Disclaimer: Naruto and all its charas are owned by Kishimoto. I only own the plot.
My Only One
I liked him for awhile. I kinda always have. No, correction. I loved him. I always have. Whether if it was in a friend or brotherly way. I loved him. The way his dark red hair swept over his chocolate brown eyes. The way he would look at me and give me that charming smile that always made my heart beat faster than it should. And especially the way he would say my name. He said it in such a soft, yet firm voice. I could fall asleep to it.
I think the moment I started seeing him as something more was back in middle school. Seventh grade to be exact. I was getting teased because of my hair and he came and defended me. Cheesy as it is, it's true. He was my best friend. And I couldn't help but become attracted to him. Especially since we were both growing young boys.
We actually lived together. We weren't 'shacking up' like some people would joke. We were both orphans. I lost my parents around age ten. I was scared when they placed me in the foster care home. That's when we first met. He was eleven at the time. Only a year older than me.
And he comforted me. He became my friend, defending me from the other orphan bullies. He never really changed. Not even as we grew. He was always there to protect me. Thank you, Sasori.
Every moment with him was breath taking. Just being with him made me happy. I never wanted to live a moment without him.
It all happened to fast though, didn't it Sasori? I won't blame you. Simply, because it wasn't your fault. Even if you promised me. If anything, it was my fault. I should of kept my big mouth shut. I know, I know. If you were here right now you'd tell me it wasn't my fault. But I feel at blame.
Then again. Maybe it isn't my fault. Maybe it's theirs. Maybe it's our own fault. Just maybe. 11:00 PM. An hour more.
I close my eyes, reminiscing in our past. Our. Not just mine. Not just yours. Ours. I'm anxious. I'm cold. I'm scared.
I check the time again. Not even a minute has passed. Time is going by so slow. Just think though. When we were together, we couldn't get enough time. Now I have to much of it.
Five Months Ago
"Hey Deidara!" Sasori's voice rang through my ears.
"Hey, un." I said, quietly. I was still rather shy around him.
"Did you see the flyers for the basketball tryouts? I was thinking about trying. What do you think?" Sasori asked me, his smile still charming as ever.
I looked at the flyer in his hand and back at him. I wouldn't mind seeing him in a uniform. He'd look cute. No. He'd look sexy if anything. Oh my... Just even thinking about it made me fluster.
"I think you should go for it." I offered a smile.
He grinned at me. "Thanks, Dei."
I blushed and nodded.
"You should try out too. That way we could hang out. Plus, I don't wanna leave you all alone at home. I'd miss you." He laughed, nudging me to follow him.
I became flustered and began stuttering. "Wh-What? I don't th-think I'd be any good, un..." I moved a piece of hair behind my ear and kept my head down.
He said he'd miss me. Even if he was playing around, it still made my heart melt.
Sasori stopped and grabbed me by my shoulders, making me look up at him. "Come on, Dei. We played a bit back on the streets. I think you did pretty good. It'll be fun."
"Well...If you're sure..."
"I am" He smirked. "Now come on. We're gonna be late to tryouts if we keep walking at this pace."
He took my hand and began sprinting towards the gym. I blushed of course. He was holding my hand.
"Akasuna and Iwa? Huh, whatever." The coach shook his head. "Alright boys, gather around."
Sasori let go of my hand and walked to the circle where every one else was. I followed behind, like I usually do. While the coach talked, I set my sights on Sasori. He really was a handsome guy.
I eventually was snapped out of my staring when the coach called on me. "Iwa, you'll be on that side of the court."
I nodded and scrambled to my feet, hurrying to the left side of the court. Unfortunately, Sasori was placed on the right side.
"Alright boys, here's how this will work. First team to twenty points wins. Remember the rules and have fun. I'll be watching." He barked before blowing his whistle.
On the other side of the court I saw Sasori give me a smile and thumbs up. It made my heart flutter. I returned the gesture and put my head into the game. I wanted to impress him. I wanted to show him, I was actually capable of doing something.
We lost twelve to twenty. But I was still proud of how I played. I couldn't say the same about my team though. As our group left and the next moved in, Sasori came up to me.
He was covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair was messed up from running. I thought it only made him look even hotter.
"You did great, Dei." He said, offering a smile.
I smiled back. "Thanks, un. You did great yourself."
Sasori laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "You think so? I tripped quite a bit, but only because my team kept shoving me out of the way." He sighed.
"Kinda sucks being short. But hey, I think it'd be pretty cool, you know? The two shortest players leading the team to victory." He grinned.
I laughed, "Un. That would be pretty cool."
He nodded in agreement. And so we sat on the bleachers watching the other group play against each other. The whole time he only talked to me. And I mean only me. Some other guys tried to talk to him, but he blew them off and kept talking to me. I felt kinda special. No not kinda. I did feel special. He was only focusing on me.
When the other group had finished the coach dismissed us, saying he would post the results next Monday. Today was the best day of my life. Sasori was practically treating me like a princess.
He opened the door for me. Took us out for pizza and arcade games. He even won a stuffed animal from the claw machine and gave it to me. I could of died of happiness. I think I would of if that stupid bitch didn't show up.
The stupid bitch was Sasori's girlfriend. Sasori had a lot of girlfriends, but they never lasted. I was actually surprised they hadn't broken up yet. She had long hazelnut curly hair. She always wore what she thought was cute outfits. But to me they looked like someone had barfed on them. She always over accessorized too. Her make up was all light and natural, excluding her bright pink lip stick lips.
I don't know why Sasori stayed with her. She was annoying as hell. But then again. I'm always told that I'm annoying. So maybe he was use to it? Oh well. I still didn't like her.
When we were at the arcade, which was located right next to the pizza shop, she randomly showed up. I was pissed.
"Sasori!" She squealed, running up and hugging him. He returned the hug, happily.
I pouted. I tried hard to hide it, but Sasori still noticed because he called out to me.
"Oh yeah. Mimi, this is my best friend Deidara. Deidara this is-"
"I know. Mimi." I said, looking her up and down and lightly scowling. I had to admit, she wasn't ugly. "We're in the same chemistry class, un."
She raised an eyebrow, like she didn't know. "Oh! You're the kid who blew up the lab last week!" She laughed almost cruelly.
I blushed and looked away. Damn it. I wish I hadn't said anything. I didn't tell Sasori about the incident, because I didn't want him to think I was still an immature brat with an obsession with explosions. I even convinced the teacher to let me clean up during lunch, so I wouldn't have to stay after school.
"You blew up the chem lab?" He asked, looking at me.
I nodded and looked away, embarrassed and ashamed.
He laughed. It was music to my ears. It made me even blush and fidget.
"That sounds just about right. Still the same old pyro, Dei." He smiled. "Hey why don't we all play some games?"
I saw Mimi roll her eyes when Sasori wasn't looking, but smiled and nodded when he was. I scowled.
The best day turned to the worst within seconds. All his focus on me, turned to her. Though, I did catch him giving me glances. I would blush and look away, but his eyes lingered on me until his girlfriend would whine about something.
After playing some games we all walked down to the plaza to get some shakes. I was still rather upset. Why did she have to come and ruin everything?
"What do you want, Dei?" Sasori asked, after ordering him and Mimi's shake. Cherry cheesecake. Yuck.
Usually me and him shared a shake since I could never finish it all by myself. Our favorite was Oh Fudge!. "I'll just get what we usually have, un." I muttered.
The waiter nodded and left to go fill our orders. I felt sick. Just looking at them. He was so happy though. I became pissed at myself for being so selfish. He deserves to be happy...Even if it wasn't with me.
"Hey, Dei. You alright? You're looking kinda pale." Sasori asked in a caring tone. "You're not sick, are you?"
I shook my head and turned my attention to the little doodles on the table. They kept distracted for quiet awhile. Even as our drinks were served. I sipped quietly and traced the pictures. It kept me contented. Then the nice silence was broken by her pig like voice.
"Hey...I was just thinking. Since you have like long hair. And you're like super small and skinny. And you always like wear skinny jeans and like..."
I zoned out. How many times could someone say like? I went back to the doodles until one sentence, no question, particularity caught my attention.
"E-Excuse me, un!?"
Even Sasori looked shock at the question. The girl snickered and repeated herself. "I said, 'Deidara are you gay?'"
I gaped. I was caught off guard by this. Fortunately for me, Sasori answered in my place.
"Mimi. I assure you Deidara is not gay. Right, Dei?" He said, smiling encouragingly.
I nodded almost too quickly.
"See. Don't be silly. Where did you come up with such a thing?" He asked, ruffling her hair a bit.
She huffed and smacked his hand. "Don't touch my hair, Sasori. I told you about that."
That bitch was fucking crazy. I would pay for Sasori to play with my hair. Just imagining him running his fingers through my hair was enough to make me blush.
"Oh, don't be so uptight. I'm just playing around." Sasori said, hugging her.
"Well don't!" She snapped, pushing the other boy off. Sasori sighed and moved his arms to his side.
"You're a bitch, un." 'Shit...Did I just say that out loud?' Unfortunately, I did.
She furrowed her eyebrows, her nose crinkling up. A perfect scowl. "Excuse me?" Mimi snapped.
I saw Sasori look at me. I know I shouldn't have said anything, but the words were just flying out of my mouth so fast that I couldn't keep it in.
"I said," I started, mimicking her voice like earlier. "'You're a bitch, un.'"
Mimi glared at me and was about to yell at me before I interrupted her.
"You treat Sasori like shit all the time. You have no respect for him. Or anyone for a matter of fact. You're a stuck up, snobby, bitch. If things don't go your way, you whine and bitch about it." I paused and took a deep breath before continuing.
"Sasori is my best friend. I don't like how you're treating him. I feel absolutely sorry for him that he has to deal with your moody bitchy ass. You obviously only like him for his looks. That's fucking shallow and I won't stand for it. He is a great person and if you can't like him for who he is, then get the fuck out of his life." I spat, breathing heavily.
Sasori stared in shock at me, gaping. 'I'm sorry, Sasori...'
Mimi stood from the table, grabbing her purse. She moved away from her seat and got straight up in my face, slapping me. I covered my burning cheek with my hand and glared up at her.
She growled and spoke. "You fucking bastard! Talk to me like that again and see what happens you stupid faggot!" She yelled.
I went to retort but she interrupted me. "Sasori. Tell your friend to get some manners. Right. Now." She snapped.
I looked over at Sasori. He still sat shocked. I looked down. I'm a terrible friend.
"Shut the fuck up." I growled lowly.
Mimi glared at me harder before walking away not turning back even when Sasori called out to her.
I kept my head down, using my bangs to hide my face. I'm such a fuck up. Such a complete fuck up. A gay fuck up. A gay for his best friend fuck up. A fucking fuckety fuck fuck up. A-
"Deidara." Sasori's calm voice reached my ears.
I didn't wanna hear it. His voice made me feel even guiltier.
Sasori sighed and got up, moving over to my seat. "Dei...Hey. Talk to me." He pleaded. "I'm not mad at you, okey?"
I ignored him.
He sighed again and grabbed my wrist, making me stand up and leave the ice cream shop. "We're going home." He muttered quietly.
'Good...I just wanna sleep and never wake up.' I thought, still keeping quiet.
Once we arrived to our apartment I sighed quietly. I shook his wrist off and started heading towards the couch, where I slept. Ever since I discovered I liked Sasori more than a friend I felt awkward and bad sleeping next to him. I laid down and faced the wall of the couch. I couldn't look at him. Not after what I did.
I was faintly surprised when I felt the middle cushion sink in as he sat down next to my back.
"Deidara. Seriously I'm not mad at you. I think what you did was pretty cool. You said something I would of never said." He paused and put a hand on my back. I shivered.
"You spoke the truth. Really I should be thanking you. Maybe she'll see things differently. Maybe not. Besides," Another pause.
"if she doesn't like my best friend, then she isn't worth my time."
I didn't reply. Though, I did feel better now. I heard him sigh again, getting up from the couch.
"I'd never get truly mad at you. I hope you know that." His breath felt closer. "Night, Dei." He whispered.
His next actions made my heart beat crazily. He leaned down and gently kissed the side of my head. Why did he do that? Did he know I liked him and was just messing around with me? No. Sasori wasn't like that. Oh, so many emotions and thoughts were going through my head at the moment. It hurt. I guess I should just sleep. Maybe my dreams could answer it for me.
The weekend was awkward but went smoothly. I talked to Sasori again. Only because he was worrying himself.
Now it was Monday. The list for the new basketball team was out and I was nervous. Who wouldn't be? Their was at least thirty people who tried out. Only fifteen would make it. The list was organized by surnames so I looked for Sasori's first.
I was happily relieved when I saw his name on the list. If anything, he had to be on the team. I didn't care if I made it or not now. As long as Sasori was happy. After spotting his name, I moved down to the I's.
To my surprise, I was actually on the list. I was on the team. I...I had made it! My smile widened and I pushed through the crowd of boys. Without thinking, I ran to Sasori and hugged him.
I blushed as he hugged me back. "I'm guessing we made it, huh?" He asked with a happy tone in his voice.
I nodded vigorously. He laughed and the next thing I knew I was off the ground and spinning. It made my heart beat fast like always and of course the butterflies that seem to come when I was with him.
It was a good day. I felt like I had gotten high, even though I never have in my life. I was...Floaty. I think that would be the correct word for it. I felt light as a feather. 'Today couldn't get better.' I thought.
But it seems fate had finally forgiven my sins and it did get better. A hell lot better. How you ask? Sasori broke up with Mimi! That moment will forever be in my memories.
"Mimi...We need to talk." Sasori said with a stern voice.
This clashed with Mimi's high pitched voice, however. "I heard you made the basketball team! Oh m gee! I'm like so happy. You're the coolest boyfriend ever!" She squealed, hugging him.
"Yeah...About that." He smiled, nervously scratching the back of his head. "I really don't wanna be you boyfriend any more..."
The happiness and excitement dropped from her voice. "You're...Breaking up with me?" She sounded as if she was going to cry.
"Yeah." Sasori said, casually.
She looked over at me and started yelling. "This is all your fault! You made him think badly of me and now he dumped me! You fucking stupid asshole! This. Is. All. Your. Fault!"
Mimi raised her hand to slap me and I flinched, closing my eyes. However, the sting of the slap never came. I opened an eye to see Sasori holding her arm.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't hit my best friend. This has nothing to do with him. So leave him out of this. Though he did say some rather true things last week. I mean it Mimi. Leave him out of this. We're over."
I never heard him speak with so much distaste. Not even when we argued about our differences in art. As terrible as it sounds, I was happy to see her run away crying. Made me feel much much better.