Sasori was sitting on his bed, working on one of his puppets that was badly damaged. It needed more poison and a new arm, and, of course, he needed to get the several burn marks off the wood, as well. (Guess who made the burn marks) It would take some time to repair this one.

   It was completely quiet, no blonde in sight. Maybe it wouldn’t take long to finish this puppet after all.

   Just then, Deidara came walking in, closing the door too loudly for Sasori’s liking. The red head sighed, placing down his tools. Dammit.

   “What do you want, brat?” Sasori growled.

   Deidara turned to look at the puppeteer, glaring. “Nothing, un. Can I not come in my own room?” he asked.

   “Uh, you can, I was just wonderin-,”

   “Well, don’t, un!” Deidara cut Sasori off, slamming close the cabinet door. Sasori’s eyes widened. The hell was going on?

   “Dei, what’s wrong? You haven’t got mad at ANYONE before, you’re never mean, so why are you snapping now?” the red head sighed, getting up off the bed. He walked behind the blonde, wrapping his arms around his slim waist.

   Deidara squeaked, pushing the red head roughly away, causing the puppeteer to fall down.

   Sasori rubbed his back, wincing. He glared at the sculptor and said, “The hell, Dei!?”

   Deidara gave him a look of disgust, taking a few steps back towards the bathroom door. “Dei, un? Uh, my name’s Deidara, old man. Call me Deidara, not that stupid nick name,” he said, opening the bathroom door. “I’m gonna be in here for a while, don’t knock or open it, agreed, un?” With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving a very confused red head on the ground.

   Sasori blinked a couple of times before getting up, brushing himself off. “That was the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me in my life,” he mumbled, taking his seat back on the bed, continuing to work on his puppet.

   Well, the blonde was sure telling the truth when he said he was going to be in there for a while. Four hours passed and Deidara still hadn’t come out of the bathroom. He was definitely in there, every now and then there were a few clinks and curses.

   ‘But Dei never curses, EVER,’ Sasori thought, now pacing. He had finished six of his puppets, much to his surprise, and was now walking back and forth, trying to figure out what was wrong with his lover.

   Eventually, Sasori decided to just let Dei calm down a bit, then, later, ask him what was making him so mad.

   The red head layed down on Deidara and his bed, getting comfortable. He just layed there, eyes closed, but not asleep, mind empty.

   Many minutes passed before Sasori heard the loud creak of the door opening, his eyes immediately snapped open.

   “Dei? Hey what took you so-,” Sasori started, turning around to see the sculptor. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. He tried to get up, stumbling a little, eyes never leaving the blonde.

   Deidara’s hair was short, ending a little bit below his ears. Hair still covered up his left eye, but, other than that, his hair was completely different.

   The long, silky hair, that used to go down to about the middle of his back, was now gone, short and sleek.

   “D-D-Dei- I mean, D-Deidara . . . the hell d-did you do?” Sasori asked, shaking a little. He moved slowly towards the blonde, who was just standing there, arms crossed, glaring at the red head.

   “I did what I wanted to do, un. Is there a problem?” Deidara answered, sticking up his nose.

   “Yes there’s a problem!!! Where did your hair go?! What did you do to yourself?! THE HELL?!?!” Sasori shouted, tugging his hair. “What was your goal here?!”

   “I’m just changing my ways, un,” Deidara said, turning away from the red head.

   “Changing your ways!? The hell does that mean?!”

   The bomber sighed, shaking his head. “Sasori, un. I’m straight now,” he said.

   Sasori’s eyes grew wider (if that’s possible) and his voice was lost. His throat was dry and he could barely move his body. It didn’t make sense.

   “D-Dei . . . dara . . . y-you can’t possibly-,”

   “YES I CAN, UN! YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!” Deidara shouted, stomping his foot angrily.

   “No . . . Dei! No-!”

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   “AAAAAHHH!!!!” Sasori shouted, rising from his bed like a bullet. He was panting, sweaty, and his eyes were wide, full of fear.

   He looked around franticly, until he felt something move next to his thigh. He looked down to see his blonde, a smile on his face, cuddling up to Sasori.

   “W-What?” Sasori whispered, staring at Deidara in disbelief. He poked Deidara gently in the cheek a few times, making him squirm a little.

   Sasori tossed some of Deidara’s hair out of his face, twirling it around his finger. It was still there, long and beautiful. He sighed in relief, laughing a bit.

   The blonde squirmed more, before opening his eyes half way, blinking in confusion. “Danna, un?”

   Sasori grinned, lifting the sculptor’s chin up, placing a passionate kiss on his lips.

   Deidara squeaked a little, not really knowing what was going on.

   Sasori’s tongue slipped in Dei’s mouth, licking every spot possible. Deidara eventually realized what was going on and kissed back, arms wrapping around the red head’s neck.

   Their tongues fought for dominance, Sasori winning in the end, pushing Dei slowly back on the bed. His hand slipped up the blonde’s shirt, tweaking the pink nipples. Deidara gasped, breaking the kiss.

   “D-Danna? W-What was that for, un?” the blonde asked, blushing.

   “Uhm, heh heh, well,” Sasori started, sitting up, leaning against the head board. “I had this SUPER scary nightmare, about you, it was just . . . SCARY.”

   “Aw! Danna gets scared, too, un!” Deidara teased, sitting in his Danna’s lap.

   “It wasn’t SCARY, like monster scary, it just, well, made my heart break,” Sasori mumbled, nuzzling into Deidara’s neck.

   “Aw, and it was about me, un?” Deidara asked.

   “Yeah,” Sasori murmured, kissing Dei’s neck lightly. The sculptor gasped slightly, biting his lip.

   “Un . . . Danna?”

   “Hmm?”

   “What was the dream about, un?”

   “. . .”

   “Danna, un?”

   “You’re gay, Deidara.”

   “I-I know that, un.”

   “And never cut your hair.”

   “Un?”