I actually updated faster this time! Buuu, but it's sort of a short-ish-like chapter…
…I don't like this one. D: I seriously don't. Feels like another filler chapter…
Anyways, it takes place same day. Only outside. Not in the halls. xP

Previously:

"Now…you ruined the fun and told everyone, didn't you dear? My plans I had are now rendered useless…since everyone knows…I think you should be punished, don't you?"

Deidara turned his head slowly, feeling the hold on his throat tighten slightly, and met with golden eyes. "Orochimaru…"

Deidara hit the wall harshly. He opened his eyes slowly, glaring in defiance at the other boy.

Orochimaru chuckled darkly, reaching out and gripping his fingers into blond hair. Abruptly, he yanked his arm back, ignoring the hiss of pain. "Now, now, Deidara-kun…this all could've been avoided, you know…"

The newest student curled his lip as he was forced to look into amber eyes. "You think I'd actually hurt Sasori-sa–Nngh!" He was cut off as another jerk pulled at his hair.

"Oh, but you agreed…"

"And I found a way around that agreement!"

"I promised I wouldn't hurt Sasori-kun."

"You expected me to believe that?"

A sly look crossed Orochimaru's face. "So he means that much to you, darling?"

"Sasori-san's my friend!" Deidara growled in his defense.

"You're sure now? He's nothing, I don't know…more?"

"He's my best friend!"

Oh? Orochimaru raised an eyebrow at the slight flush that fogged over the blond's cheeks. "So how would you feel, say…if something happened to him?"

Deidara bristled, lips twisting into a snarl. "What'd you do to him?!"

Another chuckle escaped the black-haired boy. He released the golden locks, instead moving his hand to the base of Deidara's neck, pushing him against the wall. "I never said I did anything. I just brought up the situation."

"What…" ice slipped into Deidara's voice, "did you do to him?"

Smirking lips and glimmering gold eyes were his only answer.

Deidara snapped. "What did you do?!"

"Do you really want to know?"

"So you did do something to him! Tell me! What the hell did you do to–?!"

"Tayuya should be taking care of him by now."

"What…?"

"You heard me. We saw Sasori-kun exit the cafeteria, and I told Tayuya to follow him and attack at the best possible time…outside if necessary. When you left…let us say I had the prime time to get back at you for betraying us."

A grin cracked the blond's lips. "Heh…that bitch could never beat Saso–"

Right then, a scream resounded around the area.

Deidara felt his blood curdle. N-No way…

"Change your mind, precious?"

"…" Deidara's face stayed blank for a few more moments before it lit up in enragement, and he threw an infuriated fist towards Orochimaru's face. "You're a bastard!"

Orochimaru merely laughed as he easily blocked the other's hand with his unoccupied one.

Gritting his teeth, Deidara glowered at Orochimaru for a few seconds more, before attempting to run to his left.

Unfortunately, the hand on his collarbone was still in place, and in turn, prevented him from moving with a sharp push.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I can't allow you to run free."

Blue eyes pierced gold. "I'm going to him."

Oh, now doesn't that sound so sweet? Almost like…his lover… "But Sasori-kun doesn't like you. Why else would he be intentionally avoiding you?"

"Your mind games don't work on me." Deidara grabbed the wrist of the hand on his clavicle and yanked it off, before turning and running to the left, where he had heard the yell from before.

"Deidara-kun…did you not hear me?" Orochimaru effortlessly caught Deidara's arm, flipping him back around. "You cannot go."

Deidara snorted, jerking his arm to release it, and began running again.

Orochimaru sighed. Guess it couldn't be helped.

Deidara's eyes widened as he saw Orochimaru appear before him, a stinging pain now residing just above his collarbone. Instinctively, he reached up and pressed his fingers to the spot, only to find a warm liquid seeping down.

"You understand now, precious? I wouldn't like to hurt you anymore, but if that's what it takes, I'm afraid I will."

"Don't make me laugh."

"Oh? Now what's with the sudden cold shoulder, hmm?"

"You hurt Sasori-san…that's unforgivable!"

Orochimaru let out an amused laugh. "Now aren't you quite the little hero? Loosen up, Deidara-kun. You can't stick like a leech to poor Sasori-kun forever, you know." He brought his red-tipped nail to his lips and licked the blood off.

Blue eyes narrowed in a threatening manner. "Move."

"Is it that important that you see him?"

"I said move!"

With a chuckle, Orochimaru moved to the side. "Well then…be my guest."

Deidara glared at him in suspicion as he slowly took a few steps forward, before breaking out into a full-blown sprint. As he got farther and farther, his thoughts of Orochimaru drained away, and ones of Sasori replaced them; he didn't even feel the golden gaze that pierced his back before Orochimaru finally took his leave, laughing. When he reached the corner he turned, eyes now holding a worried sheen to them. No Sasori. He kept on running, quickly hitting the next corner and turning right, before another left.

And meeting straight dead-on with confused silver irises.

"Deidara?" Sasori tilted his head, removing the straw from his juice box from his mouth.

"Sasori-san! Are you alright?" Deidara couldn't tell if he was feeling relieved or scared.

"Am I…what the hell are you talking about?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Hurt…? Are you an idiot?"

"Un?"

"Tch…ridiculous…"

"Where's Tayuya?"

"Tayuya?"

"Dammit, Sasori-san!"

"What, you stupid shit?"

Deidara sighed. "You…are you alright?"

The redhead softened his piercing gaze down. "…Why?"

"It's Orochimaru…" Deidara shook his head before asking again, "Sasori-san, are you alright?"

Orochimaru? Sasori's eyes narrowed. "I'd say yes, but then again, why should you care?"

"…!" Deidara stiffened. "Sasori-sa–?"

"After all, I'm just some idiot girl, right?"

"Sasori-san, I…you're not! I just…"

Silver eyes met sternly with blue.

The taller boy shifted slightly, trying to prevent a flush from fogging up his cheeks. "I…just didn't want Hidan to…you know…"

"…" Sasori gentled his stare once again. Why…can't I ever stay angry at him…?

"S-So you see? I really don't think you look like a girl…or act…"

"Tch. Whatever." Sasori slipped the straw back between his lips. "So what's the deal? Orochimaru? Tayuya?" He suddenly blinked. "He didn't attack you again, did he? Is that how you got that cut?"

Deidara then realized he had been unconsciously rubbing his new cut. "U-Un…Orochimaru…"

Sasori extended an arm and pried the other's hand away from the injury, squinting his eyes to examine it. "It's not infected…at least, not with any dirt or the likes…maybe Orochimaru germs, but…" He smirked at the disgusted look he received. "So tell me. What made you think Tayuya got to me?"

"Orochimaru said that he sent her to take you down…" Deidara explained, then pausing. "Where were you? I looked for you everywhere."

"I came outside, obviously. The main entrance. I stayed in front for the most part, until I heard that…"

"Un, you heard that? That's why I thought Tayuya had gotten to you…it sounded just like you, un…" Deidara flicked his irises away off to the side for a moment.

"Really? I thought it sounded like a gi–" Sasori stopped himself to send an irked glare at the other.

"It honestly sounded like you to me! Maybe I'm just deaf, but it didn't sound like a girl to me at all!" Deidara protested quickly.

"…Alright. Fine." Suspicion still laced Sasori's voice. His eyes then latched onto something near the other's feet, and he asked out, "What is that?"

Deidara blinked before looking down at the indicated item, bending down to pick it up.

"It looks like a…tape recorder kind of thing?" He stated, twisting his hand to look at the metal object at different angles. "…And it has a tape in it."

Sasori cocked his head. "Play it."

Hesitantly, Deidara pressed his thumb down on the play button.

Instantly, the same scream from before shot out from the machine, only this time, of course, much louder.

Sasori stared, wide eyed even after the recording had ended. His ears rang. Harshly. They hurt. The device falling to the grass with a thump knocked him out of his stupor, and he immediately snapped his line of vision to Deidara's face and snarled out, "Are you trying to kill me, brat? Do you know how Goddamn loud that was?!"

"I think I know," Deidara countered, his one visible eye barely open while the hidden one was shut tightly, his one hand covering his ear. "I was right next to the thing, so I got the worst of it!"

"Holy shit…" Sasori hissed, hand pressing forcefully on his forehead as he stumbled to lean against the wall on his right. "My ears…my head…"

"…You told me to play it…" Deidara groaned out crossly, trying to soothe his throbbing skull. "Damn…who the hell was that?"

"I have no idea…Orochimaru probably just had someone scream while he recorded it, then warped it somehow on the computer…" Sasori let out an exasperated noise. "I need some ice…"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, if you consider going partially deaf 'alright,'" Sasori spat. "How many times can you ask that in just a few minutes?"

"I'm just worried…"

"I'm flattered, honestly…" Sasori brought up his drink and pressed the cool side to his forehead. "Okay, so…before I seriously do go deaf…tell me the rest of what happened."

"Un…he told me that Tayuya was…taking care of you, while he got back at me for betraying them. Then that scream happened, and you know I thought it sounded like you, so I got worried…I thought she beat you. I didn't believe it at first, though, un…"

"You seem to be worrying about me a lot."

"…! Is that a problem…?"

"…It…it's a bit uncomfortable, I'll admit…" The ringing was slowly fading away. "But…do what you want."

"You're contradicting yourself…I guess Zetsu was right…you are a hypocrite…"

"You just met the guy and yet you're already siding with him? Idiotic…"

"…I'm just saying…but anyways, I…I'm just happy you're okay…"

Ash-rose met with blue. Sasori made no move to stop the hand as it reached out and met with the side of his neck. It was…soothing…but at the same time, it was almost…asking permission.

"I was really scared…" Deidara took a step closer to the other.

"Don't lie, brat…it makes you seem weak," Sasori mumbled, averting his gaze.

"I'm not lying…" And with that, the blond had the other in a firm embrace.

Sasori felt redness flood to his face, and he moved slightly, complaining softly, "Dammit, shit…you made me drop my juice…" He switched his gaze to the tipped over juice box in the grass, right behind the other boy.

An unreadable snort was the response. "Was it really that important, un…?"

The silver-eyed student unconsciously pressed towards the warmth. "…Just leave it."

Deidara compressed his hold on the other, breathing in his scent.

Blood rushed to Sasori's cheeks, and he closed his eyes, shivering a little, for a moment. "L…Let go…let me go…"

"Un…?"

"Release me…"

Albeit a bit reluctantly, Deidara complied, taking a step back after he had broken his hold on Sasori.

A sigh freed itself from Sasori's mouth. "Now there's blood on my uniform…"

Deidara opened his mouth to reply, but was quickly cut off.

"Apologize and I'll rip out your tongue."

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"…Sasori-san, where are we going?"

"I don't know. I'm just walking around the school. You can do what you please."

"But he might come back and–"

"Oh? You want me to personally escort you?"

"That's not what I meant!" Deidara snapped instantly, "I just–!"

"Oi! Redhead!"

"Are you kidding me?" Sasori growled, slowly pausing his stride and turning around.

"No way," Deidara seethed, doing the same.

"Looks like Deidara-chan found you!" Hidan grinned as he halted his run.

"How many times have I told you–?" Deidara started icily.

"Deidara, don't waste your breath on the idiot," Sasori snorted before returning his attention to Hidan. "What do you want?"

"Look what I found!" Hidan thrust out his arm.

Sasori glared. "It's a dead squirrel. Except you stuck a fork into it. So what?"

"Sasori-san, that's disgusting…"

"Suck it up."

"You don't want it?" Hidan blinked.

If glares could kill, Hidan would've died fifteen times over. Sasori glowered darkly, and, with a head tilt from Deidara, with a small bit of disgust? "What ever went through that miniscule brain of yours that would make you think that I'd want that stupid excuse for a gift?"

"So…you really don't want it?" Hidan paused before that maniac grin returned to his lips. "All right then!" He took the handle of the fork and ripped it down.

Deidara instinctively clapped a hand over his mouth, redirecting his revolted stare to Sasori's legs.

"Heh." A smirk curved Sasori's lips as he saw Deidara's actions. "Weak stomach."

"What is wrong with you?" Deidara hissed out, lifting his head to look into amused ash-rose irises. "How the hell is that–" He pointed a finger at the now shredded squirrel. "–Not disgusting?"

Hidan looked affronted. "It's not disgusting, Deidara-chan! It's, uh…art! Yeah, it's art!"

"That is not art," Sasori argued.

"Oh, whatever!" Hidan huffed, a smile then coming to his face. He pulled out a spoon from his pocket. "Hey, hey! Redhead! What is this?" All of a sudden, he stabbed the spoon into one of the open gashes in the body, pulling it back out with something in it.

"…" Sasori almost flinched. Almost. "…I don't know the squirrel anatomy, but that…is obviously its heart."

"Really?!" Hidan was absolutely ecstatic. "Okay, then what about this?" He repeated the process.

"…That's…part of its spinal cord…"

"I thought it was part of its Goddamn ribcage…" Hidan sighed, shooting daggers at the corpse before stuffing the utensil back into its tattered body. "…This is its ribcage, right?"

By now, Sasori had a partially disturbed look on his face. "Just what the hell did you do to the inside of this thing?"

"Why?"

"You have part of its ribcage on a spoon."

"Maybe I'm lucky?"

"How the hell is that lucky?"

Deidara gagged at the sight of the crimson-soaked bones. "Sasori-san! You're not helping, un!"

Sasori hesitated. "Hidan, go bug Kakuzu. I'm sure he could use a…your gift."

"What?" Hidan complained, "Why?"

"Go."

Hidan took one look at the sharp nails being raised and took off.

"Tch." Sasori put his hands on his hips. "Idiot."

"Disgusting…that was so disgusting…"

"Calm down, Deidara…" Sasori rested a hand on the other's shoulder. "It's gone."

Deidara felt a spark shudder from Sasori's touch. He looked at him, eyes wide.

Sasori snorted, smirking, and ruffled Deidara's blond hair. "Brat." His eyes then traveled down to the still leaking injury. "We're lucky Hidan is too idiotic and didn't see this…though I do wonder how even he missed this…" Removing his fingers from the locks of gold, his moved them down to the cut, running his pointer finger over the red liquid and wiping it off. "…It's still bleeding. Maybe you should see the nurse?"

"No, it's okay!" Deidara shook his head. "It's fine…it doesn't even hurt."

"Fine." Sasori huffed and stuck out his tongue.

Deidara blinked.

Sasori screwed up his expression into one of disgust.

"How do you act so childish all the time?" he scoffed, folding his arms across his front. "It's so Goddamn…uncomfortable and weird…"

"U-Un?"

"Childish, brat! Like…" Sasori covered his eyes with his hand. "I can't believe I actually did that…"

"A-Ah…" Deidara knew he was blushing. Seeing Sasori act immature was a once in a lifetime moment, and he had nothing to remember it by…and for once in his life, he kind of wished that Konan had been there to take a picture.

"Oh my God, Akasuna, that was priceless!"

Sasori stiffened.

Temari literally squealed as she skipped over from the corner of the school, shoving something into Deidara's hands. "I loved it! Loved it, loved it, loved it! Do it again!"

"No way in hell," Sasori seethed, edging away from her.

Well, he had wished for a photo…and he got one. Deidara couldn't tell if his eyes wanted to stay stuck to the picture or look somewhere else.

"Bum." Temari pouted before turning to Deidara and pointing. "Now, in exchange for that picture! You will join! The Akasuna Club!"

"Akasuna what?" Sasori was dumbfounded. "Deidara, what…?"

Deidara swallowed nervously. "T-Temari…is it really that important…?"

"Of course it is!" Temari insisted, pointing at a now confused Sasori. "It's Akasuna!"

"Y-Yeah, but…!"

Temari grinned. "I'll take that as a yes! All right!"

"Temari, un!"

"Yes! I'll go tell Tenten as soon as I can!"

And with that, the girl ran off.

"…" Deidara flinched. Was a picture really that important, for something like this…? And in front of Sasori himself, too…

"Deidara…?"

He turned, meeting with an equally red face as his own.

"What was that, Deidara…?" Sasori asked quietly, eyes wide. "A club…for…?"

"I-It was Temari's idea!" Deidara tried to clarify, "I–She just–!"

Sasori merely looked away, looking slightly uncomfortable.

Deidara bit his lower lip. Once again, Temari had complicated his relationship with Sasori just when it was getting better.

No, Temari didn't actually ruin their friendship again. It was just an awkward situation.
I feel like I rushed this one. I think I did, yes. And I failed the Hidan part… D:
Mm, yeah, and I believe there are still some loose ends to this chapter, so they'll probably be solved in the next. xX; -kinda got writer's block while writing this chapter-

〜Arrina