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It had been nearly three days since Sasori had accidentally ran into that guy in the café, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get him out of his head.

Closing his eyes, he could remember how the guy had looked.

The long, yellow-blonde hair that had swooped down to his elbows, the bangs hiding half of his face, which had been lightly tanned. His gaze had become lost in the slightly, up-turned cerulean blue orbs which had stared back at him with equal surprise.

Sasori had seen attractive males before, but this one took the cake.

Even when the guy had been pissed at him for accidentally calling him "ma'am", even when he had threatened him, the redhead could not get over how insanely gorgeous he was.

He had only acted like a smartass because he hadn't wanted to look like a fool.

Yet, the guy had thought he was a teenager, and that was, quite honestly, a huge slap to his face.

Yeah, he looked teenager-ish, but he didn't know it was that obvious.

Now, it was Friday, afternoon to be specific, and he was finishing packing up the last of the boxes he was soon going to be transporting over to the apartment, which he had finally went to go see yesterday.

He knew he had signed up for a penthouse, but it seemed as if he had signed up to get the ultimate penthouse of all the penthouses.

Everything he needed was in that place.

Also, when he had gone, he noticed a few boxes already filling the space.

"Your roomie has begun bringing his stuff in," Itachi had said, with no further explanation after that, which had slightly pissed Sasori off.

He closed another box and began sealing it with tape.

Just who was his roommate going to be?

Itachi was being an asshole about it and not telling him jack, which was getting on his nerves. He wanted to make sure he wasn't going to be living with some crazy whack-job, or someone who didn't get the term 'privacy', or worse, someone who pick-pocketed.

In other words, he wanted to make sure he could trust his roommate, not constantly worry when his back was turned.

But nope…he would just have to wait until Sunday.

Two more days, two more days, he repeated in his head as he scribbled the word Misc. on the box in sharpie, stacking it atop another box marked Art Tools.

A knock resounded on his door and he moved to open it. On the other side was Pein. "Hey, are you going tonight?"

"To what?"

"…To the bar…with your friends."

"You honestly think I want to go and see you and Itachi get into a competition to see who can down the most shots without throwing up? Or better yet, see Kisame get so drunk, he wants to go and swim in whatever water source is available to him? Or even better, see Konan get so drunk, she gets on top of the bar and starts dancing while she strips naked? Because these situations have all happened before, and I didn't enjoy a single second of them," Sasori exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, I'm so sorry your friends want to let loose every now and then," Pein gave his friend a harsh glare. "You used to be that way in high school and college, if I remember."

"Yeah, Pein, and that was almost over four years ago," the redhead said. "I have a job, and so do you, and so does every other one of my friends, and because of us having jobs, getting drunk every night isn't the best route."

"Stop being such a fucking stickler for once and go out and have fun." Sasori knew that when Pein started cursing, his friend was on the trek to starting a fight. He closed his amber eyes, breathing steadily as he thought.

"Fine," he finally said, "I'll join your silly drinking night. But don't expect me to have more than one or two drinks."

"That's fine, I'll just let Kakuzu know you're going," his friend began walking away as he scrolled through his phone until he suddenly turned to give the redhead a gentle smile. "You're going to have fun, Sasori; trust me."

Closing the door, Sasori only hoped he was right.

"You sure this is a fucking good idea, Itachi?" Hidan asked, looking at the raven-haired guy across from him. The two were sitting in a restaurant, casually drinking beer in preparations for the night's antics. "I mean, I've never even fucking met Sasori, but based on what you've told me his survey says, he and Deidara are so fucking far from being able to be roommates."

"That's why they're perfect roommates," Itachi took a sip from his bottle.

"Are you thinking with your head or with your ass? Cause you've got me confused," Hidan grumbled, tapping his own bottle against the glass tabletop.

"Living with someone who's completely opposite from you helps you grow as a person and make you truly find yourself and –"

"Enough with the psychology bullshit just tell me the real fucking reason."

"How is someone as kind-hearted as Deidara friends with such a vulgar piece of work like you?" Itachi smirked, onyx-eyes playful.

"Beats me, I don't know how Kakuzu does it, either. Now," Hidan stared intently at the man, "tell me the real reason you decided to room those two together."

"I was being serious when I said having a roommate with a completely opposite personality would help you become less close-minded," Itachi began. "Sasori and Deidara have personalities that will clash quite frequently and may end up in fights, some becoming physical. But, in the end, Deidara's personality will allow Sasori to finally become more open, since he's such a shut-in most of the time, and Sasori's personality will allow Deidara to become more mature and level-headed."

"Sorry to burst that bubble, Uchiha, but Deidara's already pretty fucking mature," the silver-haired male retorted, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I nearly had to beg the fucker to tag along tonight for the bar. He became so fucking 'mature' after he started Grad School. I don't think he needs any help in that department."

"Oh believe me, Sasori's maturity and level-headedness is exactly what that boy needs," Itachi explained, placing the now empty beer bottle off to the side. "See, even though Deidara is, what? 26 years old?"

"24 actually."

"Even though he's 24 years old, in more cases than not, he still acts like somewhat of a child. He's social, correct?"

"Yeah, when he wants to be. Like I said, he hasn't gone out for a drink in months. He probably doesn't even remember the last beer he fucking had," Hidan explained, looking slightly irked. "I've known the kid since middle school. The biggest social runt out of the bunch. Even in high school, he was known for attending parties and being the one to get them going. He won 'Most School Spirit' at the end of our senior year. We went off to college, I pursued my own path and he pursued Business. Again, he was pretty lively and social, dating Sorority girls left and right and being drunk just about every fucking Saturday night. Yet, somehow he maintained those good grades and made the Dean's list almost every semester. Things changed, though, when he decided to attend Grad School. He stopped wanting to go to parties, he dated less, and became less social. What started as him always being the one to invite me and others to gatherings ended with us nearly begging him to tag along. He says it's because he's 'grown-up', but I don't believe that bullshit for a second. He won't tell me the real fucking reason."

"Yet you're supposed to be his best friend," Itachi quirked a confused eyebrow. Hidan sighed, closing his pale-red eyes. "Deidara has that certain personality that doesn't allow him to confess things well. And pestering for that information only makes him close up even more. That's how he's always been. I just calmly wait for the day when he'll finally tell me."

"Well, trust me on this," the raven-haired guy leaned forward on his forearms, "this is going to be good for both of them. Plus, Sasori has been getting on my nerves recently and seeing him all frazzled and annoyed is just the dose of medicine I need to calm myself."

"You sly little fucker," Hidan chuckled as he took the last chug of beer from in the bottle.

He was definitely going to need more for tonight.

Deidara wasn't looking forward to tonight.

Sure, he was excited to see his friends and meet new people, but, honestly, the idea of meeting new people or even really hanging out with his friends seemed pointless and boring.

And they were all hanging out at the bar, no less.

He was lying in his room, staring up at the ceiling.

He couldn't wait to move into his apartment on Sunday.

And start his job the very next day.

He had finally moved all his boxes in the previous day, beginning to unpack and start personalizing the space. He had noticed a few boxes that weren't his scattered about the apartment.

It must've been his roommate's.

Suddenly, his cell phone began shaking on the nightstand and he rolled over and retrieved it, accepting the call and putting it to his ear. "Hello, un?"

"Deidara, it's Ino!" came a high-pitched voice on the other end.

"I know, you don't have to tell me, un. Caller ID remember?"

"Hm, well fine, if that's how you want to be, I shouldn't bother ever trying to call you again," he heard her harrumph on the other line. He chuckled softly. "Now, Ino, being rude to family is cause for dishonor."

"Dishonor, my ass, Deidara," Ino exclaimed. "You're my cousin who's about the same age as me…being rude is normal."

"Anyways, why did you call, un?"

"Can't I call every now and then and just check in to see how you're doing?" her voice had grown calmer. "You will be starting work here in a couple of days, right?"

"Yeah, un. Two days, to be exact."

"You excited?"

"More or less. I finally got a place of my own, so that's even better news, since I don't have to live with my parents anymore," the blonde explained, rolling to look back up at the wall again.

"Oh congrats! How's Hidan and Kakuzu?"

"Oh they're doing as they normally are," Deidara sighed. "They invited me out to the bar tonight with a bunch of other people, un."

There was silence for a few seconds, and then, "Are you going?"

"I wasn't, originally, but they kind of convinced me to go, un."

"Deidara, you know what-"

"I know, Ino, I know, un," the blonde cut her off, annoyance dripping in his voice. "No need to remind me. I'll be careful."

"You better, alright?"

Deidara sighed.

She sounded like his freaking mom.

"Anyways, I just called to check in," Ino continued. "Be safe and I'll see you at work on Monday."

"See ya, Ino, un," with that, he ended the call, staring up at the ceiling for a tiny bit longer.

He knew it was almost time to leave.

He just wasn't quite sure he was ready.

Thinking that, he moved to a sitting position and stood up, walking over to his shoulder bag and unzipping a pocket, extracting a bottle filled with little white, circular pills.

Sighing, he unscrewed the cap and swallowed one without thought.

He was going to need all the help he could get.

"WOO, FUCK YEAH, ARE YOU FUCKING PUMPED FOR TONIGHT?!" Hidan screamed, receiving a few glares from people walking in the opposite direction.

The night time was a city's best friend.

The buildings were illuminated by bright lights, reaching up into the dark abyss overhead, the stars completely hidden by the human-made sunlight down below. The sidewalks were bustling with people ready to start their own nighttime routines of partying and drinking. Dark painted club entrances were a sea of scantily-clad women tumbling over their sky-high heels, drunk men whistling loudly at anyone who passed by, and beefy security guards standing off to the sides and catching any minors who so laughably tried to weasel their way into the building, who's walls were being pounded relentlessly by an endless supply of heavy bass.

Hidan was walking on up ahead, throwing his fists into the air every so often, whooping and hollering, alcohol already coursing through his system. Deidara and Kakuzu followed behind, watching the silver-haired guy in amusement. Kakuzu sighed. "Why that dumbass is my boyfriend, I have no idea."

"I was wondering the same thing, un," Deidara smirked, not looking at the taller male next to him. Though he was 6'2" and half, somehow all his friends were still taller than him. Which wasn't un-normal, but it still made people turn their heads.

Kakuzu was at least a good 6'4"/6'5", Hidan being 6'3" or so.

The bar was up ahead, the neon sign staring the blonde in the face.

He seriously wasn't looking forward to tonight.

Why had he agreed to it in the first place?

Oh yeah…to finally get Hidan to shut up for once about his hermit-like behavior.

He wished he could go back to his house and sculpt.

Art calmed him.

Had ever since he could remember.

He would much rather be carving intricate designs into wet clay than be out drinking.

However, he agreed to come, and Deidara wasn't known for going back on his promises.

Much to his annoyance, though.

"Why the long face, sour puss?!" Hidan suddenly appeared in front of the blonde, pale-red eyes wide. "It's Friday FUCKING night! BOOZE, BABES, AND ENDLESS AMOUNTS OF SEX!"

"Remember you have someone already, asshole!" Kakuzu interjected, whamming the former on the head. The younger male looked at him with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, babe, alcohol is getting to me."

"Just for once, stop acting like a punk ass kid."

"Can't help who you fall for," Hidan gave his boyfriend a sly smile. "But maybe since I'm a 'punk ass kid', I should be placed into Time Out."

"Enough with the innuendoes, un," Deidara interrupted, annoyance slightly clouding his face. "We ever going to actually go into the bar or not?"

"Now who's the one ready to party?" Hidan smirked at the blonde, but turned around and proceeded to walk up the three steps that led into the bar, his left hand intertwined with Kakuzu's right.

Though he had been annoyed, seeing that little bout of partnership made Deidara smile.

He enjoyed seeing his friends happy and together.

Although his last girlfriend had asked him how he was able to maintain being straight when all he ever was surrounded by were gay men.

He wasn't too sure how was still straight.

The thought of dating a guy didn't sound pleasant to him.

Yet, it didn't gross him out.

Deidara shook his head, ridding his mind of such thoughts.

He walked on into the bar.

The place wasn't much more than the average city bar.

The bar stand spanned the entire length of the right wall, black bar stools accenting the front. Bright lights embedded into the ceiling shined down and illuminated the dark granite that made up the bar's tabletop and the endless supply of beer, whisky, jack, wine, etc. in stands behind the counter. Six flat screen TVs projected different sports events on each one, and people sitting in the booths were happily munching on chili cheese nachos while watching the entertainment.

It didn't take long for Deidara to spot Hidan and Kakuzu, who had made their way over to a guy who was sitting in one of the bar stools. The man had dark brown eyes and piercing black hair that looked to be spiked on purpose. Walking over, he was instantly introduced by Hidan. "Deidara, this is Kisame, Kakuzu's brother."

"Nice to meet you, un," the blonde exchanged handshakes with the man. Noting the absence, he asked, "Where's Itachi?"

"He's on his way. He got stuck at the office," Kisame explained, taking a swig of his Yuengling beer. He looked at Kakuzu. "Any idea when the other two are supposed to get here?"

"Other two?" Deidara cocked an eyebrow, confusion marring his face. "Who else is showing u-?"

"I can't believe I was dragged out to a goddamn bar. I don't fucking drink, Pein, and you know tha-"

The person who was just talking, looking back at his friend, suddenly rammed into Deidara from behind, nearly knocking them both over. Annoyance shot through every fiber of the blonde's veins, and he whipped around to give the person a glare. "Watch where you're going, ass-"

He stopped short of finishing his sentence when he saw the person.

The short, blood red hair.

The snakebite piercings.

Almond-shaped amber eyes.

And hipster-esque clothes.

It was the guy who had run into him at the café a few short days ago.

And it seemed as though the guy remembered him, too.

"You!" Deidara growled, anger boiling inside him. "You're that punk ass from the café!"

"Well it looks like Rapunzel has returned," the redhead smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Rage began creeping into every nerve-ending in the blonde's body, causing him to tremble slightly. He gritted his teeth. "Say that, again, asshole, I fucking dare you. Then we'll see who the real girl here is, un."

"You know, that grunt is very annoying," the guy continued to sneer. "Ever thought about taking a speech class?"

"YOU LITTLE PUNK ASS MOTHERFU-!"

"Oh, have I already missed out on the fun?!" Itachi suddenly appeared, smiling broadly. The entire bar had grown silent as those inside became intrigued by the two boys' confrontation. However, at the sight of a new person, they quickly went back to their own business, and the bar was, once again, filled with quiet chatter.

The raven-haired guy looked at the redhead, then at the blonde, clapping both of them on the shoulder. "It seems you two know each other."

"Hardly," Deidara growled, still seething from the guy's latest comment. "This fucker is a rude-ass punk who hasn't a shred of decency towards anyone else, un."

"There you go again with that weird grunt," the redhead shook his head slowly. "My, how do you pick up chicks?"

As soon as Deidara was going to throw a punch, Itachi laughed loudly, surprising both of the guys. They stared at him while he regained his composure. "You two are hilarious! Oh, but introductions first, please?! Deidara," he looked at the blonde while pointing a thumb over at the redhead, "this is Sasori. Sasori," he repeated the action, this time, pointing at the blonde, "this is Deidara. Say hi."

"Hi," they said at the same time, neither looking pleasant when doing so.

"Good! Now that that's been taken care of," Itachi clapped his hands together, "congratulations! You have now met your roommate!"

Roommate…what the hell does he mean by…?

Wait.

The cogs and gears in Deidara's head slowly began moving, building speed.

Roommate…the penthouse…the application…the survey…

Roommate.

The gears moved faster.

Roommate.

Roommate.

The penthouse.

The survey.

Roommate.

The gears finally spun out of control.

Deidara and Sasori exchanged wide-eyed expressions as the realization dawned on both.

"You're my roommate?!"