life to the fullest, complete with partial starvation!
Humming softly, the blond had weighed his options while nibbling on the apple. The grocery store near him wasn't interesting at all. Each time he went, there was never anyone attractive to look at aside from himself in a passing mirror. Not only that, but their products weren't very good quality for the price that they charged.
With this rather depressing thought in mind, the blond started to recall all the stores in town. He remembered one that he went to several times in high school, recalling that there was always a hot guy or girl to look at and the food there was high quality while being fairly affordable. Lucky for him, he decided to go to the local university. It was just one of the perks of growing up in a college town: you knew were all the good places were.
The trip was a bit long for a simple grocery run: it took about ten minutes. In such a large town, that wasn't terribly bad. The blond parked in a space fairly close to the front and slipped inside, immediately being greeted by a pretty little ebony-haired vixen. Flashing her his usual flirty grin, the blond slipped past and let his eyes cut back for a moment, assessing her ass before deeming her fuckable as he went off to grab some fresh apples.
A couple of screaming children caused a slight twinge of annoyance to course through the college junior, but he knew it could be worse. Ignoring the sound, he put a bag of apples into his hand basket before grabbing some salad. Taking a moment, Deidara thought about what he wanted and how much money he had on hand.
He didn't exactly have anything to drink back at home and Deidara was a bit of a milk lover. Something about the stuff was just satisfying and filling, he really couldn't go long without it. Content with his decision, Deidara walked off to the refrigerated aisle, letting his eyes wander as he went. His gaze caught onto a decently attractive male that looked to be just a bit younger then him with dirty blond hair wearing a pair of jeans so tight it looked impossible for him to get into them. Deidara had a motto, though, if you don't have the stuff to fill out jeans that tight, you shouldn't wear them, and this guy could definitely stand to hear that phrase right now.
The blond had been so distracted with his gaze on the other male that when he got to the aisle he needed to be in, he reached out without thinking, thus running his hand into someone else's and instantly being shaken out of his dwellings.
"Sorry about that! I wasn't paying atten… Wait." Deidara's voice faded out as he looked at the person who's hand he'd run into.
The man before him was…ridiculously hot. Shaggy red hair, a semi-loose fitting black shirt with some sort of band name on it and somewhat tight-fitting jeans, topping it all off with the most entrancing pair of hazel eyes he'd ever seen. But his face… his face looked extremely familiar.
"Mr. Akasuna?" he asked with a touch of hesitance, unable to wrap his mind around the prospect of his high school chemistry teacher wearing such clothes and having his hair styled as it was. If memory served him right, he remembered the other having shorter, less messy hair and only wore a stark white button up shirt with a tie and slacks everyday, thus making him look a lot older then he actually was.
Seeing the man before him stiffen up and watching his expression said it all. The rigid posture and blank expression was assuredly that of his former teacher, and Deidara couldn't be more thrilled. "Wow! It is you! I hardly recognized you in those clothes, un!"
Whether Mr. Akasuna knew it or not, he looked a bit confused for a moment, looking down at the blond's face for a few milliseconds before it finally clicked. In those milliseconds when his gaze met the blond's own, Deidara could feel that lust bubbling back up in the recesses of his mind. Man, he had it bad for this guy back in high school, but, damn, was it well founded. He could practically see himself running his hands over that toned chest and then down to slip under the shirt. Of course, after that, things would get out of hand and, naturally, he'd have to beckon the other back to his car where he would—
"Dei…dara?" The redhead questioned, jarring Deidara out of his brief series of thoughts.
Flashing his best grin Deidara mentally kicked himself for acting like he did back in high school. He was three years into college now. There was no need to start acting like a starstruck school boy again. Though, he really couldn't blame himself while looking at the man before him. Damn, he was hot…
Smoothly, he held out his hand. "Heh, you remember me? I'm flattered." The blond spoke in a way that was quite polite, simply smiling. As soon as the other grasped his hand the two shook, letting his finger brush the other's palm in a lingering touch before letting his hand fall once more to his side.
"It seems that college has taught you some manners, Deidara," the redhead said softly, earning a chuckle from Deidara, his shoulders rolling slightly.
Azure hues fell downwards slightly in a subtle manner, looking the man over. As he brought his eyes up, they lingered on the other's hips and chest before finally falling once more on his face. Oh, if only Mr. Akasuna knew what was currently going through the blond's head. That brief once-over had Deidara's mind buzzing with deliciously rekindled lust. Not that Deidara let it show, anyway. He was good at covering it to some extent. Worldly experience told him not to be so forward as he would scare guys like Mr. Akasuna away. However, that couldn't stop the mischievous grin from crossing his lips.
"Yeah well…. I can't be an immature asshole all the time, un."
"Good to hear that your vocabulary hasn't changed much," Mr. Akasuna replied curtly, causing Deidara to give a sheepish grin.
"You haven't changed a bit. So, Mr. Akasuna, how's class been treating ya? Still got a trouble maker, or is it too quiet without me around, un?"
Deidara watched as Mr. Akasuna raised and dropped his shoulders in a shrug, opening the fridge and taking out the 1 milk, in turn making Deidara inwardly cringe. One percent was so… bland. It was far too light for his liking. While not as bad as skim milk, it was still fairly disgusting. Besides, if you're going to buy milk, you may as well take it in full form rather then the watered down shit.
"Class is going well. You should know by now that there is always a student to inherit your throne," the redhead said as he held the door open for the blond.
At that, Deidara nodded with a little grin, reaching in and grabbing the whole milk, vaguely catching the cringe that Mr. Akasuna displayed. "Never can be too sure, un," he said lightly, retracting his hand from the fridge as Mr. Akasuna let the door swing shut.
"Well, Deidara, it's been good seeing you again, but I must be on my way. Good luck with your studies."
"Thanks, Mr. Akasuna. I'll see you around, un," Deidara said lightly smiling as he turned with a small wave and walked off to the snack foods section, a cocky smirk gracing his lips as soon as he was faced away from the other.
Three years later and he was still as hot, if not hotter, then he had been back in high school. Fuck, he had great tastes back then! Obviously, they hadn't failed him up to this point. In his musings, the blond didn't quite realize that he was picking up random foods that simply sounded good, including a package of cookies and a full six pack of energy drinks. Not only that, but he ended up sort of inadvertently following his former teacher throughout the store, catching that shock of red hair and finding that his eyes had a tendency to wander.
Walking up to the checkout, he caught sight of the other leaving the store as he set his basket atop the counter for the cashier to ring up. A brief exchange had been made before Deidara took his items and left, making sure to flash at least one seductive grin at the checkout boy before leaving, earning a blush in return.
Damn, he was good.
Slipping into his car, he made the trek back to his home before picking up phone and flopping down on the couch, a small calico cat jumping up to lay on his stomach with a purr.
Idly, Deidara scratched the mostly black cat behind the ears as he dialed, listening to the hum of a ring in his ear before hearing an all-too familiar voice answer.
"The hell you want, fag?"
"Guess who I ran into today, Hidan," Deidara said with a certain amount of excitement to his voice.
"I don't fuckin' know, Deidara," Hidan droned out, clearly irritated as he'd already deemed the phone call pointless.
"Remember our old chemistry teacher, un?"
"Uh, no. That was like four fucking years ago!"
Deidara sighed to himself, shaking his head as he tenderly stroked his cat. Hidan was never terribly competent. "He had red hair."
"The bitch I fucked last night had red hair, Deidara. I don't know what you're on about."
Deidara sighed and rolled his eyes, he knew if he said his name, Hidan still wouldn't remember, so he tried another tact. "You know the one, I only attempted to fuck him all through senior year, un."
A short pause and then it was as though a light switch had been flipped on in the platinum blond's head. "OH YEAH! I remember now. You couldn't get into his pants."
Deidara pursed his lips slightly and rolled his eyes once more before replying. "No, man. I ran into him today at the grocery store."
"Did you fuck him?"
"No, you know he doesn't work like that."
"Then why the fuck are you so excited?"
"Because, dipshit! I saw him again! There's still a chance I can get into his pants!"
"Do you have a vagina, Deidara?"
"I would think you would know the answer to that one, Hidan."
"Well you're going on like a fuckin' woman!"
"If you saw how he looked today, you'd be going on like a damn chick too, un!"
"Fuck you, cumsucker!"
"Maybe later, I could use a good go-around, un."
"Not today, man. I met this guy earlier today, and he is fuckin' hot, like… hot."
"You're so eloquent," Deidara snickered out.
"Shut up, man! He's, like, beyond description kind of hot!"
"And you called me a woman, un. Anyway, where'd you meet this supposedly beyond-sexy guy?"
"I met him on campus, he's a med student."
"What the fuck were you doing in the medical hall? You're a theology major and that's all the way across campus." A small chuckle could be heard on the other end of the phone, Deidara able to hear the smirk.
"I was looking for someone who has a hospital fetish."
Deidara swore if he rolled his eyes one more time in the course of this conversation they'd pop out and become toys for his cat. "Only you, Hidan. Anyway, have fun fucking your med student, un."
"Have fun masturbating over a guy you have no chance with."
And with that, the line went dead; leaving Deidara in silence, save for the sound of his purring cat laying on his chest. He had high hopes, but the odds of him running into Mr. Akasuna again seemed… slim. In either case, Deidara pulled his cat off his chest and walked into the kitchen, throwing together some quick mac-and-cheese before flopping down once more on the couch in front of the TV.
It was only three pm and he wasn't set to go clubbing for another four hours, so he decided he'd just nap for a bit. Tugging off his shirt, he laid back on the couch and drew in a breath, closing his eyes and letting his mind wander off to rather tantalizing thoughts of his former teacher.
Of course, by the next day, Deidara had all but forgotten about the redheaded teacher once again.
AN: Mm… so the pair has run into each other once more! Lets hear it for Sasori's total obliviousness to Deidara checking him out.
So I'd love it dearly if you reviewed this fiction… it makes me pump the chapters out faster. You guys reviewing combined with Delightful Sin's whipping of my back gets the chapters done! If not, think about it this way, I put in the time for you; you should put in the time for me.