Sorry for the wait. My dad took the computer for a day, so I lost that day to write... xX;
This takes place the day after. :3
"Pain…yesterday, I had to…he told me to treat you like before. I'm sorry." Sasori looked away as he walked beside Deidara.
So he's not going to talk about the… A faint red mist faded into view on Deidara's cheeks.
"…Is something wrong?"
"No, of course not." Deidara lightly licked his lips at the memory, before looking at the other, smiling. "It's okay. I…kinda get Pain-san…he's very forceful, right?"
"You have no idea," Sasori snorted, scrunching his face up into a slight pout-looking guise. "Stupid ass…everything always has to go his way…"
"You…want everything to go your way too, Sasori-san…"
Ash-rose eyes blinked before Sasori averted looking into ice irises, faint roses blooming on his cheeks. "…It's fine if it's me. After all, I am the 'King of the School.'"
Deidara snorted lightly, smirking. "Egotistic much, Sasori-san?"
"Well I am!" Sasori protested, shoving his hands into his pockets. "It's just that some people like to be stubborn and not follow my orders." He snorted before muttering out, "Temari…"
"You're hardly a king…more like a…grumpy peasant who wants to be king."
"What?" Sparking silver eyes turned to the newest student.
The blond merely rolled his eyes to look in the opposite direction, coughing softly.
"That's it, brat." Sasori shoved the other, causing him to stumble into a muddy puddle.
Deidara looked down at his once clean white pant legs, now stained a disgusting brown, and lunged forward, knocking Sasori off balance.
The two fought lightly in the grass on the other side of the sidewalk for a while, until Deidara emerged as the victor once more.
He grinned down, panting slightly. "You lose again, Sasori-san…"
"Heh…" The ash-rose-eyed teen smirked up at Deidara. "How do you know I didn't just let you win?"
"Because you're a jackass."
A soft chuckle was the only answer.
Blue eyes gazed down upon Sasori's features: the tilted head, the slightly narrowed eyes with a taunting glint in them, the teasing lips curled perfectly into an infuriating, almost flirtatious smirk…Deidara had the annoying urge to both clobber that Goddamn smirk off Sasori's lips and…well…kiss it at the same time. Wait, what?
Sure, he still remembered the softness, and the sweet aftertaste after he ran his tongue over his lips – he guessed that Sasori had eaten some sort of candy before the…incident – but that didn't mean he…liked Sasori. Besides, he was going out with Sakura. And Sasori was an asshole.
"Are you going to let me up or just stare at me all day?"
"…!" Deidara blinked, a blush coming onto his cheeks as he came to. He suddenly smirked back, answering, "I'm. Going. To kill you. For that, asswipe."
Sasori raised a red eyebrow, countering just as slowly, "I'd. Like. To. See. You. Try, brat."
Deidara's face screwed up into a mask of annoyance.
The shorter of the two shifted uncomfortably, rolling his hips. "Come on, Deidara, get off me already…my pubis is starting to hurt…"
Wha– Deidara practically flung himself backwards off the other, face a violent crimson.
"Oh?" Another smirk grew on Sasori's lips as he stood up, walking past Deidara while jabbing him in the forehead once with two fingers. "Interesting."
"S-Sasori-san!" Deidara scrambled up, face still a dark red. "You didn't tell me my leg was…there!"
"I thought you'd have figured it out…are you really that unobservant?" Sasori paused. "You know what the pubis is?"
"I know what it sounds like!"
"You mean pe–?"
"Sasori-san! It was bad enough hearing it one thousand times from Sai!"
"It's what you have–"
"I know that, but–!"
"You're such an immature idiot."
Blue eyes widened.
Sasori froze. "W-Wait, I didn't mean it like that–!"
Deidara started walking past the other boy, features dark.
"No, don't!" Sasori hastily grabbed onto the closest hand with both of his, watching with wide-open eyes as Deidara turned around in shock.
A sigh blew from the blue-eyed male. He tightly gripped one of the slightly trembling hands, irises softening. "I'm not leaving you, un."
"For real?" Sasori's irises lit up, lips curving upwards somewhat.
"Un…but we need to get to school now." Deidara gave a soft tug on the other's arm before he began walking, blinking as Sasori rushed over immediately, still holding his hand tightly and walking way closer than he should be.
This is like escorting a four-year-old… Deidara thought to himself, trudging his way to school. He switched his gaze to the teen next to him, tilting his head at the way the shorter boy was looking away. Suddenly, wide silver eyes came to rest to meet with blue, and Deidara immediately turned his head back to stare away, trying to hide the slight flush. How long is he going to act like this…?
"…Sasori-san, there's the school," he told the redhead as he saw the building come into view. "We need to…"
Sasori tightened his hold on the hand.
"Sasori-san!"
"Deidara…don't leave me alone…"
"Sasori-san, you won't be alone if you go into school, so–"
"Don't…"
"I'm not going to go into school holding your hand!" Deidara blurted out, redness fogging up his face.
The silver-eyed student let go of the hand, before running in front of the other, blocking his path.
Deidara almost let out a groan of frustration.
"Deidara, I don't want to be alone!"
Quickly, Deidara looked around, trying to see if there was anything he could use to know what to do. His eyes caught a glimpse of a mother kneeling down and embracing her crying child, the tears stopping after that.
Oh God no…
He exhaled, closing his eyes. The options he had were:
A) Throw away his embarrassment and actually hug Sasori to see if it would work in calming him down
B) Walk around Sasori
C) Stay where he was and wait for some sort of miracle to happen
But if he went with A, then there was always the chance that Sasori would come to his senses right in the middle, and Deidara would not only lose their friendship, but also earn himself a fairly good beating. B was no better off: Sasori could always just tag along, with those sad eyes of his. It would kill his reputation, and Deidara couldn't do that to him. Or be caught having the school tough guy following him around like a lost dog. And C: who knew when some nosy idiot like Kiba could come wandering around and see what was going on. Sasori could get a bit…scared and run to Deidara, and then…that'd be bad.
"Deidara…!"
The blond hesitated, before tenderly holding out his hand once more, which the other eagerly took. Slowly, he led him over to a secluded little area hidden behind a tree and some bushes.
Sasori blinked, tilting his head.
"…" Deidara swallowed. Should I try this? It's already been so long since he began acting this way, and there's a fairly good chance he'll 'wake up' in the middle…
He took in a deep breath, before wrapping his arms around the redhead's body, drawing him close.
Silver eyes widened, the shorter student's whole body tensing. Eventually, the taut muscles relaxed, eyes half-closed, as Sasori rested his chin on Deidara's shoulder.
Deidara sighed in relief, smiling slightly: until he felt the arms snaking around his own body. A blush clouded his face and he fought the urge to try and squirm away. Sasori…was warm, after all…
And then he felt the ash-rose-eyed boy start to stir. Quickly, he backed off, gently untangling the arms wrapped around his body and getting them off.
Sasori blinked with barely open eyes, looking at Deidara while mumbling out, "Deidara…? What happened? I…feel really…tired…"
"You were…acting a bit dizzy while we were walking," Deidara lied, desperately trying to control the flames on his cheeks. "I didn't know what was wrong, so I just brought you over here in the shade to see if it'd cool you down."
"Is that so?" A small smile curved at the shorter male's lips. "Then I guess you have my thanks…brat."
Deidara smiled nervously back, just happy he had been able to get out of that situation alive.
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"Hey, Deidara-kun…I don't get this one…" Sakura prodded the blond, glancing at her paper.
"What?" Blue eyes scanned over the indicated problem. "What's not to get? You just find 30 percent of 780, un."
"I don't know how to do that…"
"Do you know 50 percent of 780?"
"300…something…"
"50 percent of 700?"
"350?"
"Un, and 50 percent of 80?"
"40."
"350 plus 40 is…?"
"390!"
"Right."
"But this is 30 percent…not 50."
"So you just subtract 20 percent off."
"…"
"…What's ten percent of 780?"
"78."
"78 times 2."
"…Um…156?"
"390 minus 156, un…"
"…2…234?"
"Yeah."
The pink-haired girl's face lit up in a smile. "Thank you, Deidara-kun! A lot, really!"
Deidara froze as he felt one of her hands tried to connect with his: the one Sasori had held onto. He quickly yanked it away, averting her gaze.
Sakura looked, confused, at the boy's reaction. An amused look slowly faded onto her face, and she smiled to herself. He's a boy…still uncomfortable with all this 'girlfriend boyfriend' stuff…I guess I can't blame him. But I'll get him to open up to me in the future. Though I never knew he was so shy…
Why does she always insist on trying to…touch me? Deidara thought, holding up his hand to his nose in a way so it wouldn't look odd. It still smelled of Sasori. Not…that he cared, of course. He just didn't want Sakura's…flowery…happy small animal scent all over him. And it wasn't the camellia smell that he had actually liked after Kimimaro had given him the flower. It was like a perfume. Overdose on perfume. Deidara definitely preferred Sasori's bittersweet scent that was both sharp and soft at the same time. A natural scent: not some…spiffed up smell. But, of course, Deidara was not admitting that he preferred Sasori over Sakura. No way. He was only saying that Sasori was…nicer, in a way…and…more fun to be around…less clingy…most likely a better…kiss…er…and pret– I'm going to end this train of thought now.
"Alright! You all can leave now!" Iruka called from his desk, still trying to complete a crossword puzzle in the latest newspaper.
"It's about time…un…" Deidara grumbled, face slightly red from his thoughts.
"Deidara-kun! I'll see you at lunch?" Sakura smiled, tilting her head.
Sasori-san copier! Deidara forced a kind smile, answering back, "Sure. Of course."
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"You are conspiring with Itachi!" Sasuke hissed as the blond sat down next to him.
"About what?" Deidara growled, crushing his cheek into his propped up fist.
"Ste–!"
"You say steroids and I'll shove this pencil down your throat, un."
"Well, you are!"
Blue eyes glared into black. "I am not on steroids."
"Aha! So you're admitting that bastard–!"
"Itachi-san isn't on steroids either!"
"See?! You're working together!"
"Un, and you're working with some stupid child molester."
"Who–? Do you mean Orochimaru? He doesn't molest me! He molests Kabuto! Of course, Kabuto doesn't seem to mind, so I guess it's not truly molesting then, but…"
A disgusted look crept up onto Deidara's features. "…I didn't need to know that…"
"Yeah, well–"
"Why are you such a nut?"
Sasuke glared. "Itachi's the nut."
"Itachi-san doesn't go insane about steroids."
"Because he's on them!"
"I–!"
"Oh, but if you want molestation…" The Uchiha paused to think, completely changing the subject. "I…think I saw him molesting some guy before…Ki…Kimimaro, I think?"
Deidara's eyes widened. Kimimaro?
"Yeah, he was…trying to pet him or something…"
But…Kimimaro…why would Orochimaru…?
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"Hey. Deidara."
He turned, blinking. "Un?"
Sasori tilted his head, a small smile gracing his lips. "Come with me?"
Deidara slowly nodded, following the other as he led him to the cafeteria.
The cafeteria? But…it's lunch…why would he want to lead me here if I was going here already? Deidara pondered, watching the redhead. When he reached the inside of the room, he immediately began to head off to his own table.
"No. I said follow."
Surprise etched itself onto Deidara's face as his arm was grabbed and he was unable to move towards his table. He looked over, seeing Sakura too engrossed in her food and talking with Ino and Naruto to notice him.
"Come on. You said you would." Sasori pulled the other after him.
Blue eyes widened as Deidara found out he was headed straight for the Akatsuki table.
If you're getting close to Akasuna…it's almost guaranteed you're going to be asked to join Akatsuki soon…
"S-Sasori-san, what–?"
"It's okay, don't worry…look, it's Kisame," The silver-eyed male replied, striding over to his own seat and sitting himself down in it. Raising a red eyebrow, he sat Deidara down in the seat between him and Kisame.
"Deidara?" Kisame stared at him in confusion.
"Sasori-san?" Deidara asked quietly, feeling the table's gaze on him.
Ash-rose irises glimmered for a split second.
"Join us."
Yeah, Deidara's finaly gotten asked. :D
The Sasuke part was just...random. But it was in there for a purpose, yep.
I would type more, but I have to go to dinner right now... xP Wow, that was pointless.
～Arrina