Hiya! Here we are at chapter 12.
I'm not overly proud of this chapter, but I decided to post it anyways. Since, usually when I hate something, everyone else doesn't.
And I have nothing against Kiba. He's tolerable for me. I just made him annoying because I can't really get his character down (Like Sasuke. That's why he's a nut. xP).

Sasori-san doesn't like rabbits, Deidara thought to himself amusedly as he walked his normal route to school. I'm never going to get over that.

"I just don't like them," Sasori had said, avoiding meeting blue eyes as he spoke. "They're too…fluffy and sniffy and…cute, for a lack of a better word. They're like cotton balls come to life by some witchcraft or something."

"Sasori-san!" Deidara called as the other came into view, starting to run towards him.

The silver-eyed boy looked back, gazing in amusement as Deidara caught up. "Deidara."

"So, is Itachi-san still annoyed that he got scratched by Kimimaro, un?" Deidara asked, a smile staining his face as he panted to regain his lost breath.

"Naturally." Sasori smirked. "You can see it when you see him today; it's so obvious. Right on his right cheek."

"The one I really want to see is Tayuya," Deidara admitted, chuckling briefly.

"Why?" Sasori snorted in an almost playful manner. "There's not much too see."

"Like there ever was." Deidara laughed, causing the other to close his eyes in amusement, smirking roughly. He tilted his head. "Sasori-san…you don't need to cover your smile, un."

"Mm?" Sasori grew a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"You usually cover it. Your laugh, too." Deidara refrained from adding on that covering one's mouth while laughing was rather feminine. "I think…that you look nice when you smile and laugh…so it's a shame you cover them."

Sasori chuckled, lightly hitting the other on the arm.

"You're so strange," he mumbled quietly as he walked ahead. "So, so strange…"

Deidara blinked, slowing down.

"Oi! Akasuna!" Kiba laughed dumbly as he approached the redhead. "How's it going?"

"Go away."

"Aw, come on now–"

"Go away." Sasori used one arm to shove the brunette away from him.

Kiba sighed as he was brushed off.

"What the hell are you doing, un?" The newest student glowered as he passed the Inuzuka.

"Deidara-kun!" Kiba latched onto Deidara's arm, "Tell me! How did you become friends with him? Please?"

"What are you talking about?" Deidara shook the other boy off before beginning to walk away.

"You're friends with him! With Aka–Sasori! He's never rude to you anymore, so tell me how you did it!"

Deidara spun around, eyes flaring. "Sasori-san is not–" He stopped, realizing his mistake.

"Aha!" Kiba grinned. "You just called him 'Sasori-san.' You're friends. So tell me!"

"Why are you so obsessed with gaining his friendship anyways, un?" Deidara rolled his eyes, spinning on his heels and walking off without waiting for an answer.

"Because he's interesting!" Kiba answered, jogging slightly to catch up with the other.

"Tell him then."

"Will that work?" Kiba's face lit up. "Okay! Hey! Hey Akasuna!" He sprinted forward, heading towards the almost out of sight Sasori.

A blond eyebrow rose. Deidara walked faster than normal, curious to see Sasori's reaction.

"Akasuna!"

Kiba's obnoxious voice rang throughout Sasori's mind. He turned, poison seeping through his words as he growled, "Why are you so Goddamn hellbent on annoying me?"

"You're interesting, Akasuna!" A grin lit up Kiba's face.

"Interesting?" Sasori paused, remembering the same line being used on him from Deidara. A smirk twisted his lips as he replied back, "You know what else would be interesting? Me seeing if I could bend you all the way back so that your head would make it through your legs. That would be interesting, now wouldn't you say, Inuzuka?"

"You…" Kiba stared in disbelief. "You called me by name…!" He let out a joy-filled yell before running away. "Not brat or idiot or dumbass–Akasuna no Sasori called me by name!"

"Was that wise, un?" Deidara walked up to the shorter male as Kiba shot off.

"I won't be doing it again." Sasori shrugged, looking at the other through the corners of his eyes. "Did you tell him to say that?"

"Nah. He was the one who said it. I just told him to go tell you, since he was starting to grate my nerves."

"Sending him to me for your own sake? You're heartless." A muffled chuckle accompanied a light shove to Deidara's upper arm.

"Are you really one to talk?" Deidara countered, smirking.

Ash-rose irises gazed with an entertained glaze into blue ones.

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"No, I'm not going to join you!" Deidara snapped, eyes widening as a hand took the front of his uniform and smashed him back into the lockers.

"I'm afraid Orochimaru-sama doesn't accept that answer," Kimimaro said, green eyes hard. "You'll join us, Deidara-kun."

"I won't," the blond growled, wincing as he was pushed harder into the cool metal.

"You will take down Akasuna no Sasori and cause the downfall of Akatsuki."

"You can't make me."

"Oh, we have many ways to make you." Jade eyes glinted.

"That's bullshit. You can't make me hurt Sasori-san."

"Are you so sure?"

"Do whatever you want to me. I won't help you."

"It won't be you who we do things to." The white-haired boy's gaze sharpened. "If our information's correct, you are quite close with a certain table; that is, a certain Haruno Sakura, Uzumaki Naruto and Yamanaka Ino, correct?"

Deidara stiffened. "Don't you dare hurt them–!"

"But you're loyal to Akatsuki. You shouldn't care what happens to them."

"That's–!"

"You can't be on both sides, Deidara-kun. That table you sit at is against Akatsuki, as are we."

"So what, un?!"

"I'm saying that you cannot be for and against something at the same time."

"I…I don't even know if I could beat Sasori-san a second time!" Deidara protested. "He already knows how I fight, and has probably already thought of a way to counter it!"

"Then warm up to him some more and strike when you have his full trust."

"What…?!" Blue eyes widened in shock.

"You heard me, Deidara-kun."

"You…you're asking me…to hurt his heart?!"

"Exactly."

"No way!" Deidara rejected, gasping as Kimimaro put more pressure on his ribs, slowly removing the air from his lungs.

"Once again, you don't have any say." Kimimaro watched coldly as the other wrapped his fingers around the offending wrist, struggling to catch his breath. "This isn't your choice."

"Y-You…! I won't…!" Deidara managed out, cracking open one eye.

"We're currently in the process of recruiting three more members. With them, anyway, Akatsuki will be outnumbered. Why stay loyal to an already defeated group?"

"B-Because…Akatsuki…isn't defeated yet…!"

A frostbitten look froze over Kimimaro's features, the force on Deidara's chest increasing. "Your defiance is troubling. Orochimaru-sama didn't want me to have to resort to this, and I must admit I didn't either, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you to him: conscious or not."

Deidara's mouth opened, lungs gasping for breath. His vision focused and unfocused continuously, the attempt to remove the other's hand on his chest weakening with each passing moment, jade eyes seeming to bore into his being.

"Deidara!"

Kimimaro turned, body freezing as he saw the newcomer.

"You…!" Silver eyes narrowed. "Itachi wasn't enough for you, huh? You had to go after Deidara as well!"

"It was Orochimaru-sama's order–"

"You think I give a damn about what that bastard wants?"

The white-haired student backed away, releasing the blond. Turning around, he ran the opposite direction from his offender.

"Are you okay? Deidara?"

Blue eyes reopened, pain shimmering up Deidara's chest. "S…Sasori-san…?"

Silver irises softened. "Do you need me to take you to the nurse?"

"N-No, I'm fine…" A weak smile curved at Deidara's lips.

"You're sure? Let me see." Sasori walked over.

Deidara suddenly grew nervous as the other approached. He felt his breath catch in his throat as the shorter male stopped way closer than normal and pressed his hand on Deidara's torso.

Sasori pushed his hand down gently, stopping when he heard Deidara inhale suddenly. "Does this hurt?"

"U-Un…" Deidara nodded, swallowing.

"Can you breath fine without it hurting?"

"Yes…"

"Then it's just sore. Nothing serious." Sasori lifted his hand, tilting his head, as he looked straight into blue eyes. "Just make sure you don't put too much pressure on it after this, or it might get bad. Okay?"

A smile grew on Deidara's features. "Sasori-san, are you planning on being a doctor when you grow up?"

"…" Sasori paused, looking slightly annoyed. "Deidara…I am grown up."

"U-Un, yes, sorry–!" Stammering, the blue-eyed boy averted his eyes nervously.

"Calm down, I was joking."

Deidara stared, blinking.

"I wasn't planning on becoming a doctor…" the redhead admitted, a soft smile appearing on his face. "Why? You want me to?"

"You'd be a good one."

"Is that so?" Sasori raised an eyebrow.

"Of course!" Deidara cocked his head. "You're really smart in that area…after all…"

Sasori blinked. "Is…something wrong, Deidara?"

"No, not…"

"Tell me."

"He…" Deidara averted looking into ash-rose eyes. "He wanted me to…betray you…" When he felt the other's shocked stare, he continued, "He told me to…get close to you…and then…after we had become close…to suddenly attack you when you were off guard…un…"

"…Deidara…" Sasori's voice was low, "You're too soft, again. Don't let it get to you. They can't do anything, and you won't have to do anything for them."

"He threatened to hurt my friends!"

"…Then don't let him. Toughen up."

Deidara was shocked to feel a hand on his shoulder, and he turned back, staring wide-eyed at the other teen.

"If you want to protect those you…care for, then get strong. Don't be a softie." A vague smile appeared on Sasori's face. "You can't put out a fire if you don't have enough water, after all."

"…!" Deidara blinked before the bewildered guise transformed into the usual happy one. "…Thanks, Sasori-san…you're really smart, you know?"

Sasori started to bring up a hand to his mouth as he chuckled quietly. "I'm flattered." He turned and started off. "I have to get back to class now. I'm sure I've spent enough time to go to the bathroom."

"I'll…see you later, then?"

The silver-eyed boy glanced back. "Sure."

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"Another lesson?" Itachi raised an eyebrow.

"Orochimaru sent him after Deidara. He's stuck on trying to recruit him," Sasori explained. "Kimimaro wasn't afraid to hurt him, bring him back unconscious."

"You want me to fight him again," Itachi said, a statement rather than a question.

"I would've asked someone else, if he sent someone else. We can't afford for that bastard to get his hands on Deidara."

"That would be problematic…" The Uchiha mumbled in agreement. "Fine then. I'll give a special 'session' to show them both."

A smirk lit up Sasori's face. "Heh, thank you, Itachi."

"No problem." Itachi nodded before taking his leave.

Sasori sighed afterwards, looking around to see which direction he should take to reach the blond's locker.

"Away, brat," he growled at Kiba, stalking off.

Kiba let out a disappointed groan, reluctantly walking away.

"Hey! Akasuna!"

"…!" Sasori turned around, lip curled. He was almost to Deidara's locker; so close… "What, Temari?"

The dirty blonde smirked, raising a hand in greeting. "What's up?"

"I asked you what the hell you want."

"You're so sore!" Temari clucked her tongue. "I was just trying to be nice."

"I don't care," Sasori snorted. He spun around, striding off. "I've got my business to attend, so leave me alone."

"Aw! Come on, Akasuna!"

Sasori ignored the girl.

Temari sighed. "I didn't know you could laugh, by the way. It's sorta cute, knowing you can."

Silver eyes widened. Sasori felt his blood run cold, and he ran forward, oblivious to everyone around him.

"Oi! Akasuna?" Temari called, confused.

He didn't…! No way…Deidara…! Sasori weaved throughout the numerous bodies of his classmates, eyes still wide. No…!

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Finally, lunch… Deidara stretched, closing his locker. He gave a yawn, blinking as he heard heavy footsteps approaching, moving his head to look. "Sasori-san?"

Sasori panted, ash-rose irises slashed with disbelief. "You…"

"Sasori-san? What's wrong?" Deidara approached the other, gazing intently at him.

"You…!" Standing up straight, silver eyes pierced blue harshly. "You told them…you told everyone I laughed for you…?"

"What?" Deidara was taken aback, surprise overcoming him. "N-No, I didn't–!"

"Then how did Temari know?!"

"I-I don't know!" Deidara stammered, stepping back.

"Are you lying to me?" Sasori advanced. "You are, Deidara!"

"I wouldn't ever lie to you, Sasori-san!"

"And that's a lie!"

"It's not!"

The shorter of the two was unmindful to the now quiet hallway and all the eyes pinned on him and the blond. "She knew, Deidara, and you were the only one that saw!"

"Sasori-san, I–!"

"I don't want any of your lies!"

"I'm not lying!"

The other students dispersed, getting away from the scene as fast as they could.

"Sasori-san…"

"I…thought I could trust you…" Sasori moved nearer, irises dim.

"You can…"

"You lie…" Somwthing like sadness hazed over silver eyes as Sasori looked up, staring the other down.

"Why can't you trust me?"

"Because you lie…"

"Why won't you believe that I'm not lying?"

"Because I can't trust you…"

"You're not being cooperant, un!"

"Pain was right…I shouldn't have…gotten so close to you…"

"No…"

"I'm tired of this."

"Sasori-san, I–!"

Sasori cut him off with a fist to his face, eyes narrowed and a frozen snarl plastered to his lips.

Deidara's back was once again acquainted with the lockers. He gritted his teeth, looking with nearly closed eyes at the redhead. "S…Sasori…san…"

"…Don't try to win me back over," Sasori muttered, walking right up to the other and hitting him again. "It won't work."

Blood trickled down Deidara's nose, and he flinched.

"Why won't you hit back?" Sasori asked, eyes narrowing.

"I…won't ever hit you again…!"

"Are you stupid?"

"N…No–"

"Then why not?"

"S-Sasori-san…my ribcage…you're…" Deidara gasped out, trying to endure the pain.

Sasori's eyes widened, and he backed up, stunned. "D-Deidara…"

"Sasori-san…!" Deidara's hand made its way up to his chest to try and diminish the new slight hurting.

"Deidara…" Sasori tried to put a glare in his eyes. "I…can't trust you…you Goddamn shit…"

And he ran away towards the cafeteria without a glance back.

Stupid Temari. D: Screwing things up like that.
Sasori's acting different for a reason. And it takes time for him to actually come to trust someone. But yeah, he's acting weird for a reason. Yay for you if you can figure out why. :3
Agh, Kimimaro was the bad guy...really like him...I should just make someone I dislike be the bad guy for once. Like...Sasuke. Yeah. No, wait, but then he'd just shout about steroids...crap...

～Arrina