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Coin Operated Boy	By : Hushnet Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~chika~chika~chika~

Made of plastic and elastic

He is rugged and long-lasting

Who could ever, ever ask for more?

Love without complications galore*

A very exhausted Deidara curled up on the still-lopsided couch, allowing the white cat to crawl onto his lap to purr loudly, demanding love and attention. He watched TJ push his little pink nose against his fingers and rub his face into his palm. A smile settled onto his face, after everything he had been through, this was all the love he'd need right now.

He had eaten his dinner quickly and raced back upstairs to commence organizing, having all but pushed his furious neighbour out of his mind, until he'd started rummaging through some of the boxes, surely enough the other man had begun banging against the wall - obviously demanding complete silence. Deidara had tried obliging him for some of the night, moving everything slowly and trying not to drop anything, but eventually it got to the point where one small noise would elicit a string of banging, he had given up.

So only having the couch left to move to a more permanent location, but not starting on it for fear of bringing the red-head to the edge of murderous, the blonde sat quietly with his cat. He was happy with the state of things; again not having much it wasn't hard to find a place for everything. The living room itself seemed massive with only the couch and the built in wall units filled with hundreds of CDs and tapes.

One of the things he'd decided would need to be bought were curtains, the huge wall to wall windows that overlooked the street and building next door were a little too welcoming to outside eyes.

TJ had swiftly crawled off his lap and was sitting in the opening to the kitchen, tail flicking back and forth, staring into the darkly-tiled room. The blonde tilted his head to get a better look at what the cat was doing, when TJ had attacked what he'd been stalking.

"TJ what'd you get un?" He pulled himself off the couch to pull the cat up by the scruff, turning him around to see the wriggling mouse dangling from his teeth. Deidara's eyes went wide as he shook TJ roughly.

"Put him down un, bad cat!" TJ dropped the mouse, only to watch it fall and squirm after it. Deidara twisted around and lunged into his room, tossing the confused cat onto the bed and closing the door before he could get out again. He returned to the mouse, who sat still on the floor where he'd fallen. Flicking blonde hair out of his face, Deidara bent down to look at the frightened rodent. The mouse twitched when he placed his hand next to him, but quickly found his nerves and skittered away back into the kitchen.

"So… there are mice in the building un... we can deal with that…" He stretched his legs out and went back to release the cat, who was batting at another mouse in the corner by the bed.

"SWEET MOTHER OF JASHIN! PUT IT DOWN, DO IT UN!" TJ ran away from him with the mouse hanging out of his mouth again, hiding under the bed and leaving his owner nearly screeching in frustration.

Everything was still stressing him out, now he had this stupid cat to save mice from. He just needed to take a breath and stop letting it all get to him. He didn't really want to be alone; he wanted someone here for him like he was used to. But that wasn't what was good for him.

What would be good for him? Friends, more work, more art? Deidara couldn't even remember the last time anything made him happy like being with someone else did. The sun was beginning to come back up, and what he needed right now was some coffee – and to make amends with his irritating neighbour.

~chika~chika~chika~

An hour of sleep. That was what he had to work with, no 'real' sleep, and it could barely be called rest. Sasori couldn't tell if his chronic insomnia was getting better or worse. After two week of not sleeping a wink, he got an hour. The Gods were not being kind to him.

"SWEET MOTHER OF JASHIN! PUT IT DOWN, DO IT UN!" The blonde had managed to keep it down for most of the night, but there had been times where Sasori had been cringing in his chair waiting for the crashing and screaming to stop. Suggested by the yelling, the blonde's cat had discovered the existence of mice in the building.

Sasori had managed to crawl out of his desk chair and shuffle over to the kitchen for coffee, before even more noise emitted from the apartment next door. As he poured the dark barely-warm liquid into his cup, and the door outside slammed, Sasori breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps the kid had finally found something better to do than piss him off.

A scraping sound of paper on the floor from the doorway proved otherwise. An unfolded letter remained where it had been left, with Sasori staring at it in annoyance, hoping that it would combust into flames. Ignoring it, the insomniac stared around his loft with a depressing sigh. Sketches and half-finished paintings littered what was considered the living room and corner where the bedroom was. The large warehouse loft seemed small with all the clutter and disarray. Not a single one of the drawings or paintings had any of his heart in them, he had long since lost his muse, and nothing got him going anymore.

Nothing except that damned blonde that constantly filled him with rage and was going to lose his hands if he continued knocking on his door like a deranged madman.

"I'll be right the fuck there!" He didn't have the energy to sit there and try to ignore the idiot; his brain might explode before that was accomplished. He set his coffee aside and rested his hand on the latch; Sasori knew he would regret opening this door.

"What can I do for you, brat?" The man in front of him was wearing the same pants as yesterday, the greenish cargos covered in what looked like paint or clay. He wore a dirty t-shirt that was far too big for him and just as dirty. The blonde leaned down and grabbed the note off the floor, shoving it into his pocket.

"I thought it would be better to say this in person un. First I wanted to apologize for the noise we made, and last night un. I was setting everything up and my stupid cat un…" Sasori rolled his mahogany eyes and tightened his grip on the wood of the door, eager to get the blonde as far away from him as possible.

"And at the same time, I wanted to thank you for the food last night un, it really had been two days since I'd last eaten." The kid was shuffling his feet and obviously embarrassed to even be at Sasori's door with this. Although Sasori barely felt bad for him, maybe catering to his obvious need for forgiveness might make the night time disturbances lessen.

"Coffee?" Sasori asked tiringly, slouching further into the door. Blue eyes widened at the word, and a toothy smirk finally spread across his flustered face.

"Sure un." That fucking word again. Did he have to say it every time he formed a sentence? "And it's Deidara un." Apparently he did.

Deidara shut the heavy door behind him, and glanced around the room, a further look of discomfort beginning to take shape.

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"Wow." He hadn't known that the corner rentals were loft spaces, the room was nice enough, minus the ridiculous mess that covered pretty much everything. Papers and drawings were everywhere, some of which were simple scribbles, but others were half-finished masterpieces. Deidara grinned; a fellow artist was his neighbour, what luck.

"So you draw un?" He tried to keep his voice down, as every time he spoke the red-head seemed to cringe. The other man hardly looked up at him from the coffee pot as he answered.

"No, I paint. But lately it's been hard to paint anything. So I draw to find inspiration." Deidara carefully moved some of the papers that were resting on the second of two chairs in the kitchen; he slumped into it once it was clear.

"Does it help un?" He watched the older man stop his actions and take a deep breath.

"No." He grabbed his own coffee off the counter and slid Deidara's over. Taking the seat across from him, the red-head let his shoulder's drop and his elbows rest on the table. To be perfectly honest he looked like hell warmed over. Deidara pushed the cup around the counter a bit before taking interest in one of the pencil drawings atop a pile of others. He picked it up,

"But this is so good un…" He traced every detail with his eyes, wondering how a tiger lily could come to life in a pencil drawing like this. Every line had been so carefully placed; someone had taken great care to get it to this point.

"Sasori." The red-head said suddenly, Deidara looked up and smiled at him. Even if he had been a dick and a saint at the same time, he had talent that even Deidara could admit defeat and respect to. Sasori however felt the sudden urge to punch the kid across from him. He'd done so much better than that simple flower drawing, when he'd been able to find some inspiration. At the same time he was glad someone else was here to let him know that even if it wasn't up to his usual par, he was still a great artist.

Sasori let a real smile crack and took the drawing from him, trying to see it with less critical eyes. Deidara sipped at his coffee and couldn't withhold the scowl that came as it ran down his throat.

"How old is this coffee un?" The first smile Sasori could remember having this year quickly disappeared.

"I made it a few days ago, if you don't like it you can go home and make your own." The blonde laughed, despite not being sure if it was completely serious or not. He left his seat at the island to inspect the coffee maker. Sasori watched him with irritation growing again in his belly.

"Where's your loose coffee un?" He let his head fall to the island top, his now-cold coffee being pushed to the side.

"It's in the coffee machine, brat. Are you hell-bent on killing me? You might just succeed." Deidara rolled his eyes at his neighbour's dramatics and stepped over to him with the old coffee grounds in hand.

"You were drinking mould un." Sasori scowled at the green and white covered ground coffee.

"Well I've got to go shopping anyways un, come with me." Sasori didn't want to talk anymore; he didn't have the energy to speak or move. He couldn't even keep his eyes open. But as soon as Deidara wrapped his hands around Sasori's forearm - trying to pull him out of the chair - the red-head found the energy to be very, very awake.

"Deidara don't touch me." He glared fiercely at the blonde as he recoiled slightly, raising a delicate brow at Sasori. He supposed that the older man was trying to scare him off, but Deidara was determined to make peace and get comfortable with his new neighbour.

"Sorry un, just come with me. Judging by the look of you, it's been a while since you went much further than the shop downstairs un." Sasori narrowed his eyes at the kid, who was doing something no one had in a while.

He wasn't listening to him.

Not only was it different, but the kid had touched him, nothing from his impolite demeanour to his stand-offish attitude had deterred Deidara from continuing to talk to him. If anything but annoying, it was brave.

"Let me get dressed and shower, I doubt the people at the shop want to see a dirty sleep deprived crazy looking man in their store." Deidara smiled triumphantly, already side-stepping to the door.

"I'll get ready too un, see you in a minute!" He left Sasori behind without a second glance, leaving the red-head to ponder just what exactly the kid was up to.

Many shapes and weights to choose from

I will never leave my bedroom

I will never cry at night again

Wrap my arms around him and pretend*

~chika~chika~chika~

*Coin Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls
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