Coin Operated Boy

 

~chika~chika~chika~

I didn't think so

But I'm still convincible

Will you persist even after I bet you

A billion dollars that I'll never love you*

Sasori locked his apartment door, wondering to himself why the hallway were always this much colder than his loft. Deidara was obviously not ready yet, so Sasori cautiously let himself into the blonde's unlocked apartment, becoming severely impatient.

He was only slightly surprised at the state – or lack thereof – of the kid's apartment. He realized why the mess in his loft had irked Deidara so much. Either he was a clean freak, or a severe minimalist. One couch and a wall unit full of music, no pictures, no tables, nothing really.

"Sorry Sasori un! I swear I'm almost done!" He called from the open bathroom door. Deidara was far cheerier than the company Sasori was used to, considering he was more used to his own. He wasn't even sure what he was doing here.

Deidara shamelessly clambered out of the bathroom tightly clutching a white towel to cover his lower half. Sasori didn't know whether to be irritated with him or embarrassed for him.

"Just hurry up brat, I hate waiting." Deidara scrunched his face into a look of displeasure,

"There's no reason to be so crotchety un." With that he retreated into his bedroom, the thick blonde hair sticking to his lightly tanned shoulders and neck before he thoughtlessly dropped the towel and used it to dry his face and hair.

It had almost sounded as if he was playing with Sasori, what mature adult acts like that?

"You realize the door is open right?" Sasori turned away from the changing blonde; constantly re-asking himself why he had followed the blonde. Deidara pulled the clean white shirt over his head before flashing Sasori a confused look.

"So? You sound like a fucking girl un." There wouldn't be a whole lot of things he would like about this kid, he'd decided. The red-head took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled before he tried to strangle him. Even if prison would be one of the easier ways to get away from society, it wasn't worth losing whatever it was that he still valued in life.

"I just want to get this over with." Deidara came strutting out of his room in baggy clay-covered jeans, shaking out his dripping hair.

"Just have to dry my hair un!" Sasori dropped onto the couch, now sure that the blonde was trying to fuck with him, since he'd said he hated waiting things had progressed a lot slower. He slowly studied the music filling the wall-unit, David Bowie? Yeah Yeah Yeah's? The Dresden Dolls? This boy was one of those 'would-be-inspirational-artists' judging by his music collection. Hoping to change the world with art – how pathetic; an older artist could tell the cute delusion a mile away, art was merely an expression of the now, not of change.

"Done!" Deidara emerged with dry hair, half tied up and his oversized pants barely clinging to his hips.

"Do you own clothing that isn't covered in clay?" The Akasuna left his perch on the end of the couch and was at the door before the blonde had even responded.

"Um… probably not un. I work better at night, so everything gets covered in it, plus I like the smell!" Deidara grinned insanely and grabbed his wallet off the top of the couch. Sasori quickly dismissed the clean-freak aspect he had expected; the kid must just be poor. He truly was the artist they all started out as.

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At eleven in the morning, the apartment elevator had far more people in it than Sasori could stand, and by the time they had reached the bottom, he was practically shoving people out of the open doors. Deidara rushed after him as he bolted to get outside.

"Don't like tight spaces eh un?" Sasori snorted and hid his eyes from the sun. When was the last time he had been outside in the day time?

"It's not about the tight space, having someone breath the exact same air as you over your shoulder feels disgusting." The blonde arched a brow at him, beginning to stroll down the street after Sasori had begun walking away.

"So you hate existing, basically un? Everyone ends up breathing the same air as you at some point."

"I know… don't remind me." It was warm out, at least being outside had that going for it. For a weekend there weren't many people walking the streets this morning, another good thing. Deidara finally caught up to him and stretched his arms upwards.

"It's beautiful out, how can you just shut yourself away all the time when this is outside waiting for you un?" Sasori double-checked his pocket for his money, he was lucky the grocery store wasn't all that far away from their building.

"Because I've lived through the 'oh the sunshine is so beautiful let's be inspired by it' phase and it doesn't move me anymore." He replied monotonously, staring straight ahead and ignoring the glare he received from the blonde.

"It's not about 'sunshine and rainbows' un, it's just about enjoying living, it could be a lot worse for you."

"Well I saw your CD collection, clearly you being an artist is fully dependent on outside forces to inspire you." Sasori snorted again at the end of his sentence, grinning at the prospect of being so naive. "A true artist can take from memory what he needs; the sunshine has nothing to do with it." Deidara pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at the red-head; clearly someone was trying to start a fight with him.

"You mean like all those unfinished drawings and painting in your room un? You have sooooo much pent-up inspiration that you just can't get a clear idea down? Is that it un?" Sasori forget about being snarky for a minute and shot the blonde a deathly stare.

After that they continued to walk into the grocery, both fuming at being undermined as something they were so passionate about.

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Sasori slammed the door to his loft with far more force than he meant to, but he couldn't care. How could he let himself be seen weak like that? This stupid kid was beginning to cause far too many problems then he was worth. What had he thought he would get out of socializing? A friend? Something more than that?

He felt sick, he shouldn't have gone over there after they'd come back, he should have left Deidara at his door and seen him another time perhaps. No… no he should've told him to leave him alone for good.

This was the problem people caused for each other. They fuck everything up, they change everything.

He needed to get this fucking feeling out of his gut before he exploded. He grabbed the stained jar off the counter and tested the tap water to insure luke-warm water. While that filled he grabbed an empty canvas and his paints out of the cupboard.

~chika~chika~chika~

And will you persist even after I kiss you

Goodbye for the last time

Will you keep on trying to prove it?

I'm dying to lose it*

~chika~chika~chika~

*Coin Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls