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type: Private
Who: Deidara and Sasori
Where: Deidara's apartment
When: Tuesday evening
Warniings: Sasori being a bastard.
Vacating his apartment and abandoning the unused mice that Itachi had bought for him to test the poison he had made upon, Sasori traveled to the stairwell and up to Deidara's apartment. His day had been mostly quiet minus the grocery shopping he had done earlier, but even that had been rather uneventful. When he stopped before Deidara's door he knocked once and tested the knob, finding it open as usual before slipping inside. Immediately his eyes went about searching for the blonde.
Deidara was sitting on his couch in the small apartment scanning over a few articals in the paper, seeing if he could find anything on missing people in the area that Orihime lived. He was trying to see if she was the only victim in that area or not. So far it seems like she was. Hearing the door squeek open, the blonde looked up and glanced at Sasori before turning back to the newspaper. "Hi, yeah...."
Shutting the door with a soft click behind himself, Sasori greeted Deidara with a nod and a simple, "Hey." He removed his shoes and coat at the door then started into the apartment and towards Deidara, instantly noting the newspaper and Deidara's furrowed brow. As far as Sasori was concerned it wouldn't even take one guess to identify what was troubling Deidara. "Doing some light reading?"
"You can say that yeah..." Deidara folded the paper an set it on the coffee table infront of him. Leaning back on the couch he turns towards the red head. "So you wanted to talk with me yeah? Well get if over with yeah."
Deidara was being less than hospitable today, not that Sasori didn't know why. Their conversation the day prior on the journals had ended in hellfire. "I wanted to see how you were holding up," Sasori confessed, though his voice was indifferent.
"Yeah right yeah..." Deidara muttered and turned back to the newspapers and started flipping through them again. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Sasori at the moment. The guy had a bad habbit of rubbing the blonde the wrong way and thus putting him in an even worse mood. The red head didn't exactly know how to sensitive.
How could he be sensitive with Deidara acting like a spoiled brat? He'd come up here, spoken the truth in his purpose and was getting shunned for it? It didn't make sense to Sasori, none at all and he lacked appreciation for the behavior coming from Deidara. "Would you rather I say I told you so?" he quipped, arms folding over his chest.
"You already said that in our comment war on Live Journal yeah. No need to say it again yeah." Deidara turned the page and scanned another article. Still nothing that could help him on finding out what happened to Orihime. He put the paper down and leaned his elbows on his knees while he rubbed his eyes a bit, giving a tired sigh. This whole thing has been zapping his energy like crazy. He was lucky that he has been able to make it to either of his jobs over the past few days.
"Then accept it when I ask after you," Sasori responded. He stepped closer and took a seat next to but not too near to Deidara on the couch, arms remaining folded over the front of himself as he leaned back.
"I don't need you to rub it in that you were right yeah..." Deidara still leaned against his knees, still not looking at Sasori. "I paniced. The first person that I've ever cared about like goes missing an I paniced yeah... I was hoping that maybe she had to go somewhere and didn't have time to get ahold of me to tell me that she is alright yeah. I was hoping that someone would know where she was yeah..."
Hope in their lives was usually fleeting, though not the sort of fleeting Sasori expected Deidara would like. Still, he had no intentions of being consoling, even if he didn't want to see Deidara like this, even if he would have preferred the blonde's sunnier disposition to return. "You lied to yourself," he said, head shaking slowly and a hand rising up to run back through his hair. "That is the worst thing you can do. You showed weakness, and now..." Well, he didn't need to say it. Now that weakness could be exploited further.
"Don't you think I realize that now yeah?" The blonde snapped, something that he rarely did with anyone. Deidara usually stayed cheerful even when he was under a lot of stress. It appears that it was starting to become too much for him. "But if I didn't ask I wouldn't have found out about Grimmjaw being there when it happened yeah."
Sighing as he propped his elbow up on the arm of the sofa, chin in his open palm, Sasori nodded. "Yes, that's true, but what good will it do you if whoever took her knows you're hunting around like a starving animal? Honestly, you'd be better to let it run its course and pay attention to the present task at hand... They'll get bored with her sooner if you don't react."
"What about our child though yeah? I can't stop thinking that something bad is going to happen even if I act like nothing is wrong yeah." Deidara sighed again and leaned back against the couch and leaned his head back to look at the ceiling. "Even if I didn't do anything right away, Rukia would have bugged me to do something yeah. I care too much about Orihime not to act like I don't care about her yeah..."
"Think of it this way," Sasori murmured, fingers twisting his red locks slowly. "You can show you care and have her tormented longer and worse because it bothers you... if that is indeed what's happened. OR. You can pretend like nothing has happened, carry on like normal, and though she might still be tormented some, I doubt it will be nearly as bad. They'll see you won't react and they'll release her and look for a new way." He hoped they would release her. He was hard hearted and unattached to things, but he didn't relish the idea of Orihime dying, especially not if it would effect Deidara and his performance within Akatsuki.
"Just shut up yeah..." Deidara didn't need to hear about what could happen to Orihime. His imagination did all that for him. "We don't even know if it was Aizen or not yeah. She could be just some random victim yeah."
Eyes narrowing, Sasori snapped, "Do you really think getting all worked up over it will help any either?"
"Sitting around on my ass is not helping either yeah!" Deidara just about yelled at Sasori, as he sat straight up a glared at the red head with hatered. Another thing he had never done before.
A trained gaze watched Deidara, but soon after Sasori looked away and stood. He felt like he was wasting his time. As usual Deidara never listened, just played the part of emotional jester to the court of Akatsuki. "Why I even bother..." he muttered, head shaking. "Look, if you're not prepared to act responsibly you shouldn't act at all."
"I am taking responsiblity yeah.. That's why I'm trying to find her yeah." Deidara hissed out at Sasori. "Just do me a favor and just for once stop lecturing me. I'm getting sick of that shit yeah."
For a brief moment he contemplated throttling Deidara to knock some sense into him, but decided in the passing of a moment that even that probably wouldn't work. Deidara was as thick as a wall and as dull as a butter knife. "What about your responsibility to Akatsuki? That is supposed to come first." He was ignoring Deidara's complaints for his lecturing. It was as though he hadn't even heard the blonde speaking.
"Sorry but she is carrying my child yeah. For the first time I can have a real family and I'm not ready to give up on that yeah." Deidara stood up and headed for the curtain that was over the door for his bedroom. "You know the way out. Don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way yeah."
Glaring at Deidara's back as he retreated towards the bedroom, Sasori almost said something sharp and snide but just turned away and grabbed his coat instead. Slipping on his shoes and moving to the door, he slammed it hard on his way out. A coffee would be good, the paper, and then he would have more work to do before tomorrow. He idly wondered if Deidara would even show up at the funeral or if he'd be too busy lamenting the temporary loss of his troublesome girlfriend.
Who: Deidara and Sasori
Where: Deidara's apartment
When: Tuesday evening
Warniings: Sasori being a bastard.
Vacating his apartment and abandoning the unused mice that Itachi had bought for him to test the poison he had made upon, Sasori traveled to the stairwell and up to Deidara's apartment. His day had been mostly quiet minus the grocery shopping he had done earlier, but even that had been rather uneventful. When he stopped before Deidara's door he knocked once and tested the knob, finding it open as usual before slipping inside. Immediately his eyes went about searching for the blonde.
Deidara was sitting on his couch in the small apartment scanning over a few articals in the paper, seeing if he could find anything on missing people in the area that Orihime lived. He was trying to see if she was the only victim in that area or not. So far it seems like she was. Hearing the door squeek open, the blonde looked up and glanced at Sasori before turning back to the newspaper. "Hi, yeah...."
Shutting the door with a soft click behind himself, Sasori greeted Deidara with a nod and a simple, "Hey." He removed his shoes and coat at the door then started into the apartment and towards Deidara, instantly noting the newspaper and Deidara's furrowed brow. As far as Sasori was concerned it wouldn't even take one guess to identify what was troubling Deidara. "Doing some light reading?"
"You can say that yeah..." Deidara folded the paper an set it on the coffee table infront of him. Leaning back on the couch he turns towards the red head. "So you wanted to talk with me yeah? Well get if over with yeah."
Deidara was being less than hospitable today, not that Sasori didn't know why. Their conversation the day prior on the journals had ended in hellfire. "I wanted to see how you were holding up," Sasori confessed, though his voice was indifferent.
"Yeah right yeah..." Deidara muttered and turned back to the newspapers and started flipping through them again. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Sasori at the moment. The guy had a bad habbit of rubbing the blonde the wrong way and thus putting him in an even worse mood. The red head didn't exactly know how to sensitive.
How could he be sensitive with Deidara acting like a spoiled brat? He'd come up here, spoken the truth in his purpose and was getting shunned for it? It didn't make sense to Sasori, none at all and he lacked appreciation for the behavior coming from Deidara. "Would you rather I say I told you so?" he quipped, arms folding over his chest.
"You already said that in our comment war on Live Journal yeah. No need to say it again yeah." Deidara turned the page and scanned another article. Still nothing that could help him on finding out what happened to Orihime. He put the paper down and leaned his elbows on his knees while he rubbed his eyes a bit, giving a tired sigh. This whole thing has been zapping his energy like crazy. He was lucky that he has been able to make it to either of his jobs over the past few days.
"Then accept it when I ask after you," Sasori responded. He stepped closer and took a seat next to but not too near to Deidara on the couch, arms remaining folded over the front of himself as he leaned back.
"I don't need you to rub it in that you were right yeah..." Deidara still leaned against his knees, still not looking at Sasori. "I paniced. The first person that I've ever cared about like goes missing an I paniced yeah... I was hoping that maybe she had to go somewhere and didn't have time to get ahold of me to tell me that she is alright yeah. I was hoping that someone would know where she was yeah..."
Hope in their lives was usually fleeting, though not the sort of fleeting Sasori expected Deidara would like. Still, he had no intentions of being consoling, even if he didn't want to see Deidara like this, even if he would have preferred the blonde's sunnier disposition to return. "You lied to yourself," he said, head shaking slowly and a hand rising up to run back through his hair. "That is the worst thing you can do. You showed weakness, and now..." Well, he didn't need to say it. Now that weakness could be exploited further.
"Don't you think I realize that now yeah?" The blonde snapped, something that he rarely did with anyone. Deidara usually stayed cheerful even when he was under a lot of stress. It appears that it was starting to become too much for him. "But if I didn't ask I wouldn't have found out about Grimmjaw being there when it happened yeah."
Sighing as he propped his elbow up on the arm of the sofa, chin in his open palm, Sasori nodded. "Yes, that's true, but what good will it do you if whoever took her knows you're hunting around like a starving animal? Honestly, you'd be better to let it run its course and pay attention to the present task at hand... They'll get bored with her sooner if you don't react."
"What about our child though yeah? I can't stop thinking that something bad is going to happen even if I act like nothing is wrong yeah." Deidara sighed again and leaned back against the couch and leaned his head back to look at the ceiling. "Even if I didn't do anything right away, Rukia would have bugged me to do something yeah. I care too much about Orihime not to act like I don't care about her yeah..."
"Think of it this way," Sasori murmured, fingers twisting his red locks slowly. "You can show you care and have her tormented longer and worse because it bothers you... if that is indeed what's happened. OR. You can pretend like nothing has happened, carry on like normal, and though she might still be tormented some, I doubt it will be nearly as bad. They'll see you won't react and they'll release her and look for a new way." He hoped they would release her. He was hard hearted and unattached to things, but he didn't relish the idea of Orihime dying, especially not if it would effect Deidara and his performance within Akatsuki.
"Just shut up yeah..." Deidara didn't need to hear about what could happen to Orihime. His imagination did all that for him. "We don't even know if it was Aizen or not yeah. She could be just some random victim yeah."
Eyes narrowing, Sasori snapped, "Do you really think getting all worked up over it will help any either?"
"Sitting around on my ass is not helping either yeah!" Deidara just about yelled at Sasori, as he sat straight up a glared at the red head with hatered. Another thing he had never done before.
A trained gaze watched Deidara, but soon after Sasori looked away and stood. He felt like he was wasting his time. As usual Deidara never listened, just played the part of emotional jester to the court of Akatsuki. "Why I even bother..." he muttered, head shaking. "Look, if you're not prepared to act responsibly you shouldn't act at all."
"I am taking responsiblity yeah.. That's why I'm trying to find her yeah." Deidara hissed out at Sasori. "Just do me a favor and just for once stop lecturing me. I'm getting sick of that shit yeah."
For a brief moment he contemplated throttling Deidara to knock some sense into him, but decided in the passing of a moment that even that probably wouldn't work. Deidara was as thick as a wall and as dull as a butter knife. "What about your responsibility to Akatsuki? That is supposed to come first." He was ignoring Deidara's complaints for his lecturing. It was as though he hadn't even heard the blonde speaking.
"Sorry but she is carrying my child yeah. For the first time I can have a real family and I'm not ready to give up on that yeah." Deidara stood up and headed for the curtain that was over the door for his bedroom. "You know the way out. Don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way yeah."
Glaring at Deidara's back as he retreated towards the bedroom, Sasori almost said something sharp and snide but just turned away and grabbed his coat instead. Slipping on his shoes and moving to the door, he slammed it hard on his way out. A coffee would be good, the paper, and then he would have more work to do before tomorrow. He idly wondered if Deidara would even show up at the funeral or if he'd be too busy lamenting the temporary loss of his troublesome girlfriend.