Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! (Or...day after/before Valentines Day...) :3
Hidan returns in this chapter, but I don't think he's as funny as he was, since he's really not the main focus of the chapter. He's more of a...stepping stone. xPP
Oh, also. Most (If not all) science information I get from Wikipedia, so it's not mine. o-o;; Forgot to mention that before, but yeah. Just so I don't get in trouble for plagerising or whatever...oh, but I did know that hemoglobin makes blood red.

"I'm going, Mom!" Deidara called before running out the door and closing it behind him. He sighed, relaxing until he heard the door slam open.

"Wait, Deidara! Answer this!"

Oh, great… He turned around unenthusiastically, muttering out a forced, "What."

"89 times 43!"

Another sigh. "3827, un."

"Correct!" His mother smiled, waving. "Now have a good day at school, honey, and make sure you don't get into anymore fights, okay? I'll really call this kid's parents then."

"Okay, Mom."

The door shut, and Deidara spun back around and began his way to school once again. He zoned out as he walked, trying to remember the answers to the test he had on the names of vitamins A, B1, B2 and B3; no thanks to Ino. Retinol, thiamine, riboflavin, niacin…got it.

"Goddamn stupid…"

Blue eyes blinked, breaking from the trance-like hypnosis. Deidara stood dumbfounded for a few moments before running forward, calling out, "Sasori-san?"

Sasori looked back with widened eyes. "…!"

"I…didn't know you walked to school this way, un," Deidara commented, seeing the surprised look fade away.

"Tch." The silver-eyed boy turned back around and restarted his walk.

Deidara noticed the bandages rewrapped around the redhead's leg, though he was still limping. "Sasori-san…why don't you get crutches for you leg?"

"Crutches? Funny."

"I'm serious! You're limping!"

"And you have a giant black bruise on your stomach, correct? Why don't you go get something for that, shit?"

"Because it's not affecting my life, un! It doesn't even hurt!"

"…Who says my leg hurts?"

"You do. You're not walking on it, un."

Sasori glared defiantly at the other, lifting his sprained limb and slamming it down on the ground to spite the blond, immediately regretting his choice after. His eyes widened, just barely choking back a yell as he faltered on his feet, wrapped wrist beginning to reposition itself in its owner's mouth until a hand stopped it.

"Sasori-san, don't bite your wrist again!" Deidara intervened, pulling the joint away from Sasori's mouth and preventing him from falling. "It just got healed from the last time, didn't it?"

"It's…how I deal with pain, shit…you can't…stop me…!"

"Then bite mine."

The redhead stared at the other before spitting out, "Disgusting."

"I-I didn't mean that way, un!"

"Bite me."

"You're such a jackass! I didn't do anything to offend you!"

"Who gives a fuck?"

Deidara stared at the other for a few seconds. "…You know, I don't know if you're doing this on purpose or what, but you're using very…sexual terms. It's like you're trying to flirt, un."

"What the hell?" Repulsion returned to Sasori's face. "Screw you, shit."

"See?" Deidara snapped.

"What's the problem? Are you turned on by it?"

"Of course not, you–!"

"Then shut up."

"It's sexual harassment!"

"Tch. Sexual harassment my ass. It's not sexual harassment unless you get turned on by it and you hate me, and since you're not getting a–"

"Dammit, can we just change the subject already?!"

"Oh? Don't tell me you are getting a–"

"No I'm not, it's just that this is getting ridiculous, un!"

"Are you kidding me? You're embarrassed? Give me a break, brat, I learned this kind of crap when I was seven."

"What in the hell were they thinking teaching a seven-year-old about–?"

"Shut up, you're going to break my ears."

Deidara sighed, walking silently for several minutes. After a long period of time, he managed the guts to ask out loud, "Sasori-san…why weren't you in art or lunch yesterday?"

"Why? Did you miss me?"

"No. Art was just really…uninteresting." At a red eyebrow rising, Deidara added on quickly, "That Tayuya girl kept bitching about how art was for 'dumbfucks' and 'pansies,' and no one else is really…" He trailed off, looking away. "…Exceptional."

Sasori tilted his head. "If you're that desperate, I guess I can tell you."

"Un?"

"It wasn't because I was running away from you or anything. I was just fed up with teachers always asking me to go to the nurse. So I stayed away after science."

"…"

"I have science third, stupid."

"Like I would've known that!"

"Whatever."

"…What'd you do for the day?"

"Killed squirrels."

"What?"

"Did you actually believe that? Heh, you're stupider than I thought."

"What did you do then, asswipe?"

Sasori sighed. "Traipsed around like some homeless guy. It was fascinating."

"Weren't you hungry, un?"

"Of course not."

"Then–"

"Okay, look. Deidara." Sasori cut the other off, staring at him through the corners of his eyes. "Why are you so obsessed with talking to me?"

Deidara blinked in return. "You're interesting, un."

"Interesting?" Sasori echoed in disbelief, giving the taller boy an odd look. "…You have a screwed up mind."

"So do you for biting your wrist to ebb away pain."

"Tch."

The blue-eyed boy caught a glimpse of the school gates up ahead. "Sasori-san…what do you have first?"

"Music."

"With Kurenai-sensei, huh…"

"Who else?"

"Good point, un."

"…Shit, you might want to get your stupid self away from me now. We wouldn't want your little friends seeing anything."

"…!" Deidara's face gained a surprised glaze as he looked at the redhead. "Right…"

"I'll make it to class fine, Orochimaru won't bother me, blah, blah, blah." Silver eyes rolled. "So go."

"Un…" The blond started to jog ahead, suddenly pausing and looking back. "Are you sure–?"

"Go."

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Stupid Sasuke and his stupid steroids… Deidara thought bitterly to himself at his locker. It's already after lunch, but his stupid ideas still annoy the hell out of me. Everything's about steroids with him: steroids and Itachi-san. I should just bring in some Goddamn steroids and shove them up Sasuke's more-annoying-than-shit–

"…Deidara…"

He turned around, blinking, pausing his ranting of the younger Uchiha. "Sasori-san, un?"

The redhead turned away, eyes narrowed. "We had…homework in art, right?"

"Un…"

"…What was it?"

Deidara's eyes widened, mouth opening a little. H-He's asking me, out of everyone else…?

Sasori looked back at the taller student. "Well?"

"Oh…i-it was to bring in something to draw," Deidara said, flinching as he saw the look that clearly was screaming "Shit!" on the other's face. "B-But Asuma-sensei said we could share objects, so…you could use mine…if you want…"

The silver-eyed student looked at Deidara in shock, eyes wide. He hastily looked away once again, eyes narrowing back down. "…That would be…nice…"

"U-Un, okay." Deidara nodded, glancing away nervously for a second. "I'll tell Sensei we're sharing then…"

"…What is it anyways?" Sasori muttered. "Some kind of stupid jewelry box or something?"

"No…it's a model of an eagle…"

"What?" Sasori face was filled with pure interest, and Deidara could've sworn he had seen a flash of admiration and jealousy. "Where'd you get it?"

"My mom…she won it in a math contest, un."

"Is that so…" The redhead's face lost its fascinated expression.

Deidara noticed it, swiftly stating out, "Sasori-san, do you like eagles? Because, I mean…we have another one…if you want it…un…"

The other's body gave a slight twitch. Sasori looked away. "…Who said…I…I wouldn't want…you…"

I'm guessing…that's his way of saying 'yes.' Deidara watched as the silver-eyed student fidgeted for a split second. "I can ask my mom. She'll probably be a bit stubborn, though, about giving it away, but I'm sure I can convince her."

Sasori looked back, an almost curious light in his irises. "…You'll do that?"

"Un! If I tell her it's for a good friend, I'm sure she'll allow it, un!" A smile curled at Deidara's lips. "Besides, I wouldn't be lying."

…Good friend…? "You…don't have to."

Deidara blinked. "But I want to."

"…Then…I thank you."

It was Deidara's turn to look away. "You're so formal…loosen up."

Sasori glared slightly. "And you're too stupid, shit. Smarten up."

"Back to your old callous asswipe routine, huh, Akasuna?"

"I'm surprised you still remember my nickname, brat," Sasori countered, lip curling. "What with your microscopic brain and all."

"At least I know art is fleeting, asshole!"

"Don't get me started on that, idiot!"

"Why? Because you know you'll lose, un?"

"As if!"

"Hey!"

The both of them turned to see Hidan sprint down the hallway towards outside, an axe clutched in his left hand.

"Great," Sasori spat, glaring as Anko thundered after the silver-haired boy. "Stupid bastard. He's supposed to perform his Goddamn 'rituals' around the start of the day and end, not in the middle. Dumb idiot probably lost track of time."

Deidara stared at the now vacant spot. "…Why did he have an axe, un?"

"Tch. Probably trying to cut down another tree." Sasori began to walk forward.

"Sasori-san, where are you going, un?"

"To stop him, obviously," Sasori replied nonchalantly. "Come watch if you're that bored and you don't mind being late. He makes the most entertaining faces when he's in pain."

Deidara did nothing for a few seconds before deciding to tag along, shadowing the other teen.

"What the hell are you going to do with that thing, kid?!" Anko shouted, halting her run.

"Chop the living shit outta squirrels, duh!" Hidan yelled back, holding up the caught rodent and slicing its head off. "See?!"

"No weapons in school, brat!" Anko snapped angrily.

"I'm not in school, idiot!" Hidan countered, slapping the limp body of the carcass with the blunt edge of the axe.

"Leave that dead squirrel alone already!"

He stared at the woman for a few moments before hitting the body once again.

"I mean it!"

A grin stretched Hidan's lips. He flipped the axe back around and began pummeling the dirtied flesh with the blade, leaving blood-dripping cuts up and down the animal's back. "Oh no! Look, I'm cutting the Goddamn squirrel! What will you do, Sensei? Throw a stick at me?!"

"Why you–!"

"Let me handle this, Sensei." Sasori walked past the teacher, approaching the now blood splattered boy.

Hidan didn't seem to see the other, as he threw the carcass up into the air, holding the axe like a baseball bat and chopping through the corpse as it fell into place. Only then did he notice Sasori, and how some blood from the squirrel was headed straight towards him. "Oh shit."

The scarlet liquid made deep red stains on the once pure white fabric. Sasori looked down at the new spots marring his clothes, looking back up a moment later with an eerie smile curving at his mouth. "…Do you know, Hidan…what you just got on me?"

"…Blood, duh," Hidan answered, snorting. "I thought you were supposed to be smart, Aka–"

"And blood is made up of white and red blood cells," Sasori sneered, advancing forward. "Red blood cells are red because of hemoglobin, which is a metalloprotein. Don't know what that is? It's a protein that consists of a metal cofactor. The heme part of hemoglobin is synthesized in the mitochondria and cytosol of young red blood cells, while the globin part is synthesized in the ribosomes in cytosol. Creation then continues in the bone marrow; from the proerythroblast to the reticulocite to be exact. In most mammals, the nucleus is lost at this point, but–"

"Good fucking Jashin-sama!" Hidan screeched, dropping the weapon, "Okay, okay! I give up, I give up redhead, so shut up and spare my brain!"

"Do you deserve it?"

"Yes, Goddammit! You and your science talk drive me nuts!"

"Good." Sasori turned around and started striding away.

Deidara watched the whole thing, trying to keep a straight face at the expressions Hidan had been making.

"Well? Funny, right?" Sasori smirked as he walked past.

The blue-eyed student looked away. "I hate to admit it, but…yeah…"

A breath of amusement blew from Sasori's mouth. "Whatever. See you."

Deidara blinked, eyes widening as he turned to face the departing male. "U-Un…?"

He didn't just…laugh…?

Yay for more mini SasoDei moments. :3 You can expect more in the future, though they're not that big.
Now the other has some feelings started, by the way. They're still nothing great; I don't think that they're up to the "friend" level. xX;
Don't ask why Hidan had an axe. Or why he was stabbing a flower before. I really have no idea. And I wrote it. o-o;
Oh, and wth with Sasori being taller than Deidara. There's no way. ;-; It was so cute on EX2 that Sasori had to look up to Deidara when they fought...I got this moment when Sasori and Deidara just stood in front of each other, Sasori looking up and Deidara looking down...it was adorable. Until Deidara decided to be an ass and turn around and kick me across the arena. I beat the snot out of him after that. --;

～Arrina