Chiyo wondered what Sasori was feeling. She wasn't stupid or unfeeling; naturally she knew that Sasori might have adverse reactions to this news of hers. She supposed that she could have informed him beforehand, but she never expected him to be friends with Deidara. She knew Deidara and her own grandson well enough to know that they would never be compatible. They were probably just friends because of circumstances. Switch their surroundings a bit and they would cease all communications.

Surprisingly, Sasori took the news better than she had expected, though there was the possibility that the only reason he didn't lash right out was because he was in a public place and his friends were all present. The cynical side of her put it down to Sasori being downright arrogant, but then again she supposed that her grandson had the right to be. Oh, but if he only knew of Deidara's abilities…

The internship would turn out interesting… of that she was sure at least. Sasori's competitive side wouldn't let him lose to anyone, especially a year one. Then there was Deidara of course. From the start, Chiyo had already known that Deidara never wanted to be a doctor, but she also knew that he wanted to be a doctor as fast as possible… there wasn't much time left after all… and if there was a chance that he could attain that, there was no reason for him not to grab it.

"Are you sure that it's alright for a year one to join Sasori for the internship?"

The scepticism in Kakashi's voice was as clear as day, but there was also a hesitance in his voice. He did trust her judgement after all. After all, when has she ever made a wrong decision? Be it in the operation theatre or being a professor.

"You'll see."

There was no need for worry. Deidara would show them. Her faith in Deidara transcends all expectations she has ever had for Sasori.

"Come to my house after school, Brat," Sasori said in a manner which clearly conveyed the fact that he would not take 'no' for an answer.

"And of course I would most definitely be free, Danna, un," Deidara replied, glaring slightly at the older man. It was obvious enough, he thought, that he was someone that did not like to be told what to do.

"If you don't, it's your loss," Sasori said swiftly and walked away without so much as a bye. Deidara didn't even have to look at the clock to know that it was Sasori's compulsive behaviour at work.

And of course, Sasori just didn't have the presence of mind to tell Deidara the time he ended school or where he would last be, leaving the blonde with no choice but to wait at the main entrance of the faculty where the older student would definitely have to pass by when leaving, which every student would have to pass by when leaving actually, meaning he had to endure many points and stares. Apparently subtlety was an art long eroded.

"Oh, there you are," Deidara said icily when Sasori walked towards him. "What happened to your policy of not making people wait, un?"

"In my defence," Sasori said and not showing a single hint of remorse or anger, continued, "I didn't know you were going. The response you gave me was hardly affirmative."

"Let's just go to your damn house, un," Deidara said and stalked off. He didn't want to have to look at the smirk which was no doubt fixed on Sasori's face.

And of course Sasori would also fail to mention that he lived in the relatively more comfortable part of the city.

"I knew you were rich, un," Deidara said, staring at the polished wood floor of the lobby in disdain. "From your attitude of course."

If Sasori heard the insult, he chose to ignore it. Deidara wondered what the sudden generosity was about, but decided not to push it too far anyway. Sasori might not be reacting now, but if he did later, it probably wouldn't be so pretty.

"Why did you have to drag me over to your house this fine weekday anyway, un?" Deidara asked when he was settled comfortably on Sasori's leather couch. Normally, he would be more conscious and polite when he was at someone's house, particularly if it was the first time he was visiting, but he figured he could forgo the courtesy with Sasori if only to anger the older man.

"You have no ethics," Sasori simply concluded, though he was more than surprised that the blonde actually remembered to take his shoes off.

"Why, un?" Deidara repeated, causing Sasori to roll his eyes.

"I'm the impatient one," Sasori snapped, making it Deidara's turn to roll his eyes. Sasori could be quite childish at times, even if those times were rare and few in between and even if the person in question didn't want to admit it himself.

"If I had known that this would be more trouble than what it's worth, I wouldn't have bothered."

"I don't mind proving your initial assumption right, Danna, un."

Sasori snorted. He seriously doubted that statement; Deidara had an inherent ability to prove him wrong if anything. Though, he supposed that showing Deidara what he had brought along would do him some good. Sasori left Deidara to his own doings in the living with a fervent hope that he wouldn't destroy anything in the few seconds that the blonde would be out of his sight. When he re-emerged with a sum of folders in his hands, he was glad to see that everything was left intact save the cup of water Deidara had fancied that he needed.

He placed the folders down onto the coffee table, watching as Deidara carelessly took the first one off the stack. When he realised what was in the contents of the folder, he looked at Sasori immediately, though with an expression which Sasori did not expect.

"You asked me over to show me what a brilliant thief you are, un?"

Sasori never had patience – that much was known to Deidara. Today the blonde would find out that Sasori had no tolerance either through the next folder which Sasori swept off the stack and threw at him. Deidara, having been caught by surprise, could do nothing more than let himself be hit by said object. He glared at Sasori.

"I was joking, un."

"I don't really care," Sasori replied in annoyance which showed through both his voice and expression. He was tempted to ask Deidara to get out of his house right then, but he really needed to finish reading those files by that night because the hospital needed them back by the next day. He would do it on his own if he could (and he could if he had been given more than three days) but even superman would find it hard to accomplish so much on his own.

"Why do I have to read these anyway?" Deidara asked, raising an eyebrow. "And before you even say anything, I know that this isn't out of some kindness from the secluded part of your heart, so what is it, un?"

"I need your help to read half of these by today," Sasori explained, but of course he wasn't really giving Deidara a way out either. "The hospital needs them back by tomorrow and I would hate to keep them any longer than what was stipulated."

"And I would agree to help, why, un?" Deidara questioned doubtfully, leafing through the folder in his hands. Sasori rolled his eyes. Of course Deidara couldn't just be a nice, helpful human being for once and just do what he was told.

"Just do it," Sasori growled, opening the folder in his own hands. The threat was looming in the air and despite how unwilling Deidara was, he knew that this was one of the few things Sasori wouldn't take 'no' for. Tyrant.

Without another word, Deidara started reading the information from the folder and resolved to be done before dinner time, because he was so getting a free meal out of this immoral use of free labour. Sasori would just have to comply afterwards because this was something Deidara wasn't going to take 'no' for. Heck, if the files pissed him off that much, he might even call Hidan over and throw an impromptu party for the two of them, and Hidan could go celebrate Jashin or whatever.

But he stopped thinking about that almost immediately after he started thinking about it. The thought was so enticing that he might actually just do so, and who knows what Sasori would do to the two of them if they so much as shift his doormat by a millimetre?

It was oddly quiet, Sasori realised, and he looked up expecting to find Deidara fast asleep but was greeted with an entirely different image. Deidara was not asleep at all. In fact he was as awake as ever. Deidara had his folder on his lap and was rapidly making notes on a note pad laid out on the arm of the couch he was sitting on. His hair, along with his fringe, was pulled back into a long ponytail and Sasori noted with a degree of amusement that this was the first time he had seen Deidara's whole face, as well the first time he had seen the blonde studying, or rather doing something akin to studying.

Deidara was in deep concentration if his knitted eyebrows were anything to go by. After finishing with that particularly folder, he placed it on top of a new and surprisingly neat stack and fished the next one, which happened to be the last one. He didn't even notice that Sasori wasn't even doing his work anymore and was instead looking at him.

Sasori would be lying if he said he wasn't the slightest bit impressed or even amazed. Sure, he knew that Deidara had definitely put in a lot of effort and studied like hell to get into Tokyo University Medical Faculty but he supposed that this was one of those things that you had to see to believe.

Within a few minutes he was done with his own folder and he placed it back onto the table along with the rest of the files that he had covered. He gathered his own set of notes and clipped them together and waited for Deidara to finish. When the younger medical student was done, he placed the last file on the top of the stack and flipped his note book shut. It was only then that he realised that Sasori wasn't doing anything.

"Danna, you're done, un?" he asked, stretching his arms above his head. "What time is it?"

A look at the sky told Sasori that it was already night time. A look at his watch told him that it was already nine at night. He conveyed that information to Deidara who glared at him as expected.

"This is what I get for doing shit for you, un," Deidara groaned. "A wasted day."

"It's not wasted seeing as you're attending the internship too," Sasori replied with a roll of his eyes. Trust Deidara to make everything seem horribly useless.

"You owe me dinner, un."

Sasori didn't mind that in the slightest bit. After all, he did force Deidara to read those files for him whether he wanted to admit it out right or not. Sasori got off the couch and made his way to the kitchen. He was cooking pasta and he didn't really care if Deidara's appetite wasn't in the mood for that.

"So this your way of killing me, un?" Deidara asked in amusement. "Putting poison in my food. I've got to say, Danna, there are more interesting ways to kill a person. Poison is so last century. I actually have a few good ideas myself. Want to hear them, un?"

"If you don't mind being the accomplice of your own murder, go ahead," Sasori replied with a scoff.

"Good point, un."

"And I'm eating the food too, Brat," Sasori said as he placed just the right amount of spaghetti into the pot. "I'm hardly stupid enough to accidentally kill myself in the process of killing you."

Deidara stuck out his tongue at Sasori but said nothing else. Instead, he flipped over his note pad again and started scribbling in it.

Silence reigned for the rest of the time it took for the spaghetti to be cooked and served. As usual, it was a comfortable silence where neither felt pressured to say anything. Sasori supposed it was good but he also wondered if it was because they never did have anything substantial to talk about. Art was important of course but arguing was hardly worth the effort in his opinion, though that wouldn't stop him from pushing his point that art was eternal.

"You can cook, un," was the first thing Deidara said after he swallowed the first mouthful of pasta.

"You obviously can't," Sasori retorted, watching as Deidara practically devoured the food before him. "Are you that hungry?"

"Spot on for both, un."

Sasori rolled his eyes again. He was doing that way too often recently and it was getting rather annoying, but the things Deidara did just seemed to have that effect on him. Besides, he wasn't really used to someone so loud and expressive that if truth be told, he actually didn't have a clue as to how to act around the other sometimes. It gave him a feeling of insecurity more than anything and needless to say that irritated him to no end. Still, for some strange reason which he has every intent on finding out, he could find it in him to accept Deidara.

The rest of dinner was, simply put, a noisy affair. They talked about random stuff about lectures and how Hidan recently tried to convert one of his classmates who ended up so scarred that he transferred to another faculty entirely just to avoid the man. They argued about how "eternity is an idealistic conception which people use to fuel their selfish desire to be immortals" and how "transient things are only important to people who don't know how to hold onto permanent things". They had fun insulting each other basically. They then discussed about the files that they had been pouring over the whole of the afternoon and evening and came to some interesting and sound conclusions.

Needless to say, they were both satisfied with the outcome of dinner and Sasori was more than glad that he had invited Deidara over though he would never admit that to the blonde of course. After all, fanning his already oversized ego would only do wonders to the mentality of those around him. Really.

After settling some miscellaneous stuff about the internship, Deidara decided that it was about time for him to go home, especially if he wanted to make it for the morning lecture the next day.

"So see you, un," Deidara said and opened his mouth to say something else but nothing came out. When Sasori followed his line of sight, he realised that Deidara was staring at his locked room, more precisely, the lock specially installed at the top of the door. He hoped that Deidara wouldn't say anything but who knew what would happen with him.

"See you tomorrow, Danna, un," Deidara said in the end with a small, understanding smile.

Sasori visibly relaxed and waved the blonde out before shutting the door. He heaved a sigh of relief. If Deidara had actually asked him anything about the room, he would probably have come up with some excuse despite it being very clear that Deidara wouldn't be fooled. But still, he knew why he wouldn't open the room. If he did talk about it, acknowledge its existence so openly like that, the temptation would be too great and he wasn't sure if he could resist it. The best was to pretend that it didn't exist. That, at least, Sasori had the mental capabilities to do.

Deidara hadn't realised that there was locked room in Sasori's apartment until he was about to leave. He had wanted to pry of course, being the nosy person that he knew he was. Still, he knew that if he were Sasori he would want to be left alone so despite the curiosity biting at him, he let it go. Sasori would have come up with an excuse anyway. Not to say that he wouldn't try to pry further, but that might have led to an escalated argument between them which might be worse than the last which was honestly already quite serious.

Except that this time it would have much dire consequences, because art was something they both held dear to their hearts and yet so was med school. He wondered how they could care so much about two things so mutually exclusive. At least to the them at this moment it was.

Deidara didn't have the same self-control as Sasori to actually live in a house where his art works were so near to him so he had his placed somewhere else, away from him, so that he wouldn't be distracted. Distractions came easily for him and he wasn't taking any risks, not when he has already come so far.

The internship would be starting soon. Deidara could only wonder what would happen. He doesn't know if Sasori realised it, but this internship might potentially turn them enemies. That or Deidara was just thinking too much.

Sometimes he wanted to confront Chiyo and ask her why, but he didn't because despite everything, he knew that deep down he really wanted that internship. After all, the sooner he finishes his duties as a doctor the sooner he could be free to pursue his passion for art. Still, he wondered why Chiyo offered him this opportunity. Sure, he was considered her prodigy and all but his competition was her grandson. What the hell was she trying to achieve?

Maybe she was hoping that they would both excel or whatever but the cynical side of Deidara doubted that very much.

Oh well, he could only wait to see what would happen, though he did wish, for once, that things would turn out well, that there was something he could believe in this time.

Please.

Yay! Update! \(^^)/ The wait wasn't that long this time, right? And I did promise to update this after posting 'If it makes you feel better' so you guys aren't mad right? XD

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