Hey everyone! Happy (early) Easter!
I changed the ending that I had planned, so if you asked a question and I answered, some parts of my answer might be lies now… xP So now this is no longer a tragedy. :3
This chapter takes place after school.

"So we're enemies now."

"U…Un…" Deidara looked away.

"Then I cannot be seen talking with you." Kimimaro began to stride away.

"My mom…wanted me to thank you!" Deidara stopped the other in his tracks. "For the camellia…she really liked it."

Kimimaro looked over his shoulder. "Just ask if you want some more. Or perhaps some clematis seeds…Mother grows those as well."

Deidara nodded, watching him walk off, and he could've sworn he heard Kimimaro mutter, "Stupid Mother and her stupid flowers…"

He smiled lightly. I could say the same about my mom about eagles… Suddenly, he blinked. "Wait!"

"…Yes?" Kimimaro paused again, trying to prevent a tinge of impatience from seeping into his voice.

"Orochimaru…has he ever…done something…?"

"…Can you clarify?"

The newest student took a deep breath. "Has he ever molested you?"

Kimimaro stiffened, eyes narrowing as he turned back around fully. "How dare you say such things about Orochimaru-sama!"

Deidara winced. "I-I just heard it from Sasuke, un!"

"So you listen to Sasuke?"

"He…brought it up once…I was worried that…it might've caused some problems between you and Jyuugo…"

The green-eyed boy blinked. "You…worried about me?"

"You're my friend, after all…" Deidara mumbled.

"Friend? But you're in Akatsuki and I'm…"

"Should that change anything? I thought that…before…"

"I…"

"Kimimaro?" Jyuugo came over, orange eyes glimmering confusion. "You're talking with Deidara again?"

"Jyuugo…what's your opinion of Deidara-kun?"

"My…opinion?" Jyuugo blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Friend…enemy…something around those."

"Deidara is my friend. Why?"

"If…I were to say that Deidara-kun was my friend as well…would I be betraying Orochimaru-sama?"

Jyuugo sighed, a troubled look crossing his face. "I still don't see what you see in that guy…I only joined him because you joined him."

"Jyuugo–"

"He's wrong in the head, Kimimaro. He gave 'special attention' to you, do you remember that?"

"Jyuugo, do not speak in such a way about Orochimaru-sama!"

"Kimimaro, he once sat in his room for one whole night without any sleep screaming 'I want my Uchiha Itachi!' continuously."

Brilliant… Deidara bit his lower lip. Lover's quarrel…

"…! How did you find out about that?"

"Tayuya told me–"

"Tayuya? You were hanging out with Tayuya?"

"H-Hey…" Deidara stepped forward, almost tenderly. "I thought you two got along well, un…"

"We have our fights now and–" Kimimaro was cut off by Juugo groaning and holding his head.

"…! K-Kimimaro, un? What's going on?" Deidara stood frozen, noticing how green eyes widened in shock.

"Jyuugo–!" Kimimaro tried to approach the other, forced to move back as an arm swiped his way.

Deidara ran over to Kimimaro, helping him regain his balance. "Are you okay?"

"Stay away from Kimimaro!"

The blond froze, eyes widening. He saw the fist coming straight at him like a speeding bullet and the power it was hiding. He saw the angry snarl on Jyuugo's lips and the fogged up irises. What he didn't expect, though, was a hand shooting out in front of his face and catching the incoming fist. Quickly, he looked over at Kimimaro, seeing the expression of forced concentration.

Jyuugo frowned deeper, eyes narrowing. "Why are you protecting him?" He raised his other arm, sending another attack towards his offender.

Kimimaro reached up and blocked the attack with his hand again, staring straight into orange eyes, his voice commanding and icy.

"You will not hit me, Jyuugo."

Shock electrified the taller teen's features, light seeming to flow back into his irises. He shakily withdrew both of his limbs, staring in disbelief at the other two boys. "I-I did it again, didn't I?"

"…" The green-eyed boy didn't respond, lowering his arms.

"This is why…I didn't want to be with you, Kimimaro…!" Jyuugo went on, fear apparent in his voice. "I can't control myself…I don't want to hurt you…!"

"…We've been over this before…Jyuugo…" Kimimaro slowly approached the other. "You won't hurt me. I can stop you."

"But what if you mess up one time and–!"

A finger pressed against arguing lips. "I won't mess up. I've been taught not to."

"…What happened?" Deidara asked almost inaudibly, slowly recovering from his stupor.

"…I was hoping to control this before someone found out." Kimimaro sighed, turning to Deidara. "But I suppose it just didn't work out that way. Deidara-kun, I think it's only fair for you all to know about this if you're going to fight against us at some point."

"…!" Deidara blinked.

"So you can tell Pain, but make sure Orochimaru-sama doesn't find out that you told him." Kimimaro's gaze darkened a little. "…When Jyuugo gets very stressed or angry, he turns into what you just saw. His sense of judgment becomes blurred, and he attacks anything or anyone he sees as a threat to both himself and me. But for some reason…he sometimes attacks me as well…"

"Maybe because he sees you protecting the guy he thought was trying to hurt you."

Kimimaro looked at him in confusion.

"…And maybe, because of that…he sees you as someone different. And he attacks you because he sees you no longer as Kimimaro."

Jyuugo nodded. "…When I was…going to hit him…I saw Orochimaru instead."

"…So you want to hit Orochimaru-sama?"

"I haven't gotten him back for molesting you!"

"He doesn't even know we're together."

"Does that give him the right?"

"No, but…"

"Then what's the problem?"

"I will not allow you to assault Orochimaru-sama!"

Deidara backed up, feeling a bit awkward. "I…I'm going to leave now, un…"

"So you're just going to allow him to molest you whenever he pleases?"

"No, of course not."

"He's going to keep trying until someone does something about it!"

"That doesn't mean you hit him, Jyuugo."

The blue-eyed male looked around nervously, before running off.

x––––––»

Shit.

Deidara felt his eyes narrow at the sight of pink hair. He had wanted to avoid explaining to Sakura for as long as he could. He had already explained to Ino and Naruto, who had surprisingly taken it better than he had expected, but Sakura…was going to be a different story. And unfortunately for him, she turned around, her eyes widening.

"Deidara-kun!"

Goddammit. He held back a sigh, swallowing as he saw her run over, pain in her jade irises. "What's wrong, Sakura?"

Sakura stood in front of him, gaze pointed towards the floor. "Why, Deidara-kun?"

"Why what?" Deidara asked, albeit already knowing what she would ask.

"Why were you sitting with them? Grinning, playing…"

"Sakura…I'm part of them now," Deidara said. "I'm part of Akatsuki."

"But why?" Sakura looked up, eyes filled with hurt. "Why would you go off with them? We already lost Sasuke-kun to Orochimaru…!"

"I can still be your…boyfriend…but I just can't sit with you at lunch anymore…"

"Deidara-kun…!" The girl coiled her arms around the other's torso, pressing her face into his chest. "I…I know they don't just let anyone sit at their table…! You need to be asked…" She looked up, lips quivering. "Deidara-kun…who asked you to join them?"

Deidara stiffened.

"…It was Sasori, wasn't it? I saw you with him…laughing and smiling…"

"S-Sakura…"

"Why, Deidara-kun? Are you two friends? Why'd you become friends with him? Itachi and Kisame were bad enough…!"

"Un, I…"

"Why, Deidara-kun? Why?"

Her lips were slowly inching towards his.

Deidara winced, harshly breaking out of her embrace and moving backwards.

"Why don't we ever do anything?" Sakura continued, voice rising. "We never do! It's never romantic between us! I…I love you, but…"

The blond felt like he was going to be sick at the words "I love you." He swallowed, trying to calm the storm in his stomach.

"You're such a bastard!"

"And may I ask why you're treating Deidara in such a way?"

Sakura froze, her now angered expression whirling around to position itself at the newcomer.

Deidara felt his heart miss a beat and his stomach flip.

"Why would you care?" Sakura countered, feeling her infuriation grow even more.

"Why do you care if I care?"

"Did you ask him to join you?"

"And if I did?"

"Why?"

"Does it matter?"

"Why did you ask him to join you?!"

"It's not like I forced him. He joined on his own will."

"But why did you ask him?"

"Sorry, bitch, but I've answered enough of your pointless questions already."

"You could hardly call those answers!"

"Heh, like you can hardly call yourself a girl."

"What?!"

"You're more like a man in a skirt."

"Why you son of a–!"

"Deidara!" Sasori set his attention to other male, quickly striding over to him. A smile curled his lips as his head tilted. "Come on, I still have to show you something."

"Un…" Deidara nodded, hesitating.

"Come on…it's important." Sasori pulled lightly at the other's white sleeve, leading him away from the pink-haired girl.

Deidara was oblivious to Sakura's gasp, as Sasori's hand migrated to his wrist, unseen to anyone but him. He felt his muscles tense at the warmth, some heat rising up to his face.

Sasori chuckled softly. "You're such a baby…"

"No I'm not, you asshole…!" Deidara hissed back before looking away. Sasori laughed softly again, and Deidara blushed. "I love you" might've sounded like nails on a chalkboard from Sakura, but…Deidara was almost positive it would've sounded like silk from Sasori. Just because his voice wasn't whiny and all, that is.

x––––––»

"This is the place where we meet. So when Pain calls a meeting, you come here."

"This is where…you sketched that one picture?"

"Mm?" Sasori blinked. "Oh, yeah. That…one you were so fascinated with."

"Because it's amazing!" Deidara argued, running over to the railing overlooking the great waterfall.

"You flatter me, brat."

"Goddamn stubborn bastard…"

"Now you're just complimenting me." Sasori smirked as he joined the other.

"Do you wear contacts?"

"What?"

"I mean…your eyes…they're…silver-like…"

"And?"

They're…nice… "That's not natural, un!"

"So I'm unique. Isn't that what you said?"

"Yeah, but…"

"Then what's the deal?"

"Nothing…"

"How stupid…"

"…Sasori-san…"

"What?"

"U-Un? N…Nothing, I…just felt like saying your name…"

"Oh…?" Sasori raised an eyebrow.

"…! I-I mean…!" Deidara turned away to hide the redness staining his cheeks. "Since I couldn't say it…in front of Sakura. I…felt the need…I mean, to be polite…or…er…"

Sasori started chuckling, quickly covering his mouth with his hand. "You're the unique one."

"It's not that funny!" Deidara snapped, until he realized the other was laughing. Slowly, he reached out, pulling the hand from in front of Sasori's mouth.

The shorter student blinked, halting his laughter. A flush barely made its way onto his face as he yanked back his hand, touching his lips with his knuckle. "What was that for?"

"I wanted to see your smile…you always cover it up." Deidara paused before adding with a sly grin, "Like a girl."

"What?"

"Oh, come on, Sasori-san. Everyone knows that girls cover their mouths when they laugh, un."

Sasori's face screwed up in anger, and he thrust the blond into the railing front first. He got behind him, pinning the newest student's hands to the metal with his own, leaning over and whispering harshly in his ear, "Take that back."

"Why?" Deidara snorted softly, "You do act like a girl sometimes…"

"Look, you little shit, I can toss you over the edge here at any moment I want," Sasori growled, pressing down harder on Deidara's hands. "Now take what you said back!"

Deidara laughed. "They're words. I can't."

"Why you little–!"

"Sasori, what are you doing?"

The redhead turned, moving away from Deidara. "Pain, he said I act like a girl!"

Pain blinked. He coughed once, stating, "Uh, well, Sasori, I…"

"Damn you!" Sasori snapped, before catching sight of Konan. She had this look on her face, a smug grin. Sasori knew that look. He felt his face heat up, and he glared. "Konan! No, get your Goddamn mind straight! We weren't doing…" He shook his head, his blush deepening. "Pain! Control your stupid girlfriend's perverted mind!"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"You want her to be, so just straighten out her head!"

"Sasori…you were–"

"No I wasn't. Pain shut her up!"

"Well, Sasori…it looked pretty…let's say…unusual for…"

"I wasn't doing anything!"

"I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff!"

"That's it, I'm leaving!"

"Sasori-san!" Deidara raced after the other as he stormed away, a dark redness stretched across his features. He did not like the look Konan was giving him.

"Don't be too harsh with him, Deidara-kun!" Konan called after the two, giggling.

"Konan," Pain scolded gently, setting his gaze on the girl. "You know that…"

"Yeah, but how often do you get to see Sasori flustered like that?" Konan protested, pressing her hands to her hips. "Come on, Pain! Even you'd jump at the chance to ruffle him up!"

"Yes, but…"

"Sasori-san, wait up!" Deidara called, finally catching up to the other.

"Deidara…" Sasori looked away, sounding as if he was forcing himself to stay calm. "Do you really…think I'm weird? Like…a girl…?"

"N-No…" Deidara felt a flush wander onto his face. "I was just teasing…if…you need to know the truth…I think your eyes are very beautiful…and you covering your mouth when you laugh…is really cute…"

Sasori looked, shocked, at the other. He then averted his gaze, a tiny smile gracing his lips. "…Are you trying to flirt with me?"

"Wha–?! N-No, of course not!" Deidara stammered. "I was only telling you the truth! What I thought!"

"Then stop…" You might make me…fall for you… "Start lying…"

"Sasori-san, I can't…" Deidara trailed off.

"You goody two-shoes." Sasori raised his eyebrows sympathetically at the other. "You're still a big softie. What will it take to change you…?"

"I'm not soft just because I don't want to lie to you, un!"

"You are soft, idiot, even if that isn't a factor."

"And you're so impatient it makes my head want to explode, ass!"

"Calm down…you take everything so seriously."

"…Because you make everything so serious."

"Really…" The ash-rose-eyed boy paused, before adding on quietly, "…Come to the cafeteria after school tomorrow. You…are able to, right?"

"U…Un…"

"Okay then." A smile accompanied a tilted head as Sasori started to run off. "I've got to go, but I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

Deidara nodded. "I…will come to the cafeteria after school, un!"

"You better, brat!"

x––––––»

Sakura froze as she felt a presence behind her. She whirled around to meet furious silver eyes. She swallowed, putting on her best glare. "And what do you want now?"

Sasori's fist tightened before ramming itself into the girl's face, sending her stumbling backwards.

The girl's eyes widened as scarlet liquid trickled down her nose. She set her bewildered gaze on the other. "Y-You…!"

Sasori strode up to Sakura, grabbing the collar of her blouse and slamming her against the nearby wall, sending his infuriated, piercing glower into her green eyes.

"The only one who can call Deidara by any other name but his own is me, got it?" he growled, venom leaking through his words. "Call him whatever you like: Deidara-chan, Deidara-kun, Deidara-sama…but if I ever hear you call him anything like bastard, shit, jackass or the likes, I'll make sure to create a small piece of hell for you to live in."

"Why do you care…what I call him?" Sakura managed out. "Why do you care at all?!"

Sasori glared for a few moments more before releasing her, quickly storming off, mumbling only to himself,

"Because only the one who cares for him can give him pet names."

Silly Sasori. You already have fallen for him. xD
Um, and yeah. Deidara kinda knows he likes Sasori (Even though he's still very confused by it) and that Sasori kinda maybe likes him, but he just doesn't want to believe it. Basically, he's using Sakura as an excuse to tell himself that he doesn't like Sasori. Oh, and Deidara is going to talk with his friends about him being Akatsuki more. Just in case it seemed a bit short to you guys.
…Haha, Konan's a yaoi fangirl. xP

～Arrina