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I Miss You?	By : Hushnet Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You're going to be late brat, and I'm not extending the open time just because you wanted to sit at home for five more minutes." Sasori had left for work not long after his coffee had been ready. He had leaned in for a kiss goodbye that was not returned by the blonde. He then stormed off to market his boring paintings before the exhibit opened. Deidara still had an hour until he had to be at the exhibit with the last piece, though he knew for a fact he was going to be late. He still had to get it fired before he could display it.
Deidara glanced at his phone with increasing frustration, he had texted Itachi not twenty minutes ago asking him if he wanted to meet up after work. Itachi was a big business buff, but Deidara knew he wouldn't turn down drinks if they were offered.
Rubbing his eyes, Deidara began wrapping the sculpture up in newspaper and twine and got ready to head to the studio, he would need to spot fire this. He used spot firing because it only took thirty minutes and fired the clay just enough to look finished. It wouldn't matter how it looked if it didn't become a permanent piece anyways, and considering Sasori was mad at him, it didn't sound like it would. Lifting the heavy fox into a crate, Deidara stole one more glance at his unchanged phone and began to trek down the carpeted stairs to the cold underground parking lot.
"Oh for fuck… Kakuzu move your damn car un!" Deidara yelled from the doorway into the parkade. Kakuzu's silver Acura was parked directly behind Deidara's Firefly, leaving it trapped next to the wall. He felt his eyebrow twitch as he watched Hidan get off of Kakuzu's lap and crawl into the passenger seat.
"What the fuck's your problem blondie?"
"YOU'RE PARKED BEHIND MY CAR, DUMBASS UN!" Kakuzu waved at Deidara in understanding and turned the car away, driving up the ramp and onto the street. Hidan's yelling continued to be heard until the car turned off. Hefting the clay sculpture into the back of his little red car, Deidara blew his hair out of his face and slipped his phone out of his pocket.
'I'll be heading to your exhibit anyways, we can meet up afterwards if you wish.' Deidara grinned stupidly and hurriedly sent a message back.
'Great! Can't wait for you to see it!' Tossing the phone into the passenger seat, Deidara started the car and couldn't stop smiling all the way to the studio.
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"This is a very bad idea." Pain glanced up from the contract he was trying to dissect. He gave Itachi a thoughtful look, and then chucked a pen at his head.
"I am trying to read!" Itachi grabbed the pen and set it down on the desk, Nagato had been upset over Konan being so drunk when the Uchiha had driven her home. For good reason, they weren't originally going to go out drinking, just to a movie.
Movies were boring, and didn't involve drinking. Therefore the two alcoholics had decided that a bar would be more appropriate.
"Sorry Pain-sama." The clicking of heels passed completely passed Pain, the wearer not sparing him a second glance. Itachi however got a hot cup of coffee and a hug. Konan in a short black pencil dress and blue heels smiled and placed her own coffee on Pain's desk.
"Ko-chan, how's the hangover?" She flicked blue streaks out of her face and smiled warmly at Itachi.
"Advil and toast is a hangover's best friend. Oh, and Nagato I need that piece of paper you're holding signed TODAY at some point. Staring at it isn't signing it." Pain crossed his arms and gave her a glare, tossing the contract onto the desk.
"That's Nagato-SAMA to you, Konan." She giggled and shot him a dirty look. Even though Nagato was her boss on paper, from behind closed doors she basically ran the department.
"Then that's Konan-dono to you then, asshole." The Uchiha couldn't believe he had found a way to employ these two people together and actually have any work get done. Itachi distracted her bickering for his own sanity with the passing of his phone to her, open to Deidara's conversation. She read the four texts over and squealed, covering her mouth with her hand.
"You're going to meet up with him? Tell him how much you miss him!" Itachi frowned and took the phone back from her outstretched arm.
"I don't think so; it won't be like that anymore." Konan smoothed her dress down and sat on the edge of Nagato's desk, her back to his fuming face.
"So what will it be like Itachi? Because I don't think you'll be able to resist falling for him again." Picking up the pile of paper he had come for off of Pain's desk, Itachi smirked at Konan and turned away, heading back down the hallway to his office. Unfortunately she followed him, much to Nagato's complaints.
Itachi's office over looked the rest of the building below, an entire wall of windows outlining the city. This early in the morning the sun cast a pink and orange glow over the tops of the buildings. Konan wanted Itachi's office one day, maybe he'd give her one someday…
"I don't know Konan; I always go to you for this stuff, but you and your odd gay fantasies are not the kind of help I need." Konan 'hmfed' and stood over him at his desk. Itachi had sat down and was placing papers from the pile in different locations on his desk.
"I won't suggest you just fuck him and leave him, though that would be so great to have more pictures of…" She lolled off into her mental collection of Itachi and Deidara making out on her couch a few years back. Itachi stopped and watched her begin to drool before him. This wasn't helping him in the least.
Snapping out of it Konan clicked her long nails against the wooden desk top, thinking about Itachi and Deidara.
"Is he still going out with Sasori?" Itachi twitched a little and tossed the large pile of paper on the other side of the desk, finally giving up trying to concentrate on work. Of course Deidara was still with Sasori, and Itachi's company owned shares in the art gallery Sasori operated. If anything happened between him and Deidara, it could mean something happen to his stock portfolio.
"Yes, Deidara's still with Sasori. They've been fighting a lot apparently." Konan clicked her tongue and turned towards the door, she had her own work to be getting back to.
"Well, keep me updated, and don't do anything stupid Itachi. Remember, we leave for Sasori's gallery at ten, I'm driving." And with that she had finally left him alone to think. Konan may have been his best friend, but she wouldn't know how to handle this. Deidara and Itachi had fought quite badly the last time they had seen each other. The fact that Deidara still had his number at all shocked the hell out of Itachi. With a quick glance at the clock on his computer thankful that he had at least two hours before he was expected at the gallery. The Uchiha picked up the phone and began listening to his messages, it was time to get back to the real world for a while…
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"Seriously?" Not only had Sasori not waited until Deidara had gotten there to open, he had started the exhibit early! Deidara lifted the now-fired fox sculpture gingerly and began to climb the steps. 'I'm going to kill that asshole un.' Glancing at the scratch his little red Firefly had created on the side of Sasori's black Ford. It looked as though Deidara might be the one getting killed today.
"Deidara-chan! You're late!" Zetsu greeted him at the door, with a smile and then a scowl. As people filed into the gallery beside the two Deidara could make out Sasori in the crowd. Zetsu's multiple personalities were momentary, unlike most other MPS patients, who usually have days between their switches. Deidara smiled and handed Zetsu the sculpture,
"I'm sorry un, didn't feel like being on time today." Zetsu grunted and carried the wrapped fox into the exhibit, finding a place to put it. Deidara trained his eyes on Sasori and straightened out his jacket, putting a half-hearted smile on his face. When they were here they had to act like everything was alright, no matter what. The gallery was an adjoining part of the largest museum in the city, meaning it got a lot of publicity when new things came out to show.
Deidara ignored the cameras in his face as he walked towards the red head in the centre of the room. Still smiling, the shorter man wrapped his arms tightly around Sasori's waist and growled.
"Deidara, make it here okay?" He wanted to wipe that asshole look of his off his face. But instead Deidara grinned and pecked him smugly on the cheek.
"Yes, unfortunately I think someone hit your car outside. There's a big scratch in the side un. But don't worry, I parked next to you so no one else would hit it un." Sasori narrowed his eyes at the smiling blonde below and wrapped one arm around his shoulders tightly. Deidara squirmed a little.
"How nice of you Deidara." His grip was pinching, and Deidara stopped smirking long enough to make Sasori feel better.
"Now let's have a good day, shall we?" Deidara nodded and laced his fingers through Sasori's timidly.
~chika~chika~chika~
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