A/N: I'm so sorry for the late update once again! I lie so much, I know you guys are sick of it...DX But I made sure that this chapter was pretty long for the sake of it!
Well, the suckish thing was that I was sick for about three days...
I'm not even going to bother making up excuses that are true but don't count as actual excuses...
Good news? (To some people...) I listened to Black Veil Brides for the first time! ^^ I try to expand my horizons to listen to all subgenres of rock, whether it be mainstream or not.
But I don't think I've ever heard Black Veil Brides mainstream...?
I don't know! D:
Lol, haha, sorry about that awkward thing...
bAkablAckcAt: Lol, good. That was my motive. :D Thanks you!
Kuroui: Lmao XD Don't worry, I won't ever (hopefully) be away that long. Well, unless I go to vacation in Japan or something. I might be going next summer...(yay!)
SasoxDei: Oooh, you're spidey senses are tingling, aren't they? ;)
AkatsukiMemberKyoki: Lol...it's kind of too bad it doesn't make people ugly...I think. Thank you! :)
*points* To chapter 5! Also, I've decide to try to name each of my chapters after song names. This one will be obvious for Americans.
Oh and on a side note, the names of the guys at the end actual do have meaning! Don't worry. :) It will be explained later on as well!
Chapter 5: Dirty Little Secret
The rain had stopped its downpour around two. After the last bell of the school rang at 3:05, the students began packing up their belongings to hurry home.
The sky was now clear, droplets of rain hung from leaves of bushes and trees, and the sun's light deflected from multiple objects. However, inside of the school was not as bright as it was outside...
Kisame stared back up at Sasori. The red head had entered class around the middle of second period with a note and his bag. However, when Kisame had asked his friend why he was late, Sasori did not supply a reason. Well, at least a reason that Kisame could actually consider a reason.
"Hey, dude, why're you late?" he had asked, taking a casual approach even though he was suspicious.
"Had to go look for something," said Sasori.
Kisame did not buy it at all. Sasori had been a bad liar from the beginning anyway. But the red head was also very stubborn. So Kisame decided not to vex him about it, believing it would become the cause of his death.
"Kisame. Let's go."
He had also noticed that since Sasori came back, he had been much more annoyed and easily annoyed. During lunch, he had literally punched a girl in the face. (Although Kisame guessed it was okay, since the girl he had punched in the face was one of the red head's fangirls. But still.) The only thing that held him back from doing it was the fact that the teacher was still around, and he had a previous reputation of doing so once, and almost the entire male population had sent him hate messages on facebook.
Worriedly, he glanced at his shorter friend again. Sasori's eyes were bloodshot and he didn't look his hottest either. His anxiety only escalated when he saw the three younger figures waiting for them outside.
"Hey, fuckers! Hurry the fuck up! We're going downtown today, remember?" Hidan yelled at them impatiently.
It should have been something everyone was used to. However, to the younger ones' surprise, Sasori snapped at the Jashinist. "Shut the hell up, Hidan."
"What the fuck's up with you?"
"Shut up, Hidan."
Hidan balanced on the balls of his feet, and whispered quietly into Kisame's ear so Sasori could not hear. "What's his problem?"
"I don't know," Kisame answered honestly.
"He's like, fucking PMSing." He had said it out loud this time.
"Shut the hell up, Hidan," Sasori warned again.
Deidara pursed her lips, and Itachi raised an eyebrow.
"You okay, Danna?" Deidara inquired. She tilted her head a little to her left. The girl had much bigger worries in her head, but her boyfriend was most likely to top it all. Afterall, support in a relationship was important.
Sasori put two fingers right in between his eyes, and sighed. "I'm fine,"
But I'd be an idiot to tell you that they believed him.
"Dammit, Danna! What did you eat, yeah?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The two questioned each other after a quick kiss in front of their friends.
"You're breath kind of stinks, yeah." Deidara had lied—his breath was not just "kind of stinky", it was completely disgusting.
"Is that something you say to your boyfriend?"
"Definitely, un."
"..."
Kisame's eyebrows furrowed. The last time that he had heard that phrase directed toward Sasori was when...
He didn't even want to bother to think about it. Clutching his head, Kisame excused himself to the restroom.
"Kisame, for the twelfth time, shut the fuck up."
Kisame wasn't prepared to back down anymore. Unfortunately for him, he had actually thought about it, and was now continuously asking Sasori. If Sasori had actually bothered to keep count on how many times he had asked if he was okay, then he was being quite serious. Although his friend was extremely frightening when bothered with, he believed that this was the only way to get the truth out of Sasori.
Fortunately for Kisame, the first years had left early, giving him the chance to confront his friend.
"Sasori, I'm asking this because I know your not telling the truth."
Sasori suddenly stopped in his tracks and tensed, considerably around his shoulders.
This was when Kisame realized that he was in a large amount of danger.
"Kisame."
Very slowly and cautiously, Kisame advanced toward the shorter one. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the collar.
"I swear to fucking anything, you dare call me a liar again, and I will personally put you into my collection."
Normally Kisame would have turned extremely blue on the spot, but he was left unfazed this time.
"What wrong with you, Sasori?"
The red head grit his teeth. He slowly let go of his friend's collar. After a large gap of silence and a sigh, he gave a sigh.
"Why would I tell you?"
"Because we're friends."
Kisame didn't hesitate to answer.
"..."
"..."
"I've started smoking again, Kisame."
Without thinking, Kisame punched Sasori in the face, on the cheek. He landed on the concrete with a thud. People began to look at the two with astonishment in their eyes. Obviously, because it wasn't that often you would see a man get punched right there in public.
"Kisame..." Sasori growled.
"Dammit, Sasori!" Kisame yelled. "Do you remember what that did to us? Do you remember where the hell our lives went?"
It ruined your fucking lives.
"Sasori, it practically ruined our lives! What's gotten in to you?"
Sasori stood up. "Do you even understand? How the hell could you understand what I'm going through right now?"
"Well I'm not going to surely understand it if you didn't even bother to tell your friend! We both fully know that this never solved anything!"
People stared at the two as they walked by.
"...Let's go somewhere more private," Kisame said.
"Fine."
They decided for Sasori's house, as Itachi had gone back to the Hoshigaki residence. When the door was firmly shut and locked, the puppet master turned back around, only to be hit in the face again.
"Goddammit, Kisame!" he growled, clutching the side of his face that had now been hit twice.
Next, his blue-skinned friend punched the ivory wall to the side of him. It was silent until Kisame spoke up.
"Why Sasori?" he asked.
Sasori couldn't care less for the look on his friend's face.
"Kisame, this doesn't even concern you," he dictated. "I can do whatever the hell I want."
The revolting scent of cigarette that reeked from his breath didn't help his friend's anger.
"Is that...all?" Kisame inquired solemnly. "Is that all you want to say?"
"Did you expect more?" Sasori shot back, tilting his head and glaring.
"...Somewhat..."
"What do you want to say? Quit wasting my time. You know I hate to wai—"
"Can't you not be selfish for once?"
Silence filled the tensed air.
"What?"
"Can't you ever think about anyone but yourself, Sasori?" Kisame yelled, stepping back to glower down at his friend. "Maybe about us? Maybe about your friends? All your goddamn life, everything's been about you! About how your grandmother lied to you, and that it still hurts you! Shit like that shouldn't even matter anymore! You haven't even learned you lesson from last time we did the entire smoking shit! We're lucky our asses didn't get caught! What good is there to this?"
The only sound that penetrated through the house was the panting of Kisame's breath.
"..."
"..."
"Out."
"Sasori it doesn't—"
"Get the hell out of my house, Kisame."
The look that could kill. Kisame almost believed it.
When the door closed, Sasori stared back at his puppet and shivered. One thought passed through his mind.
Itachi sighed and looked out the window. She saw Kisame enter the front entrance, but knew he was not at all in the happiest moods of any kind.
The door slammed opened, and Kisame jumped into Itachi's arms without any explanation. Itachi held him tightly without question.
"Kisame..."
"Thank you Ita-chan."
"..."
Itachi closed her eyes.
"It's no problem."
Hidan groaned.
"Fuck...what the hell makes me think that something bad's gonna happen?" he asked.
Deidara raised an eyebrow as she pulled up a knee toward her chest. "What do you mean, yeah?"
The Jashinist shook his head, deciding not to scar his friend any further from past events.
"It's...nothing. Probably just another one of my stupid thoughts."
The blonde stared at him blankly for a moment, then turned to Tama. She patted the spot next to her on the floor, and the Shiba Inu trotted over. She nuzzled her owner's waist for a moment before laying down to the side.
"I'm afraid nobody's love is eternal...Tama. Except someone like you...even if you can't be a someone."
The dog almost looked as though it tilted his head in confusion. Deidara smiled.
Hidan did not hear the sentence, as his phone began vibrating.
It was strangely familiar number, although it was not in his contact list.
Hello.
-Shunji
His eyes widened.
He believed he was one of the luckiest ones. He still had his parents, but they just hated him. Hated for him being who he was.
It wasn't right in my mind.
But that gave him the courage and strength to what he became.
I declared him Astheno.