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Three Weeks Later
"No sex?!"
Deidara sighed. Hidan was going crazy ever since Deidara told him what had happened in his hospital room the day he had woken up.
"Hidan, I told you, the nurse just came in. It's not like we were gonna keep making out in front of her, hm," Deidara explained for the upteenth time.
"But...no sex!!" Hidan screamed hysterically, flailing his arms.
Deidara sighed and rolled his eyes. "No Hidan...no sex, hm," he said.
"Well that's just wrong," Hidan huffed, crossing his arms.
Deidara slapped his forehead. "Of course it is, hm." he said sarcastically.
Just then, Sasori appeared in the distance. He was walking towards both Deidara and Hidan.
"Well...seeing as your boyfriend is here, I'll go. I've to meet someone," Hidan said, beggining to walk away.
Deidara raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Off to get laid?"
Hidan smiled widely and kept walking.
"Hey!" Sasori said, after he caught up to Deidara a few minutes later.
"Hey," Deidara said, hugging Sasori. The two began to walk around the school. "Dochira ni ikitai no desu ka? For lunch, I mean."
"Uh...remember what happened last time?" Sasori laughed.
"Yeah," Deidara said with a grin. "So, we'll just eat in the cafeteria.
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"So...any news of your dad?" Sasori asked as her worked on his puppet. Art class was always a great place to talk.
"Nah, but if he's gone another week I might consider calling the cops, hm," Deidara said absentmindedly, as he molded a lump of clay.
Sasori snorted. "And my 'another week' you mean...?"
"A month," Deidara said with a smirk.
"So...what were you and Hidan talking about?" Sasori asked, wiping wood shavings off his desk.
Deidara went red. "Just...stuff."
"Uh...what kind of stuff, may I ask?" Sasori said.
Deidara's hand slipped and he accidentally broke off some clay. "Damnit!"
"Hello...I asked something..." Sasori said waving his hand in front of Deidara's face.
"Oh...what? Oh yeah, um...we were...he was saying that we s-should've had sex. You know that time in the hospital..." Deidara said softly, fixing the spot where the clay had come off.
Sasori didn't answer.
Deidara looked to the side at Sasori. "What's wrong?"
Sasori's eye twitched. "What do you mean, 'what's wrong'? Hidan is such a...a..."
But whatever Hidan was, Deidara never found out, because the bell rang.
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No one was home. Not that Deidara expected anyone to be, anyways.
Deidara walked up the stairs and into his room.
"What's this, hm?" Deidara said to himself. He picked up a broken beer bottle that was on the floor.
"This isn't mine..."
Deidara threw it his trashcan and took off his backpack. He tossed it in a random direction and it flew across the room, collided with the wall, and fell to the floor with a thud. He felt hungry, so he went down to the kitchen.
"Beer, beer, beer, beer, water...what the fuck is that...beer, beer, beer...ah fuck this, hm," Deidara said, grabbing beer bottle and closing the refrigerator's door. He opened the beer, and went up to his room.
Deidara sat down his bed and grabbed the TV remote. He turned on his TV.
"News, news, porn, porn, porn, news, cartoons, movie, movie, porn movie..." Deidara turned off the TV and took a gulp of his drink. There was nothing to do. He was out of clay and there was nothing on TV. He wanted to call someone but his phone wasn't working. "Fuck, hm," he muttered, throwing it across the room.
It hit the wall, broke, and fell to the floor.
Great. Now he had no phone.
Deidara heard the door open downstairs and knew his dad had come home. He hastily stuffed the bottle under his bed, and went downstairs to greet his dad.
'Might as well get off to a good start, hm...' Deidara thought bitterly, making his way downstairs.
"He-" Deidara stoppped at the foor of the stairs, staring in horror at the door.
"Um...hello," said a woman. She had long, sleek black hair and large brown eyes the exact same shade as Sasori's. She had a slender figure and wore a dark purple dress and sandals to match.
And...she was holding a hand. A hand that belonged to Deidara's father, who looked rather pleased with himself. Like a kid in a candy shop with money of his own.
"Hey kid, don't look so depressed like you always do. Brighten up for your new mom!" his father said. Something was different, he wasn't drunk. And he looked cleaner and had actually brushed his hair.
"He-hello," said the woman, stepping forwad. she held out her hand. "I'm Midori. Touji Midori."
Deidara did not shake her hand. He glared at her and scowled, the turned around and stormed up the stairs. He went in his room and slammed the door.
'Gone for weeks, left me alone and comes back with some whore...and he expects me to be ok with it...hm?!' Deidara thought heatedly.
He took out the half-empty beer bottle from under his bed and drank the rest in one gulp. He threw the bottle at the wall and it smashed into a billion tiny pieces, which all flew and fell on Deidara's bed, floor, and desk.
Deidara sat on his bed, staring fixedly at the wall, scowling. He heard voices just outside his door.
"But Nagato, he's your kid. I don't think I should be the one talking to him...not me...you," Midori was saying. It had been a long time since Deidara had head anyone call his father by his first name.
"Fine," came Deidara's father's voice.
The door opened and Midori and Nagato came in, Nagato spoke first. "Deidara..."
"What?" Deidara said, a little forcefully. He continued to stare at the wall.
"Mind telling me why you were so rude to Midori?" Nagato said calmly, although glaring at Deidara. Deidara suspected that he had not been beaten half to death yet because Midori was in the room.
Before Deidara could answer, though, Midori spoke. "Gomenasai, Deidara. I know you might feel angry towards your father and me too, you might feel angry that all of a sudden your father brought a woman that isn't your mother...but-"
"You don't know how I feel," Deidara snarled, still not looking at them.
"Please," Midori went on. "I want...look, I know I will never replace your mother...but I want us to be friends, please? I've never had the chance to have a kid and...I'd like to try. It would make me so happy. You and me can go places, the movies, mall...and I might even help you get someone, a girl," she added with a smile that Deidara did not return.
Deidara turned to look at Midori, his azure eyes fixed on her brown ones. "I already have someone and his name is Sasori, hm," With that said, he stood up and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
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One Week Later
It had been a total hell. Deidara hated Midori so much. He hated her face and her stupid attempts at trying to be nice to him. His father had become nice and caring. At least, when Midori wasn't around, he was.
But Nagato's insults and hits had done their job. Deidara was as mean and uncaring as ever to everyone but Sasori.
Today was a rainy day and Deidara was sitting in his room, completely drunk. He was staring at the wall, a look of amusement on his face. Being drunk was the only thing he could do to block out Midori's stupid voice and shut himself up in his own little world where everything was perfect.
"What..." Deidara muttered as someone knocked on the door.
Midori stepped inside. "Hey Deidara, your dad left to the store and I thought you and I-" she had just noticed the beer bottle in his hand and the others on the floor around him.
"What a-are you...s-staring at, hm?" Deidara said slowly, trying to give her a death-glare but failing miserably.
"Deidara, what are you doing?" Midori cried, rushing forward, her hand outstretched. She reached for the bottle.
Deidara moved his hand so she could not get it and laughed loudly. "You can't get it...you can't get it...hahahaha..." he leered at her.
"Deidara, you're not old enough to drink, what were you thinking?" Midori said, finally giving up on taking the bottle.
Deidara drank the rest of the bottle in one gulp. "Duh, I wasn't t-thinking anything.
hahaha..."
Midori sighed. "Why'd you do this Deidara?"
"Because...because I can, hm, " Deidara said slowly.
Midori sat on Deidara's bed and stared at him for a while. "What is your problem?"
"Y-you're my problem, lady," Deidara answered, still trying to glare at her with disastrous results.
Midori raised her eyebrow. "Really?" she said, slightly amused.
"Yes, really..." Deidara responded mockingly. He swiveled around on his desk chair and finally came to a halt, his back facing Midori.
15 Minutes Later...
Midori had gotten nowhere. Deidara was, if possible, meaner than before.
"C'mon, Deidara," she pleaded. He still had his back to her.
Deidara hummed loudly and pretended not to hear.
Suddenly, Midori remembered what Nagato had told her about Deidara.
"So..." she said casually. "I heard you tried to...um...kill yourself..."
That touched a nerve and Deidara snapped. He sent the bottle that was in his hand flying and it crashed against the wall. The pieces flew everywhere, but Deidara ignored this. "Y-you would...too," he said angrily, still not facing her.
"Hm?" Midori uttered, edging a bit closer to the blonde. "Why...you have a caring father, a house, nice clothes-"
Deidara snorted. "A caring father? Caring?! What are y-you talking about...woman?" he finally turned around to look at the woman he despised dearly. He finally achieved a feeble glare.
"E-every day...when you're not here...I end up getting my ass kicked by my own dad..." Deidara said angrily.
"But I know your father...he's...he's not like that," Midori said defensively, angering Deidara further.
Deidara laughed bitterly at this. "Don't...don't you understand, you stupid woman?" he growled. "I've lived my whole life with him. Y-you don't know what i-it's like...Always trying to make your dad proud. But all you do get is his fist...hm..."
Midori stared at Deidara, not daring to believe him. She stood up stared into Deidara's half-closed. and glassy azure eyes. "You're lying...you've had way too much to drink. Get rid of that attitude of yours and stop making your father miserable!"
Deidara would have answered back, had he not fallen asleep as Midori was talking.
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