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The third letter lay opened on the table. It recipient read it out to himself, deciphering the cut out newspaper clippings that made the letter’s content up. “We know you are helping Akasuna Sasori kill gang members. We want to make a deal. You can help us instead, and we will pay you more. We want to stop him from killing Okahito Mutsu, as he is an ally of ours. Follow our instructions on the next page. Akatsuki.” “Well...” Kabuto muttered, re-reading the part about a higher pay. “I think that can be re-arranged. Sorry Sasori, it’s been a good run. Although if you die...I don’t think I’ll c

A key turning point. A gateway to a new era. These were just a few names for what happened when   something fundamental happened which would determine future events. The one that happened today, however, could be easily ignored. Even the person that delivered it wasn’t even aware of its importance. Moreover...their importance. It all started with three letters, of which except the person concerned would even care about. Anyhow, Sasori heard the clunk sound from hallway, and instantly went over to receive the thing that had fallen through his letter box. Not being one to procrastinate, he opened it quickly, and reeled at the contents

After ten minutes of just staring at the door, Deidara realised his heartbeat had slowed down. His face just read confusion. Why had nobody turned up? Shaking his head, Deidara wandered around the senior’s dorm. He knew no seniors would ever come in today- they were all on there annual trip to the winter theme park, which made it a great place for anything like this specified meet to happen. Sasori was quite shocked when Itachi started explaining only a moment after he had asked him too. Maybe he was hasty to get his point across, the redhead wondered as he crossed his arms. “Akatsuki is a group of dedicated people determined to

If Deidara had ever looked forward to a day at school, it would have definitely been this day. Despite the mess of snow and frosty winds which encircled him as he walked to school, Deidara was positive that today would be a good day; because if nothing else, the torture that was Sexual education was, at the very minimum until next term, over. Brushing the effects of winter from his long blond hair, the sculptor entered into the school grounds, and proceeded to the classroom of his first lesson, which happened to be Maths. He half smiled as he looked around the brightly lit class room, seeing some of his friends; Hidan, Kakuzu and Konan to

It wasn’t like the blond to ask himself, whether it is vocally or in his mind, is this a dream? Because he only ever has bad dreams, and what was going on in the kitchen of a red-haired seventeen year olds house, was most definitely thought of a bad, never mind a bad dream. It was the complete opposite; the fact that the very teenager who he loved admitted that he had feelings for him could be viewed as nothing other than amazing. “You...Have a crush on me?” The blond asked, as his mouth relaxed into a smile automatically. It was quite surprising for Deidara to realise that he wasn’t as shy or tongue tied as he thought h

It always seemed to happen that when you next see your family after something big had happened, they seem so much more different to you. For example, now Deidara was friends with someone who meant the world to him, and also loved him, his cousins seemed so much more homophobic than the blond had ever thought they were. Not that they actually knew about his love for Sasori, they didn’t even know about the fact he was gay, but their dismissal of man-on-man relationships proved themselves whilst riding in the car back form Hokkaido. He really couldn’t away from there conversation seeing as he was trapped in mini van with the three

Deidara couldn’t answer Sasori for a long time, but was perfectly aware of how long he was taking- a clock close by reminded him of that with its abnormally loud Tick! He could feel Sasori’s eye boring into his own, and the temptation to look away itched at the blond wildly, but he did not look away. Something inside him told him that if he couldn’t even manage to give Sasori an answer, he should at least not duck out like a coward. He did think of something to say eventually...but was it even worth saying? He was pretty much sure that Sasori knew it himself...so was it really necessary to point it out? Still...the thought of

The empty gym would seem, to someone only glancing into it, as empty and as silent as tombstone- yet in reality the faint murmur of the young blond’s breathing echoed throughout the airy gym. Deidara lay curled up on the gym floor, His mind still reeling from the punch in the face he had been “given” by Uchiha Itachi. He hadn’t attempted to get up yet- he still felt sort-of dizzy, plus there was something weird in his mouth and he didn’t know if getting  up would make it worse.  Gawd...Itachi’s punches really f*cking hurt, he thought to himself. A couple more minutes went by until Deidara fi