Wooh! Update! Well, not really; I just decided to split a bit off from the last chapter and make it into chapter 9.
Chapter 10 is coming up, I can't wait!^^
I'm actually rather proud where this story is going, if anyone has any ideas, then I will be eternally grateful!
So anyway, please review^^ I've just made a new batch of virtual cookies, and send them to all you lovely readers!^^
Wow, that sounds really creepy .
I apologize for that.
Anyway, please enjoy!^^
-Deidara's POV-
I sat up groggily and glared at my door.
A light tapping sound was coming from it; I presumed someone was knocking. (Or Mum was sleepwalking again.)
"What, un?" I moaned, sitting up and rubbing my sore eyes.
The knocking finally came to a halt, and my door quickly swung open, revealing a very frightened-looking red-head.
I sighed. "What do you want, Sasori?"
Sasori looked a mess. His eyes were seriously wide, and he was shaking rapidly.
"T-The thunder is scaring me..." He stuttered, shifting around slightly.
"I'm not a god, you idiot. It's not like I can stop the thunder or anything, un." I stated, turning away, ready to go back to sleep.
I heard Sasori murmur a few words in Russian, which I obviously couldn't understand.
"Then can I sleep in your bed tonight...?" The red-head muttered, loud enough for me to hear. I sat up immediately, a sour expression on my face.
"No, un." I stated, resting my head on the fluffy pillow again.
I could imagine how upset Sasori looked at that very moment, and to tell the truth, I couldn't care less.
"P-Please...?" The small red-head sniffled, tears probably forming in his eyes. I sighed, sitting up again.
"Don't give me that crap, un." I started, glaring at him. "Man up. You're fifteen, not eight."
Sasori looked hurt, which I honestly didn't care about.
What? I was tired.
"I-I'll see you in the morning then..." Sasori stated, looking down at his small feet, probably expecting me to feel sorry for him and invite him into my warm, comfy bed.
Like hell that was happening.
"Ok, night, un!" I cheerfully announced, setting my head back down onto my pillow. I could almost imagine Sasori's shocked expression, which made me even happier.
Sasori eventually realized that I wasn't going to invite him into my bed anytime soon, and quickly left, closing the door quietly.
Victory was mine.
Was.
Just as I was about to drift of to sleep for the second time that night, I was interrupted by a sniffling sound coming from outside.
I immediately sat up, trying to figure out if the sound was just my strange imagination, or really something strange.
I slipped out of bed, and put on my scariest pair of pink slippers I could find. Getting ready to fight some burglars who were probably trying to steal my shit. I grabbed my baseball bat, which was leaning against the wardrobe. My bed didn't squeak, which was good. Although, even if it did, you wouldn't notice it due to the thunderstorm which was still going on.
I held the bat tightly in my grasp, prepared to swing at any moment. I approached my large door, turning the knob ever so quietly, opening it.
I slowly stepped out of my room, monitoring my surroundings.
What I found, certainly wasn't a burglar.
There was Sasori, curled up on the floor, right next to the door. A pathetic excuse of a blanket was wrapped around his small form. He appeared to be awake, due to his shaking and constant sniffling.
I sighed and approached the red-head, poking the back of his head with my toe.
"What the fuck are you doing, un?" I plainly stated, raising an eyebrow, and removing my toe from his soft hair.
Sasori flinched slightly, and rolled over onto his back, bringing the fleece-like blanket up to his chin, staring deep into my eyes.
"I-I wanted to be close to you..." Sasori stated, his eyes wide. I sighed again.
"Then why the hell are you on the fucking floor, un?" I asked again, with a bored expression. Sasori just mumbled something, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
"B-Because I felt closer to you..." He answered, a light blush forming over his nose.
"You're kidding, right?" I smirked, leaning on one hip. Sasori simply shook his head, clutching the blanket even more.
I was seriously tempted to leave Sasori on the floor; The bastard could freeze to death for all I cared, but then I remembered I had parents. They certainly wouldn't be too over the moon to find their adopted son, dead on the carpet.
"Come on then, un..." I muttered, turning around and yawning. Sasori quickly sat up, the blanket still wrapped around him.
"P-Pardon...?" He asked, staring at me. I turned around again, looking down at him.
"You sleeping in my bed, or what, un?" I growled slightly. Sasori was soon on his feet, almost jumping up and down.
"Oh, thank you!" He gleefully cried.
"Shut up, un..." I harshly whispered, entering my room again, closely followed by Sasori.
I slowly crawled back into bed, and pulled the duvet over me. Once again, I was warm and toasty. My attention suddenly went to Sasori, Who was currently crawling over me. I growled slightly.
"You could of went the other way, un." I muttered, pushing the red-head onto the other side of the bed.
"Sorry..." Sasori whispered, slipping himself underneath the covers. I could feel his small hand coming into contact with mine.
"Don't make any skin contact with me, ok?" I stated, rolling over, my back facing Sasori. I heard him mutter a slight "ok", which satisfied me.
That was until he rolled over.
Sasori's stomach was against my back, I would of protested, but it actually felt rather nice. His nose was buried into the back of my head, nuzzling my hair. I sighed lightly, closing my eyes.
"Deidara?" I heard Sasori mumble, his face still in my hair.
"Hm?" I answered, not bothering to open my eyes.
"You're really pretty..." The red-head stated, no emotion in his voice. "And your hair smells nice..." He finished, nuzzling my hair more.
I didn't know what to say; What Sasori had just said was rather sweet...
"I know, un." Was all I could say, my eyes still closed. I felt Sasori's hand slide over my waist, entwining itself with mine. I had to admit, It was also rather nice.
"You're the best brother ever, Deidara..." Sasori admitted, nuzzling my hair more.
"I know, un." I repeated. "Now go to sleep..." I demanded softly. I felt Sasori nod, mumbling under his breath.
-Later that night-
I awoke with a shock.
The room was ice cold, and my duvet had been pulled off me completely. I opened my eyes; My room was pitch black.
"Sasori, un?" I groaned, turning on to side to face the red-head, who had probably just stolen the duvet.
He wasn't there.
I sat up immediately, looking around the room.
"Sasori...?" I called out lightly, checking both sides of the bed.
Suddenly, a dark chuckle was heard by the end of my bed. I froze, completely unable to move. I felt my stomach drop.
"H-Hello, un?" I stuttered, trying to make out the small figure standing at the end of my bed.
Small figure.
Oh god.
My eyes went wide; Not again.
I shifted as close to the headboard of my bed as I could, but the figure seemed to get closer and closer.
All I could do was lay down, and hope for the best. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that this was all just a sick dream. I just couldn't go back to sleep though.
My eyes were closed, yet I felt the change of light hit them, the figure had obviously turned on my night-light. My eyes automatically snapped open, and I was face-to-face with Sasori himself.
My eyes wouldn't close, all I could do is stare at his beautiful, porcelain features.
"S-Sasori..." I gulped, staring up at him.
His eyes were wide, and a visible speckle of blood was splattered onto his pale skin. The red-head's expression was emotionless, and it was impossible to read him.
Suddenly, Sasori's lips broke out into a smirk.
"Deidara..." He whispered, his voice silky, slivering down my spine.
I didn't reply, I couldn't. All I did was stare into his glassy, hazel eyes.
"Chto ty videl?" He spat, sneering down at me. I didn't know what to say, I had no idea what Sasori had said.
The red-head looked slightly puzzled, searching through his pockets and shaking his head.
"What did you see?" He corrected himself, a deathly glare still formed in his eyes.
So he gets muddled up with his English...
"W-What are you doing, un...?" I stuttered. My eyes were wide, and probably blood-shot.
My eyes then fixated on the object that Sasori was now holding up in front of his face.
A razor blade.
I gulped, eyeing the shine in the weapon.
The bade gleamed in the harsh light, threatening me.
"Tell me what you saw." The red-head demanded, his voice ice-cold.
"I-I saw a book, un..." I admitted, deciding not to tell Sasori that I had went through the leather book. "T-That's it, un..." I finished.
"What else?" He snapped, holding the razor blade harshly against my throat; I started panicking, my eyes widening even more.
"W-What do you mean, un?" I sniffed, tears forming in my eyes.
Sasori rolled his hazel orbs, sending me another harsh glare. "What else did you see?" He whispered, lowering his head towards mine; holding his soft lips against my ear, lightly kissing it.
"N-Nothing, un..." I whispered back, staring up at the ceiling, a stray tear rolling down my cold cheek.
Sasori then started nibbling on the lobe of my ear, running his cold tongue around it. "Did you tell anyone?" He whispered, almost seductively.
I gulped, my throat rubbing against the harsh edge of the blade. "N-No, un..." I began. "I didn't tell anyone...".
Sasori then sat up, licking his lips. "Good..." He muttered, his eyes trailing towards the razor blade. I whimpered, terrified of what the red-head may do next.
Before I knew it; He was trailing the razor blade down my body, right on top of my crotch. I whimpered even more; The atmosphere was chilling.
"If I find out that you're lying..." Sasori began, pressing the blade down onto my crotch. "I'll cut your hairless little prick off, before you even figure out what it's for..." He finished, sneering down at me.
I gasped, my breath shaky.
"Do you understand me?" He seethed; threatening me with his cold stare.
"Y-Yes, un..." I whispered.
Suddenly, a cloud of something, even worse than fear, washed over my body completely. I felt a wet patch growing in the area of my crotch.
No.
Not now.
When I was small, I had a serious problem with urinating myself whenever I felt insecure of scared. It hadn't happened in a few years; but now, it's back.
Sasori glared down at my crotch, turning his nose up in disgust.
"You pissed yourself." He coldly stated, rapidly pulling the blade away.
I remained in the same position, unable to move due to fear.
Sasori became out of sight, walking towards the other side of the bed. I felt the opposite side of the bed dip down slightly, indicating that Sasori had crawled in. I closed my eyes tightly, awaiting my fate.
A pair of skinny arms, belonging to Sasori, wrapped themselves around my waist. My eyes continued to remain shut completely, and I intended on them staying that way.
"Deidara?" The red-head mutter; his voice sweet and innocent.
I didn't answer; I didn't want to.
"You're all wet..." He implied, nuzzling my chest with his petite nose.
I didn't respond.
"Deidara, are you asleep?" He asked, continuing to nuzzle my chest.
Once again, no response.
I heard a light sigh escape from Sasori's lips.
"Sleep well, beautiful brother..." He murmured, kissing me on the cheek.
I tried not to blush; Or vomit from the sheer weirdness of what Sasori had just said.
I seriously wanted to curl up and die. Sasori wasn't normal; Sasori was anything but normal.
-Morning-
"Deidara, time to wake up..." I heard my Mother announce, opening the door.
I was about to groan, and tell her to fuck off, but I was interrupted by a loud squeal coming from my Mother.
"That's so cute!" She giggled.
I decided to investigate what on earth she was talking about.
I mean, I know I'm adorable and all; But she never really announced it like that.
I opened one eyes, becoming aware of my surroundings.
Sasori's stomach was curled around my head, and his small hands were holding mine, which were currently being held above my head. My hair was sprawled everywhere, and my face was buried into his surprisingly warm stomach.
"The fuck, un?" I bellowed, quickly pulling away from Sasori; making him roll towards me.
"You both looked so cute!" Mum giggled, edging closer towards me and tapping my nose.
It was after she made that statement when Sasori woke up, A light mumble coming from the red-head.
He awoke with a confused, sleepy expression; Opening both of his large eyes.
After a while, his eyes were set towards me, and the red-head was staring into my eyes lovingly.
"Deidara..." He smiled, nodding his head towards me.
It was at that moment I remembered what had happened the night before, a sense of fear running through my body.
I looked down towards my shorts, realizing that they were not the ones that I had worn going to bed.
Which only meant Sasori had undressed me in my sleep.
Fuck. No.
"You little fuck, un!" I screeched, grabbing hold of Sasori's head and pulling him towards me.
"Deidara, get off of him!" Mum demanded, trying to pull me away.
I slapped Sasori hard across the face, growling at the red-head. "What the fuck is wrong with you, un?"
Sasori replied with a frightful, tearful expression.
"W-What did I do wrong...?" He stuttered, his eyes wide and sorrowful.
I glared; Deciding that there was no point beating the little shit to a pulp in front of my Mother.
"Everything, un." I stated, pushing Sasori away.
Mum glared at me. "Get dressed now; both of you."
Sorry for the late update! I was in the middle of finishing this chapter, when my computer suddenly switched off. I had only saved half of it, so I have just finished re-writing the rest of it T.T
So yeah, Sasori's being a little fuck-whit at the moment.
That's all I can say really. I promise you; You'll really start feeling sympathetic towards Deidara in the later chapters.
Please review! ^_^