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IT'S NOT LOVE part 3

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the war rages on~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hello, cutie.” Deidara groaned inwardly; how long would it be before these perverts figured out he was a guy? He slowly spun around, giving the group of jocks a flat look. “FYI, I’m a guy, so kindly beat it, un.”

The leader chuckled as the others ‘ooed’ him. “Come on cutie; don’t be like that.”

“Actually, the brat’s quite right.” Deidara nearly jumped out of his skin when Sasori popped up behind him and wrapped an arm around his torso, preventing any escape. So did the other teens. “A-Akasuna, w-what-“

“Aside from the guy’s uniform, he has one (Sasori jabbed a finger at Deidara’s throat) an Adam’s apple; two (he yanked up Deidara’s shirt) no breasts; and three (he grabbed Deidara’s pants, and before the blonde could react, yanked them down) that.”

Deidara turned beat red. He quickly yanked his pants up, slapped Sasori across the face, and threw the Akasuna down the hall.

“IWA! AKASUNA! MY OFFICE, NOW!!!!!”

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Tsunade sat in her chair, glaring at the two artists who were glaring at each other. “Ok. I could stand the graffiti on the motorcycle. I could stand the cross dressing. Hell, I could even stand you blowing up part of the roof-”

“Only because you can’t prove we did any of that,” Sasori muttered under his breath.

“-but this crosses the line!” she yelled, slamming her fist down on her desk and cracking it down the middle. “So listen up. Either you two straighten up, or I’ll expel you both!”

“Fine by me,” Sasori stated nonchalantly. Deidara said nothing, merely nodding his head. The two were dismissed and quickly left the office.

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“She’ll expel you?!”

“That’s what I said, un.” Deidara sighed and held his head in his hands. He and Konan were sitting together at lunch, and he’d just finished explaining to the blue haired teen what had happened earlier.

Konan sighed and rose from her seat. “I was worried something like this would happen.” She grabbed the sculptor’s hand and pulled him to his feet. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Outside.” She dragged the blonde to a door and pushed it open, making him wince from the sudden change from fluorescent lighting to sunlight. She dragged the sculptor away from the building and towards a wooded area. “Konan, what’s with these trees, un?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“They’re planted in rows, un. It doesn’t look like a normal forest.”

Konan laughed “That’s because it’s not. Years ago, all the vegetation around here was hacked down. The air around here became toxic; kids actually had to be hospitalized from lung problems. So the Agriculture class got together some funds and planted the trees around here. They’re all in rows with a few clearings here and there for grass and flowers. It’s helped immensely, but unfortunately students aren’t allowed to come back here.”

“Then what are we doing here, un?”

“Trying to keep you and Akasuna from being expelled.” Deidara wanted to ask what she meant, when he suddenly heard a loud laugh. He kept his mouth closed and followed Konan to one of the clearings she’d mentioned earlier.

He saw three people; a silver haired teenage boy with an unbuttoned shirt, another guy with auburn hair and at least half a dozen facial piercings, and Akasuna Sasori.

The teen with piercings was the first to notice their approach. “Hello Konan,” he called out. Immediately the other two boys turned to look, their eyes narrowing at the sight of the blonde. “Konan, why did you bring the brat out here?” Sasori asked in a bored tone.

“Because you moron, some people aren’t exactly looking forward to you two being expelled.

“Imagine that,” the silver haired boy said sarcastically.

“Hidan, shut up before I do to you what I threatened to do to Pein.” The Jashinist grew paler than usual and ducked behind the auburn haired teen. “Seriously Konan, why did you bring him out here?” Pein asked.

“Because you these two need to learn to get along, and what better way to do that than to force some bonding time on you guys?” Konan asked, sitting down. Deidara sat down next to her; he wasn’t quite sure he trusted the others yet. Sasori went back to eating, Pein shrugged, and Hidan was already back to cutting himself.

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“Well, I suppose today could have gone worse, un. Although I’m not exactly sure how, un.”

“Cheer up; with any luck, we can get Akasuna to get off your back after a while,” Konan replied, a smile on her face. Suddenly, they heard an engine rev, and a very familiar motorcycle drove up, stopping in front of them. Sasori stared a t the two. “Get on,” he said, looking at Deidara.

No one moved.

“Didn’t you hear me? Get on.”

“Give me one good reason to, un.”

Sasori gave the blonde an annoyed look. “Because for the first time in a very long while, I’m trying to do something that doesn’t intentionally cause harm to someone else. No get on before I run over your feet.” Deidara looked at Konan, praying she would be able to get him out of this. “Go ahead Dei. If he tries anything, and I mean ANYTHING funny, he’ll regret it.” She gave Sasori a glare that could have frozen fire. The Akasuna merely looked at the sculptor again, who reluctantly climbed onto the bike, wrapping his arms around Sasori. The Akasuna smirked and shot out of the parking lot, leaving behind Konan and any hopes Deidara had about coming out of this alive.

They only drove for a few blocks before Sasori pulled over. Deidara gulped; what now?

“Two things, brat.” Sasori pulled his helmet off and stuck it roughly on Deidara’s head. “One; wear that. I only have one, so it’s better that it be on you than me.”

“Why’s that, un? I thought you were bent on killing me.”

Sasori smiled. “That’s precisely the reason the helmet’s on you. If we have a fatal crash, brat, one of two things will happen. If we crash and I die, I’m dead. If we crash and you die, I get slapped with manslaughter and spend the next decade in a cell with a guy named Bubba.”

Deidara gave the red head a flat look. “So, it’s about legalities, is it, un?”

“Yup. And thing number two; where the hell do you live?”

Deidara’s mind froze up. There was no way he was telling Sasori that his current place of residence was an abandoned school building. “Why should I tell you, un? If you find out where I live, you’ll probably come in the middle of the night and set my house on fire, un.”

“As tempting as that sounds, no. Now tell me where to go before I decide to drive to the outskirts of town and dump you on the side of the road.” Deidara bit his lip, when an idea hit him. “I can’t go home yet, un.”

“And why is that?”

“My fridge is empty, and I need to go grocery shopping, un.” A weak lie, but somewhat convincing.

“Grocery shopping? Doesn’t your mom do that?”

“I’m on my own, bastard.” Sasori frowned but turned around, gunning the engine. Deidara tightly fastened his arms around Sasori’s chest, and resisted the urge to grin. He’d fallen for it.

Deidara was amazed by how fast the scenery shot by on a motorcycle. So very different from just riding in a car. His grip unconsciously tightened around Sasori’s middle, making the red head smirk and speed up. Deidara decided it was safe to say that they were going WAY over the speed limit.

When they finally pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store, Sasori killed the engine. “Deidara, let go,” he wheezed. The blonde immediately released his death grip on the red head; he had no idea he was holding on so tightly.

Deidara began to walk into the store. Realizing that Sasori hadn’t started up the engine again, he turned to see the red head following him. “What the hell are you doing, un?!”

“Going in with you. If you don’t get too much, I can still take you home. Got it?”

Deidara groaned inwardly. Ok, time for an emergency course of action….

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~30 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How hard is it to pick out a damn can of soup?” Sasori hissed through clenched teeth.

Deidara shrugged. “It’s called pricing, Sasori, un.” He picked up a can, pretending to think hard. “Hmm, this has 239 calories and costs $2.49, but I only need about 200 calories to get me going in the morning, and since this one costs $2.14 but only has 187 calories-“

“OK, that’s it; you’re on your own!” Sasori turned on his heels and stormed off, positively radiating death and doom as he exited the store. Deidara sighed to himself; he was safe.

The sculptor waited in the store for twenty more minutes, just to be sure the Akasuna was long gone. He carefully snuck into the ramen aisle and stuffed two packs under his shirt. He felt bad; the store owner was a kind old man who couldn’t afford security cameras, and relied on the honesty of people to keep him from going bankrupt. “I swear, as soon as I can, I WILL pay him back,” Deidara thought guiltily, slinking out of the store.

It had grown dark, and Deidara found himself almost wishing that Sasori had stuck around. Almost. He wasn’t quite that desperate yet, and he was fully capable of defending himself. He just couldn’t risk anything happening to the ramen.

As he walked down the dark sidewalk, the blonde could have sworn he heard something behind him. He decided to let it go; no point in letting paranoia-

At that moment a pair of arms wrapped around Deidara’s body, and the blonde lost it.

Deidara immediately kicked his leg in between his assailants, spun around, grabbed the person’s forearm, and flipped him. “Ow,” a familiar voice moaned from the ground. Deidara’s eyes widened. “Sasori?!”

“Who else?” the red head mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his back. “You’re a lot stronger than you look, you know that?”

“I thought you would have figured that out after I hurled you down the hall at school, un.”

“Should have. Didn’t.” Sasori stood and faced the blonde. “Now start talking.”

“About what, un?” Deidara had the air knocked out of him as Sasori slammed him into a nearby wall. “Don’t screw with me, Deidara,” he whispered, voice dangerously low. Deidara felt his face turn red from being so close to the red head. “No, calm down! Remember, he’s the devil incarnate!” “Brat, why did you pretend to shop around forever, then hide in the back of the store for twenty minutes before stealing that ramen and sneaking out?” Deidara tried to think of an excuse, but nothing came to mind. Sighing, he let the truth slip out. “I stole it because I couldn’t pay for it, un.”

“You could have told me that; I would have lent you the cash.”

“I couldn’t have paid you back, un.” Deidara averted his gaze. “I don’t have a job, and I don’t have a home, un.”

Silence

Sasori looked at the sculptor, trying to figure out if he was lying. He wasn’t. “Alright, then. Where the hell have you been going then?”

“The old high school that was shut down, un,” Deidara muttered. Sasori raised a brow. “You live in that dump?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?” Deidara hissed, anger rising out of nowhere. Sasori shook his head and released his grip on the blonde, turning around. “Come on. I’ll take you home.” Deidara nodded and followed the red head. The Akasuna would probably spread the news of him being homeless all over the high school.

His mind wandered as he climbed onto Sasori’s motorcycle. What the hell was he going to do? The easiest thing would be to transfer, but he only had to stay in school for one more year. He should probably just tough it out; the worst thing that would happen would be him getting pitied.

Sasori pulled over and killed the engine. “We’re here,” he said. Deidara looked around and quickly realized they were nowhere near the high school. “Sasori, un?”

“I said we were going home. As in, my home.” Before the blonde could protest, Sasori was dragging him up the walkway and towards the door of a one story house. “Won’t your parents mind, un?”

“They’re dead, so probably not.” Sasori pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, stepping inside and pulling Deidara with him. He quickly shut the door and flipped on the light

The first thing the blonde noticed was that the house smelled like cigarette smoke. The second thing was that it was a complete mess. “This is the living room. “The kitchen is down that hall; the bathroom and my bedroom are down the other hall. You can sleep on the couch.”

Deidara stared at Sasori like he was crazy, which wasn’t too far off the mark. “What the hell makes you think I’m staying here, un?”

“Because if you don’t I’ll tell everyone I know about you living in that old building. Word will eventually reach Konan’s ear, she will insist that you move in with her and Pein, and you will be kept up every night, listening to the sound of them screwing. AS I said earlier, you’re sleeping on the couch. Night.” Sasori turned to leave. “Wait!” “What now, brat?”

“Why are you doing this? And don’t tell me it’s out of the goodness of your heart, because I doubt you have one, un.”

“Ouch, that hurt.” Sasori grinned wickedly. “You want the truth? Konan forbade us from fighting on school grounds, for fear of us being expelled. My house, however, is free game for our war. You can look forward to hell on earth during your stay here, brat.” And with that he left.

Deidara stood there for a moment, processing what he’d just heard. A smile spread over his face. “So, he wants the war to continue, un?” The sculptor chuckled. “Sasori, didn’t you ever pay attention in history class, un? Never take the battle to your home.”
yeah, it's not very good, but i like it. sasori's stronger than dei, but deidara can still hurt the red head. oh what fun it is to be the writer for this XD now then; the plot should evolve quicker now, and i may be able to update fairly quickly (afte i get back from the damnable bonding time my mother has in store for me XP ) well, please read and comment

all characters (c) masashi kishimoto

prologue: [link]
part 1: [link]
part 2: [link]
part 3: here
part 4: [link]
part 5: [link]
part 6: [link]
part 7: [link]
part 8: [link]
part 9: [link]
part 10: [link]
part 11: [link]
part 12: [link]
part 13: [link]
part 14: [link]
epilogue: [link]
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yeah.
deidara is evil :D
and i like it :love: