Time for an update! Woooh!

This chapter will be crazy. Seriously, it will.

Like, really crazy.

Like crazier than DeidaraXTonTonXChiyoXAkamaru.

Anyway, I won't go into that...

Enjo-

I'm not even going to bother.

Deidara's POV (Because it is yummy.)

Later that night, after Hidan had gone back home, I was sitting in my room, watching some documentary about pandas on my television.

I smirked as a baby panda and it's mother were rolling around together. It made me feel warm inside, almost happy.

Unfortunately, the scene rolled over, and the narrator started talking out a panda's mating habits. My eyes were glued to the large screen, and I had only noticed what was going on a few seconds after.

At first, it looked like a panda-bear, playing in her habitat, which was pretty cute...

Until the fattest panda I had ever seen strutted over to her, climbed on top of her, and started humping her!

I was watching this for about 30 seconds.

I had been watching panda porn.

Shocked, confused, and not amused, I turned off the disturbing show and stood up, looking for something amusing to do.

I was still pretty shaken on what had happened previously, No bird deserved such a horrible death. I refused to even look at Sasori after that. The little creep was still acting like nothing had happened, which just made the whole thing even more disturbing.

At the moment, he was having a bath.

I could hear the red-head singing some creepy song from all the way down the hall way.

Well, It sounded creepy. I had no idea what it actually meant, because it was in Russian.

Anyway, as I was saying; I had been avoiding Sasori all day since the incident had happened. I'm not sure what kind of up-bringing he had as a small child, but it certainly wasn't normal.

Thankfully, Sasori didn't share a room with me. I thought he was going to have the basement room; Which just ended up being a joke my parents came up with, Apparently they also thought I'd laugh along with it, The thing is, I didn't know it was even a joke.

That's how left out I've been feeling.

So yeah, instead Dad cleared out his old office, and Sasori's new habitat was formed.

Actually, I hadn't seen it yet. Mum was going on about how I should 'Let Sasori have his privacy...', So I didn't really bother him.

It's not like I wanted to bother the little freak anyway.

...I guess I could always take a little peek into his room.

I mean, It's not like he would notice...

After all, Maybe I could find some deep-dark secret about him?

Who knows.

I found myself standing outside Sasori's room, face-to-face with a tall, white door; All the doors were like that in my house, which was really confusing for guests. (and funny as hell for me.)

I could still hear Sasori's distant singing from the bathroom. It sounded even creepier, due to the echo, and his child-like voice.

I shuddered slightly, as if his voice was running up my spine, a very disturbing thought. I tried to ignore the red-head's singing, as I wrapped my fingers around the petite, shiny door-knob.

I didn't have long; Sasori's baths usually took around 40 minutes, and he had been in there for about half an hour.

I slowly opened the door, glad that it didn't squeak. The room was pitch black, due to the lack of sunlight. I trailed my arm down the wall, eventually coming into contact with a small switch. I felt my eyes go wide as the room lit up, my sight coming into contact with the awaiting scenery.

What I saw defiantly wasn't expected.

Sasori's room reminded me of a doll's house; The furniture was all Victorian-styled, probably antique. The walls had been wall-papered, a light-pink colour, with dainty white patterns. A large, double bed was positioned in the corner. The sheets were white silk, and frilly at the end. Numerous porcelain dolls sat at the headboard. They looked old, and all wore lacy dresses. A big wardrobe sat at the end of the room, the cream coloured paint was chipped slightly, but went with the design. I also noticed a cabinet, which matched the wardrobe. It was filled with tiny pairs of shoes, belonging to none other than Sasori.

My eyes then were fixated on a large fish tank, positioned on-top of a white cabinet. The strange thing was, there were no fish in the tank; Only water. The glass tank lit up a light pink colour, due to the built-in light bulb at the bottom. I scowled at this; Dad was probably going to let Sasori have his own aquarium or something, Which pissed me off big time. He wouldn't even let me have a parrot.

I made my way towards the cabinet, deciding to have a look at Sasori's shoes. For all I know, He could have a nice pair of creepers I could steal. Then again, his feet were tiny.

I approached the cabinet, kneeling down to have a look at the numerous pairs of shoes. I opened the glass doors, inspecting the inside of the cabinet.

Just as I was about to pick up a pair of tiny, doll-like shoes; I turned my head slightly, looking at the door. Just to make sure no one was there. I could still hear Sasori singing from the bathroom, which was good.

Well, not in that way. In fact, his singing was highly annoying (And scared the shit out of me.)

I turned my attention back towards the shoes, picking up a tiny pair of red, satin slippers. They were embroidered with amber coloured beads of different shapes and sizes. They were pretty, but looked like they belonged in a museum, rather than on Sasori's feet. He seemed to be a lover of shoes.

Just as I was setting the slippers down, I noticed a beautiful pair of combat boots. They were navy blue, and had numerous studs on them. I picked them up, touching them in my hands. They were real leather, a real good make. It was a shame they were a few sizes too small though; I would of been all over them. As I was about to put them down, I noticed that one boot was heavier than the other. Frowning at this, I reached into the heavier boot, exploring it in my hand.

My fingers eventually came into contact with a rubbery-like object. I pulled it out of the boot, revealing itself to be an old, leather handbook.

Deep, dark secret: Here I come.

I smirked, carefully pulling the leather string away from the book, so I could open it. The pages were old, and curled at the ends, but I didn't really care about that.

I began flipping through the small pages, skimming through the black, printed writing: It was just a normal book. I sighed at this, reading a few lines.

"Speaking to someone you've never met is easy for some, difficult for others. The secret is to avoid waiting too long before approaching, because if you do, someone else might talk to them first. So take a deep breath, think of a good opening, and go for it! It's really not that hard."

I smirked. Even if this wasn't a dark secret, I couldn't believe Sasori was reading books on how to talk to people.

"If you're going up to someone and planning on talking to them, you need a conversation starter. A conversation starter will reassure the person that you follow social cues, you're friendly, and are genuinely interested in them."

This book clearly wasn't helping Sasori in any way, the kid acted like a complete freak towards everyone. There's friendly, then there's Sasori. Two big differences.

"Lots of people think they're funny or witty when they actually aren't. If you regularly get sympathy laughs from your friends, or crickets from strangers, when you try to be funny, don't make an effort here. If you're actually a funny person, don't be afraid to let some jokes fly."

Sasori really wasn't funny. Well, he was funny-looking; That's about it.

As I turned over the flimsy page, I noticed a small picture placed in the center of it, obviously as an attempt to be hidden.

I raised an eyebrow, picking up the picture. It was of a middle-aged man; He had dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a pleasant smile. Behind him was a family, two young children and an aging woman.

Just a regular picture, really. I couldn't see how this related to Sasori though. I flipped the page, noticing another hidden picture. This one was of another family, all sitting on an old fence; They looked happy.

I held the book above my lap, holding it upside down and gently shaking it. About 8 more pictures fell from the leather book, falling onto my lap. I quickly scanned them; Noticing that they were all of different families.

I turned my head again, looking back towards the door. No-one was there, and Sasori was still singing in the bath.

Still holding the pictures, I picked up the leather book, quickly stuffing them into it. Sasori couldn't find out about this, for all I knew, these pictures could mean a lot to him.

It's not that I cared if he would be upset, I just didn't want my Mother to bitch-slap me for interfering with Sasori's privacy.

"Let him have his privacy!" Mum would nag at me.

"This is all very new to Sasori, So don't upset him!" Dad would add.

It annoyed me when they spoke like this. It's as if they didn't care how I felt about the whole 'new brother' thing; It was a big change for me too.

I had just finished stuffing the book back into the pretty boot, and I was now placing it back in its rightful habitat. Just as I was about to close the cabinet, a strange chill ran down my spine.

Sasori was still singing in the bathroom, so it couldn't of been him. I turned my head, expecting to confront one of my parents; Thinking of an excuse to make.

Oh, how very wrong I was.

There was Sasori, standing at the doorway, still singing the creepy-sounding lullaby. He was wearing a long, white nightgown. It reached the very bottom of his ankles, and the sleeves hung loosely over his finger tips. He was still wearing his black ribbons though, around his neck and wrists, as usual. Over the nightgown was a blue-bell coloured dressing gown. It was old fashioned, and buttoned up around the red-head's frail waist.

I was frozen on the spot. All I could do was watch him. Eventually, Sasori stopped the singing, smiling down sweetly at me.

"Deidara, I didn't see you come in here!" Sasori giggled, showing his pearly-white teeth. I felt a bead of sweat running down my face as I continued staring; Sasori giggled more, approaching me. "Did you need anything?" He asked, kneeling down in front of me, our noses almost touching.

I still couldn't move. All I could do was shake my head slightly, hoping for the best.

Sasori tilted his head, still smiling. "Then why were you here?" He questioned, stroking my face with his small hand. I shivered at this; Sasori's hands were extremely cold, almost freezing.

"I-I..." I stuttered, thinking of something to say. "I wanted to spend some time with you..." I 'admitted', shrugging my shoulders innocently.

Sasori's hazel eyes seemed to light up more at this. He smiled, and flung his skinny arms around my neck, pulling himself up slightly. "Why didn't you say?" He cooed, pulling away, and pinching my cheeks. I scowled slightly at this, staring into his eyes. "We could of had a bath together!" He giggled, eventually letting go of my now sore skin.

"No way am I letting you see my dick, un." I stated, crossing my arms at the red-head. Sasori giggled at this.

"Aw, but we could play with my rubber ducks!" He squealed, holding both of my hands.

I sighed; It would of been worse. Sasori could of seen me going through his book.

"Maybe another time, un." I muttered, pushing Sasori away slightly, and standing up. The red-head looked up at me, his eyes wide.

"You can sleep in my bed, with me tonight..." He offered, gesturing towards the bed.

"And why would I want to do that, un?" I asked, frowning slightly. Sasori looked down, playing with his fingers and biting his lip.

"I don't know..." He began. "I-I just thought we could have a little sleepover..." He muttered.

I sighed softly, leaning on one hip.

"Maybe another time, ok?" I offered. Sasori looked up at me, smiling brightly and nodding rapidly.

"Ok!" He agreed, grinning. "Thank you!" He added.

"No problem, un..." I drawled, turning away and walking out of Sasori's room.

That was close. If I was caught, I'd probably be hanging from a rope in Sasori's wardrobe now. Or worse, like that pigeon.

I checked my watch.

01:23am.

It was late; and I had school tomorrow.

I quickly removed my make-up, then slipped into my favourite pajamas. They were my guilty pleasure, really.

A pair of white shorts, dotted with pink polka-dots, and a white pajama vest, with the same pattern. It fit nicely around my waist, and showed off my stomach.

I admit it, they belonged to my Mum. Dad bought them for her last Christmas, and she acted very gratefully towards him for them. I later caught her throwing them in the bin; Which I felt kinda bad about. Dad had spent ages picking them out for her; So I had them.

I crawled into bed, pulling my thick duvet around my slender body.

Suddenly, I started to hear the pitter-patter of heavy rain drops. A storm had been closing in, and it had finally arrived.

This didn't bother me; In fact I actually liked it. Call me weird. but I love feeling that sense of comfort, being all tucked up in bed while it was cold and wet outside.

It was moments like this which I wanted to last forever.

Unfortunately that certain moment didn't last as long as I had expected.

Aaaand, that's the end of that chapter!

I know this chapter took ages to update, I'm a bad person.

So yeah, Sasori's getting a bit weird.

Or weirder.

So, I don't really have anything to write at the moment, So I'm just going to stop ranting on now.

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