I couldn't make this story realistic an for the life of me. Sorry about that ^^' So I'm just gonna fool around with it and throw some random bs in. Here's another chapter in our dear Sassy's POV~~

Chapter 8 - Armistice (Just because I can spell that.)

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching-" Sasori cut himself off when acknowledging the fact that he was actually apologizing. He opened his eyes and stared into the baby blue eyes of a familiar blonde.

Except that he wasn't so familiar after all. Despite his anti-sociality, Sasori could see through people fairly well. His eyes narrowed as he looked the boy up and down, taking in every little detail with amazing speed. Ignoring the showy clothes the blond was wearing, he noticed how the brat looked a lot more laid-back and almost nonchalant. His head was more tilted back and, together with his casual pose, it came across as though he was looking down on the redhead.

Sasori arched an eyebrow. The brat had certainly gone through a transition, but the result of it surprised the him. The majority of his one-night stands turned introverted or even left the school, as though they'd been bullied for months. That was, if they changed at all. Many were like him. They didn't mind one-night stands.

The brat seemed to be different in this department, though, and Sasori was yet to decide whether he found it interesting or not.

He stared, without blinking, into the eyes of the blond, until the other's mouth stretched into a wide smile.

"Hello, Master Scorpion. Long time no chat." Deidara's grin could even be heard in his voice. To Sasori it seemed as though he was being laughed at, and judging by the expression the blond was wearing, that was exactly the case. How strange. "I see you're the same as ever."

Sasori didn't know what he meant by that, just like he was clueless of the origin of the nickname, but he wasn't going to inquire. There was something else on his mind. "I don't remember being topped by you. Did someone change my memory, or is it you whose memory is letting you down?"

"Oh, you've heard the rumour, too? It spread quite quickly, didn't it?" Deidara let out a light-hearted laugh, running a hand through his shining blonde hair. "As for your question, I can't be too sure. How could I, if there's a possibility that somebody's been messing with my brain? How do you remember it? Maybe we could-"

In a flash, Sasori's hands were pressing the blond against the wall, and to his own surprise, he found his breathing uneven. He was angry and glaring straight at the blond. How had he managed to reach that level, if only seconds ago, he'd been as calm as a rock?

Deidara was aware of the conflict inside the redhead; it brought an expression of content onto his face. He started to open his mouth to say something, but the angered redhead beat him to it.

"What do you want?" demanded Sasori. To the blond's displeasure, his voice was composed. "Could it be – revenge?" There was mock disbelief in his voice.

"I'm merely trying to stay on surface in this place," Deidara said, his hand wandering down to grope the redhead's jeans. The other raised an eyebrow at him, and Deidara could feel him tense, but didn't move away from the touch. "What's it to you?" A hand slipped into the back pocket of Sasori's jeans.

"I couldn't care less," Sasori snapped, perhaps a little too quickly. He started to pull away, but the distance between his and Deidara's face didn't lessen. If anything, it grew shorter.

"Since when do you walk away from someone so easy?" Deidara snickered, drawling out the last word. He was playing with everything he had. One hand looped around the neck, the other on the redhead's ass, both pulling them closer to each other. "Or is my lack of sex-appeal holding you down?" Deidara breathed sensually against Sasori's face and neck. "Can't say it bothered you before, Sassy."

Sasori was trying his best to keep up a calm appearance, but how long would anyone endure, with a slutty blond clinging onto them, begging to get beat up and screwed? "Is sex the only thing on your mind now?" Why hadn't the blond been like this at the party? Made Sasori wonder about how much exactly he had missed out on.

As the said words ran through the redhead's mind, he realized instantly how the blond would retort. Mentally he wanted to punch himself for making it so easy for the other.

"Most people I've met don't think of that as a bad thing," Deidara quoted the redhead from the night of the party. And he sank his teeth into the flesh of Sasori's neck. The blond's hand ran along the curve of the other's hip, finding its way to the groin.

Sasori felt the teeth and lips doing their work on his neck, could feel the route of Deidara's hand, and thought 'Why should he walk away, if this would prove to be even more pleasurable than the last time?' He felt the blond's fingers find the zipper on his jeans and just when he thought he knew what was coming...

...a sharp knee kick in the groin wiped away all pleasure he'd been receiving. Harshly he was given a push and in a flash he found himself sitting on the ground, hands pressed against the semi-erection. He suppressed the moan and glanced up, finding the blond staring down at him, disgust covering his face.

"Stay away from me, you piece of shit," Deidara spat, turned around and walked away, blonde hair flapping, as though nothing had happened.

-x-

Since then Sasori was convinced that the brat had gone through a transition, and not for the boring, introverted type. Quite the opposite, frankly. Deidara was now a stormy spirit, wandering around school like all the rumours someone had started and tyrannizing Sasori like the ghost of an ex-girlfriend.

Sasori couldn't walk down the hallway without a reminder of the blond getting in his way. Whether it were the groups of girls pointing fingers at him or clusters of boys quieting and glancing at him as he passed, there was always someone. It had brought Sasori to realize how much he'd actually appreciated the humbleness that had radiated off the lower ranks whenever he'd passed them.

Sasori wasn't one to start a fight, though, if he had a choice. And he certainly didn't feel like taking on a dozen people on his own. But the staring and whispering had truly begun to get on his nerves.

Sometimes he'd encounter Deidara himself; those were the worst of his days. Because the blond would never be simply standing in the hallway (like normal people would). No, far from that. There'd always be a guy or two hitting on the brat, or sucking faces with him. And did they always have to be at it while pressed against the door Sasori wanted to open?

Sasori had no doubt about Deidara doing all this on purpose. But surprisingly this wasn't what pissed the redhead off the most. It wasn't the blond's rebellion, it was how hard it had become to resist pulling the random guy away from the blond and dragging the brat to a bathroom or, better yet, his own dorm room. Who wouldn't have wanted to dominate a rebellious hottie like that?

Despite the long list of guys Deidara had been seen making out with, he didn't have a single rumour of him sleeping with anyone flying around. Which, to Sasori at least, was the final proof that the blond was doing it all just to annoy him. And, only God and Sasori knew, that it was certainly working.

-x-

The S-rank lunch table was the same as usual - the same as it had been before the blond's arrival. Since Deidara didn't sit with them anymore, there wasn't a single reminder of him at the table. None of the S-rankers ever paid attention to what was happening with the lower ranks. The only exception had been when Deidara and his group had declared to the entire student body that Sasori had been topped, but that had been only once. None of them had ever mentioned it after that.

Sasori, of course, kept his mouth shut as well. Why would've he started a conversation about something he so clearly wanted to avoid talking about? It was his business and his business alone. And Deidara's, but that was another story.

Sasori sat at the lunch table, ignoring the chatter around him, and tried to figure out what he should do next. Should he continue ignoring everything like he had until now, and hope that it would all just eventually go away?

Or should've he tried talking to Deidara? Yeah, merely talking?

But what on Earth would've he said, if he couldn't even make sense of his own emotions? What the hell did he want?

-x-

After lunch Sasori decided to take the rest of the day off. He didn't care for a permission slip, they could punish him if they wanted. Truth was, every teacher in Oto no Sato would've been grateful to not have him in his class. He could make their day for a change, but just this once.

Sasori got his sportswear from his bedroom and went straight to the gym changing rooms. He only paused on the way to get a bottle of mineral water from the machine in the hallway. He undressed and threw his clothes into the locker. He was frustrated and wanted to get away. Some serious work-out might've exactly been what he needed.

Sasori may not have looked like it, not under the long-sleeved shirt and dark jacket, but his hands and torso were really muscular. He wasn't the type to go and sweat with everyone else in the gym daily – he preferred being alone – but he liked being fit. One didn't keep up an S-rank student's reputation by being a marshmallow.

Sasori changed into his sportswear and trod to the gym. Fortunately, he thought, at this time of day, the place would be empty. He pressed down the handle, opened the door and... nearly shut it again and turned on his heel.

Nearly.

Because right there, in the right corner on a leg extension machine, sat no other than Deidara The Annoying Brat.

Why the hell wasn't he in class? Sasori went completely still for a moment and a small part of him wanted to leave right then, but he caught himself on time.

What the hell are you doing, Sasori? a strict voice demanded in his head. Who is this brat to chase you away from where you want to be?

Sasori's grip on the handle tightened and he pushed the door open. Keeping his gaze on the ground, he headed straight to the weights. He was determined to keep his focus solely on working out and ignoring the blond's presence completely. Would it work?

To make sure it did, Sasori put on more weights than usual. It didn't keep him from glancing at the brat from time to time (Deidara had moved to the treadmill), but didn't allow him to stare at him the entire time either, which was definitely a plus. (Did the blond have to wear clothes so tight even to the gym? And why were his exhausted breaths such turn-ons?)

Sasori almost let the bar slip out of frustration. He held it close to his chest, resting a little. Should he leave after all and come back later? He was about to get up when he noticed the blond getting off the treadmill and heading out the room. Sasori sighed contently.

He continued working out for almost an hour, glad to have the place to himself. The blond was still on his mind, but at least the real thing was away from him.

By the time he finished, he had calmed down and was in control of his own thoughts again. He was glad. Putting the weights back, he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel and went to the locker room. He undressed without a hurry, almost smiling to himself. The work-out had really been what he'd needed.

He closed the locker door and strolled to the showers. Behind the door he halted. Water could be heard running in the communal shower room. Sasori bit his lip. It couldn't be- Not able to resist the urge, Sasori cracked the door open and found Deidara showering, his back on him. Sasori felt like hitting himself with something heavy. The blond had probably gone swimming after he'd left.

It won't take that long, Sasori reasoned to himself and stepped inside. He hung his towel on the wall and turned on one of the taps. Warm water poured down on his sweaty face and Sasori let out a composed sigh. It felt good; it felt really, really good. And there was no greater distracter he could think of – all he could think of was the hot water washing away all the sweat from his body and massaging him – until the blond begun to sing. He. Begun. To sing.

Sasori literally slammed his forehead against the wall. Was this boy for real?

"I'm your favourite drug, your favourite drug. Just one hit is never enough. I'm your favourite drug, your favourite drug. You can't break this addiction, nooo!"

Sasori faked a cough. "Cut it out."

Deidara swung around and looked alarmed, as though he'd just now realized he wasn't alone in the showers. It took every bit of Sasori's self control to keep his eyes solely on the blond's face.

Deidara didn't bother straining himself, though. After collecting himself, a sly smirk crossed his lips and he shamelessly looked Sasori up and down. His smirk turned into a smile when his gaze stopped on Sasori's waist.

"Hi," he said simply, once looking the redhead in the eye again. He turned around and closed the tap, wringing out his long blonde hair. Done with that, he grabbed his towel and, using it to dry his hair instead of covering his lower regions, went out the door. The whole incident from Deidara noticing Sasori to him walking out the door had taken less than half a minute and not once had the blond's cheeks flushed.

Sasori frowned. He turned the tap off as well and followed the blond to the locker room. He knew the two of them had to talk and this might've been the best chance he'd get.

"Brat-, I mean, Deidara!" Sasori called out, after tying the towel safely around his waist. The blond's shameless staring had bothered him for some strange, unknown reason. "Deidara, we need to talk," he stated, looking at the blond who was just about to leave.

"You're wrong," Deidara said with an expressionless look. "I don't. But if you do feel the need, I'll let you waste a minute of my time. I'm listening."

Sasori quirked an eyebrow at the unreasonable retort, but decided it for the best if he let it drop. He looked down, scraping his scarlet red hair back in frustration. "Look, this bullshit needs to stop; it's childish and immature." He glanced up at the blond to see whether he was following. Deidara looked nonchalant, as if daring whether the redhead could do better than that.

Sasori kept the eye contact. "I'm sorry" – he nearly hissed the words – "if I did something you think I shouldn't have. I take it that our worlds differ far too greatly for us to come to an understanding. What I'm asking is, could we forget what's happened in the past?"

Deidara broke the eye contact with a blink. He shrugged and turned around. "Yeah, sure," he said, before exiting.

Sasori watched as the door fell shut. It had been that easy?

It was only later on that he realized the blond might've not meant what he'd said.

To be continued...