This Means War 20

Sasori walked, more like floated, to his apartment that day feeling like he had accomplished the most epically amazing task that has ever been presented to a 17-year-old in all of forever. Which he had. Asking out Deidara Iwa was not a simple task.

Neither was getting the fact through your head that he actually said yes.

Yes, the person whose right arm was linked with Sasori’s left was none other than Deidara Iwa, smiling shyly up at the red head. Sasori leaned down and pecked him on the nose, the blonde pulling back slightly as his face became close to the color of his boyfriend’s hair.

Sasori continued down the sidewalk with his head held high and could not wait to present to his friends his new boyfriend (who would be staying much longer than a few days, I assure you).

Ah yes, life was sweet. He had his Dei-chan, no Chris, no more worries; his life was basically complete now that he had his Deidara with him now.

This is, of course, a much too happy outcome of Sasori asking Deidara out. This is how Sasori would have liked it to turn out, but it didn’t. I will now present to you what really happened. Enjoy.

Sasori quickly continued to move his legs at a rate that was much too fast to perform for a long period of time, causing an immensely painful stitch to stab him in his side. He glanced ever so slightly at the small yellow-like blob a good 100 yards behind him that was bobbing steadily up and down at a calm pace. This blob could otherwise be known as Deidara, who he had just asked the most idiotic question in the entire galaxy – no universe.

Sasori seized handfuls of his hair and continuously tugged on the red locks, making no effort at all at hiding his frustration or the curse words that were darting out of his mouth. He quickly spun on his heel and around the corner to the alley that led up the stairs to his apartment.

Oh how he could not wait for Hidan to remind him over and over again for the next couple of days that he had once again been turned down by the love of his life. Such good friends he had, Sasori mentally told himself, stomping extra hard on the last step and turning swiftly on his heel to his apartment, whose door winged open before he even reached it.

“How’d it go, asshole?” were the first words out of Hidan’s mouth.

“Absolutely terrible,” said Sasori dully. A huge grin spread across Hidan’s pale face.

“Fabulous!” Hidan burst out loudly, practically skipping as he laughed his way over to the couch.

Sasori sulked the entire night and practically died when he heard Konan and Deidara talking as they walked past their door. Was it because he couldn’t ask Deidara out properly or is it because now he finally has realized that Deidara may actually say no . . . if Sasori can actually work up the courage to ask Deidara out.

“So,” Hidan laughed, swinging his glass of liquor lazily, “whadid ya say again?” Hidan voice slurred as he spoke and he took another swing of his drink before passing out of Kakuzu’s lap. Kakuzu pulled some hair out of Hidan’s face and took the glass out of his limp hand.
Itachi raised a brow. “I see you’re finally showing your affection towards Hidan,” the weasel said, a hint of triumph in his voice.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kakuzu said in a flat tone, placing the empty glass on the coffee table in front of them. Itachi rolled his eyes, letting out an irritated groan.

“It’s so OBVIOUS,” Itachi said, tugging at his bangs in annoyance.

“It’s fine, ‘Tachi,” Kisame chuckled, lightly hitting him on the head. Kakuzu shrugged them off and stared at Sasori. His gaze was piercing into the side of Sasori’s head and was as irritating as if someone (like Hidan) were poking him continuously.

“WHAT?” Sasori finally snapped, turning his head quickly toward Kakuzu. The sadist raised both his eyebrows but smirked at the red head, shaking his head slowly and began to play with the passed out Hidan’s hair. “What?” Sasori repeated, his voice now quavering slightly with irritation.

“It’s just so simple,” Kakuzu said, laughing softly under his breath.

“What is?” said Sasori.

“Asking someone out. All you do is say six simple words and bam,” – Kakuzu slapped his hand against the arm of his chair – “they’re all yours.” There was a short silence before someone spoke again.

“That sounded totally like something Sasori would say,” Itachi said, his voice very airy and disbelieving. “How many man whores can you fit in one small apartment?”

“I’m impressed,” said Sasori, smirking. “I had absolutely no idea you thought like that, Kakuzu.” Kakuzu simply shrugged and ran his hand down Hidan’s cheek, a kind of longing look on his face.

“The same rule qualifies for you, too, ya know,” Sasori said, grinning. Kakuzu looked up at him, a questioning look spread on his face.

“Hn?”

“Oh, you know,” Sasori laughed through his teeth and nodded down at Hidan, raising his eyebrows a couple times.

Kakuzu rolled his eyes. “That’s completely different,” he mumbled.

“Is not!” Itachi said.

“Wow, you’re really determined to get them together, ‘Tachi,” Kisame laughed.

“It’s just,” Itachi started, but then he stopped and threw up his arms, rolling his eyes.

“You two would just make a really good couple,” Sasori finished the sentence for Itachi, smirking again.

“So would you and Deidara,” Kakuzu said, refusing to let the conversation linger any further on his personal life. The smirk died instantly from Sasori’s face and the red head scowled, hiding his head in his hands again, muttering to himself.

Pein sighed loudly, walking into the room and hitting Sasori roughly on the head with a pillow. “Will you stop yer whining?” Sasori glared at Pein between his fingers.

“You want him so badly then GO, he’s right next door, idiot,” Pein said. Kisame, Itachi, and Kakuzu all were very surprised; Sasori and Pein were almost brothers.

“You only say that cus you got yer girl,” Sasori grumbled. “Who, by the way, is a complete whore.” Pein glared daggers at Sasori, looking like he was about to jump out of his chair and attack the red head.

“No she’s not, shut up, dickhead. You wanna go be emo boy, you go to some bar, get drunk, and bang some chick like you always do,” Pein responded coolly.

Then, out of nowhere, Hidan sat up, shook his head slightly, and punched Pein, who was sitting right next to him, square in the face.

“Damn basterd,” Hidan mumbled, swaying slightly. “You don’t say that to anyone.” Though he was half-drunk, Hidan looked very threatening at the moment.

Pein rubbed his cheek, laughed, and shook his head.

“What’s so funny?” Hidan hissed threateningly. Just then, they heard the bedroom door slam shut.

“That,” said Pein simply, running a hand through his hair, his normal, calm gaze on the door that Sasori had just walked through.

“Hmph,” Hidan grunted. “Bet you feel like a total basterd now, eh?”

“Well, of course,” Pein admitted, surprising everyone. “I did that on purpose.”

“WHAT?! Damn fuckin’-!” Hidan took one stride forward and kicked Pein in the chest, knocking him back on the ground before hopping down and wrestling him. “Sasori doesn’t know that, shithead! Tell him now!”

Pein laughed as he tried to roll away from the attacking Hidan that now had both of his legs in one arm and his other hand was tugging hard on the back of Pein’s shirt. Hidan pounced on Pein again and got him in a headlock position and stood up before throwing him back to the ground.

Itachi shook his head in disbelief. “He’s such a child,” he mumbled loud enough for them all to hear, shaking his head. Pein and Hidan rolled around on the ground for a few more minutes before Sasori emerged back from the bedroom, staring down at the two of them with an odd expression on his face.

“Okay, I know this looks weird, but . . . ,” Pein trailed off, shook his head, and stood up. He walked over to Sasori and opened his mouth to say something but Sasori held up his hand. The red head grinned.

“S’alright, I heard what you said before Hidan attacked you,” Sasori laughed, raising his eyebrows at the stumbling Hidan.

“We were just playing around,” Pein chuckled.

“Were not! We were fighting . . . TO THE DEATH!!” Hidan roared, kicking the air before he stumbled and fell to the ground like a rock, now passed out again.

“Weirdest guy ever,” Pein laughed, clapping Sasori on the shoulder.

“But strangely sexy,” Kakuzu murmured. Itachi threw his hands into the air, making a strangled sort of noise as if wanting to say something, but fell back onto the couch and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead soothingly.



Sasori opened his mouth, already knowing what he was going to say, but no noise came out. Sasori closed his mouth and tried again, but still nothing.

The blonde stared at him with a look of both worry and confusion. Sasori shook his head, scratching his head. What was wrong with him?

He had said these words so easily to almost every person in his school, even though he never meant them. Why was now any different?

‘Because you really mean it this time, duh!’ yelled a voice in Sasori head. Damn it.

Deidara was still staring at him with a quizzical look on his face. “Hey, maybe I should g-.”

And before Sasori could stop himself, he blurted out something stupid, something very stupid indeed.

“What’s your favorite color?”

Sasori blinked a few times before realizing what he had just said.

“My favorite . . . color, un?” Deidara asked. “W-Well, I like all the colors . . . but I really like red- I mean,” – his face burned slightly, glancing up at Sasori’s bright red hair – “I like blue.”

Sasori continued to sputter out indistinguishable sounds, gaping at the blonde. How was he not laughing at him?

But Sasori noticed that Deidara looked slightly disappointed, as if expecting him to ask something else . . . which he was going to . . . but why couldn’t he say it?

Before he could embarrass himself further, Sasori spun on his heel and fast walked away from the blonde that called out his name in a worried tone, trying to block out all further sound as his face burned a shade of red even darker than his hair.