It's that time again!

I really need to think of an update schedule...The thing is, I can only write a decent piece of work when I feel like it, I don't really have a time-limit!

I'm hoping to add a little more romance into this...

This fic is now a teenager; 13 today :') They grow up so quickly...

Ahh...Anyway, please enjoy and review!^^

Deidara's POV

I whistled to myself, walking through the hall-way. I was heading to the kitchen, to pick up a snack.

"I'm afraid I may have made a mistake..." I heard a deep voice murmur from the living-room. I couldn't identify who the speaker was, but they sounded extremely familiar. "I think there could be something wrong with Sasori...".

Raising an eyebrow, I tip-toed towards the entrance to the living room, hiding behind the door. I leaned slightly, peeping my head through. The deep voice belonged to none other that Mr. Jiraiya, the nice old-man from the orphanage; Sitting with my parents.

"What?" Dad asked, sounding slightly surprised. "What do you mean? We haven't had any trouble with him...".
"Trouble had obviously had a way of finding him..." Jiraiya replied, crossing his arms.
"What kind of trouble?" Mum piped up, tilting her head.
"Two children got into a fight; There he is..." Jiraiya began, holding his arms out. "Someone gets caught stealing; There he is again...".
"So? That doesn't mean anything." Dad interrupted, narrowing his eyebrows.
"Let him finish..." Mum replied, waiting for the grey-haired man to continue.
"After I heard about the girl in the park, I called Sasori's old school..." Jiraiya started, maintaining eye-contact with my parents. "While he was there, there was a boy, who fell with a pair of scissors in his hand, and accidentally stabbed himself through the jaw; Sasori was there again..." Jiraiya looked down is frustration.
"I don't understand." Dad began, his eyes narrowing. "He accidentally stabbed himself through the jaw, so what?".
"The most troubling thing is the Sabaku house fire..." The silver-haired man admitted, maintaining his serious expression. "I checked into it further; It was arson."

Mum gave Jiraiya a shocked expression, blinking a few times.

"They have never found the person who did it." Jiraiya continued, pursing his lips.
"What are you suggesting?" Dad snapped, glaring slightly. "You're saying that Sasori did it?"
"It's hard to believe that Sasori could do such a thing but...It's possible." Jiraiya replied, nodding his head.

My eyes widened dramatically; So I wasn't the only one who was suspicious of Sasori. (I always did feel a connection towards Jiraiya.)

"We've had no problems with him though; Especially none like that..." Mum informed Jiraiya, frowning slightly.
"I've tried to contact the Russian orphanage where Sasori was raised; I think we need to know what we're dealing with..." Jiraiya answered, leaning towards my parents.
"No; I'll tell you what we're dealing with." Dad began, putting his foot down. "We're dealing with a 15 year-old boy, who's an orphan. If we have any problems, we'll take him to the family doctor."

Jiraiya sighed, standing up.

"I'll call you as soon as I find anything else out..." He murmured, making his leave.

I overheard Dad cussing to himself as Jiraiya left.

Sighing, I made my leave; Deciding to check and see if Dad had unlocked my tree-house yet.

Whilst trudging along the cold, slushy snow, I noticed Jiraiya getting into his car, and driving away. I wish my parents had given Jiraiya a chance to tell them more about Sasori; It was rather interesting. Either way, I couldn't really imagine Sasori burning down his home, with his adopted parents and siblings inside.

Ok, I could totally imagine that.

As I was walking towards my tree-house, a blur of red was in the corner of my eye. Raising an eyebrow, I turned my head, noticing Sasori walking along the visible road.
The road was completely deserted, no cars in sight. This was usual though, as my house was located on the out-skirts of town.
Sasori looked like he was planing something. His face was plain, and emotionless; Different from his usual smiley attire.

I then noticed Jiraiya's car come into sight, driving carefully along the icy road.

The next thing I new, Sasori had thrown himself in front of Jiraiya's car, causing the silver-haired man to slam down onto his breaks, stopping just in front of Sasori's small frame.

"Sasori, what the hell are you doing?" Jiraiya cried, stepping out of his car.
Sasori was hunched down and shaking. I was tempted to run over; But what the red-head had done was no accident. He did it for a reason. I hid behind a tree, watching the scene unfold.
"Sasori? Say something..." Jiraiya said, kneeling down next to the shaking boy. I heard a dark chuckle from Sasori, and the next thing I knew, the red-head was holding up a hammer, swinging it towards Jiraiya's head.

I yelled out to Jiraiya, telling him to look out. I was too late.

The hammer collided with the silver-haired male's skull, causing him to cry out in pain. Sasori gave him a sinister glare, smashing the hammer into his head again. Blood splattered onto the red-head's cheek, causing him to chuckle.
I wanted to throw up. I had just seen Sasori murder someone I knew; Someone I actually liked. I was about to make a run for it; Until I caught the red-head's eye.

"Deidara..." He cooed, ushering me over. I stared at Sasori for a few seconds; Deciding that the best option was to follow his orders, rather than being pummeled to death by a hammer.

I shuffled over towards the grinning red-head, trying not to look at Jiraiya's corpse.

"W-Why did you do it...?" I muttered, looking down towards my feet.
"He was going to take me away from you." Sasori replied, reaching out towards me. I ignored him, fighting back my tears.

After a few seconds of awkward, and terrifying silence, Sasori spoke.
"Help me hide the body." The red-head demanded, standing up. He was much shorter than me, yet still terrifying.
"N-No, un..." I whimpered, my eyes tearful. "I don't want anything to do with this...".
Sasori glared, pressing his small body up against mine, pressing our noses together. "Please help me...After all, you are the killer."

Before I could figure out what Sasori meant, he thrust the hammer into my palm, my fingerprints infecting it.
My eyes widened. If someone was to find the hammer, all fingers would be pointed towards me. I had no other choice.

Shaking, I grabbed hold of Jiraiya's cold shoes. His feet felt stiff. Sasori smiled and gently took hold of the silver-haired man's large hands. Together we carried the body towards the woods, which was right next to the road, thankfully.

I shut my eyes as tight as they went as we rolled the body down a steep, snowy hill. The snow at the bottom was so deep that Jiraiya had almost been covered completely, Which thankfully meant that I didn't have to help bury the body.

Sasori looked up at me, smiling sweetly.

"I love you, Deidara." The red-head stated, holding both of my hands.

I didn't reply; I couldn't.

I looked down, feeling Sasori's eyes scanning me.

"Don't you love me back?" He giggled, leaning towards me.
"You don't know what love is, un." I replied, still avoiding eye-contact.

I could almost hear Sasori's smile vanish, as he released my hands.

"I see..." He murmured to himself, sadly.

All this wait for a tiny chapter?

Kill me. Kill me now.

I'm sorry about this, I was planning it to be much longer T.T

Anyway, please review!