Hey! So this is going to eventually be a collection of AkaSaku drabbles, the title itself being based off of the idea of the 'red thread of fate' that is supposed to tie a person to his/her one true love. That and I learned that Akatsuki means 'Daybreak', so... I started this because I was in a super DeiSaku mood today...and was telling XxXdeidara lverXxX how I enjoyed writing Dei-chan as jealous, serious, and slightly insecure...

I don't own any characters from Naruto...but the fic HAS been beta'd now! Thanks Ginkan!

Summary: AU-ish, Deidara eavesdrops on a very earnest Lee talking to his girlfriend and has a short struggle with jealousy...

Thread 1: Unfounded DeiSaku

"So I'll see you tomorrow, Sakura-san?"

Light laughter. "Of course. I thought History of Ancient Suna would be an easy class, but it turned out to be a lot harder than I expected! I really appreciate your help, Lee-san," her cheery voice floated up to him from the street below, grating across his nerves.

"I'd do anything to help you, Sakura-san!"

He could imagine the wild gesticulation Sakura's fellow classmate usually used to emphasize such statements towards the rose-haired girl, and a vein began to throb with irritation at his temple.

"Thanks, Lee-san, see you tomorrow."

The click of the door downstairs worked a fierce grin across his features. 'Finally,' he thought, moving away from the window he'd been eavesdropping at. He took a few paces and flung himself onto her couch, snatching up a novel off the coffee table as the front door began to open. He glanced up as she entered, the very picture of nonchalance…and utterly not like someone who had been listening in on her conversation outside with a face like thunder a minute ago.

"Hey, Sakura, how was class, un?" he asked, flashing her a winsome smile and setting the book back down on the coffee table as he sat up.

"Oh hey, Dei-kun," she greeted with an impish grin and a wry raise of an eyebrow. "I don't remember letting you in…"

"Yeah, I know," he replied with a chuckle, "but you've never been good at hiding your spare key, un."

"Idiot," the girl muttered under her breath as she disappeared into her room to drop off her bag. "You're just a creeper, you know that? Always coming after me…"

"Hey! That's what you love about me, un?"

"Un," she agreed, teasingly imitating his speech quirk as she took a seat beside him on the couch.

His arm snaked around her shoulders immediately, pulling her smaller body against his with a low sigh of contentment. It felt good to have her like this again; there was definitely too long of a gap between the times he could see her.

"So what brought this on?" she asked as she relaxed against his comforting warmth. "You don't usually break into my place…at least, you haven't as much since you nearly gave Tenten a heart attack a few months ago."

"Do I need a reason to want to be near you?" he asked plaintively, the words muffled against her strawberry-milk hair as he dropped feather-light kisses onto the crown of her head.

Her cheeks flushed (adorably, in his opinion) as her jade eyes flickered shyly to his and away. "N-no…I guess n-,"

The vibrating of her cell phone made her jump. "Hello? Oh, hi Lee-san…"

A low growl fluttered through his throat, irritation flooding his senses as he shifted to press his forehead to Sakura's shoulder, the thoughts in his mind so filled with expletives that they rivaled his friend, Hidan's, usual speech patterns.

'If I didn't need you to get my texts to Sakura, I'd be crushing you to bits underfoot right now,' he snarled mentally, directing his frustrations at the device pressed against Sakura's ear. 'Tiny, unrecognizable bits.'

"Y-yes, thanks for letting me know…okay, bye, Lee-san."

He snatched the offending piece of electronics as soon as she was done, ignoring her cry of protest as he chucked it over his shoulder. He had great aim; case in point the annoying thing landed on the cushions lying in a pile in the corner of the room, completely unharmed.

"Sa-ku-ra," he intoned, golden brows drawing together as his bangs fell over blue eyes that smoldered with displeasure. And in an instant she was flat on her back on the couch, his larger frame overshadowing hers as he hovered above her, their fingers entangled as he pressed her hands into the leather on either side of her face.

Glass-green eyes, their gaze as smooth as the surface of an undisturbed lake, focused intently on his face, willfully calm even as her cheeks heated and her body trembled under him.

"Dei-Deidara…what's wrong?"

His forehead pressed to her collarbone as he avoided her gaze, the words he mumbled into the rough cotton of her shirt not even an answer to her question.

"What?" she asked, her voice sharp as she finally translated his strange muttering. She struggled to sit up, still pinned to the couch with her hands immobilized. "Why would you even ask if I love you?" Her voice dwindled to a soft whisper of confession, a confession she'd made many times before. "You know I do."

"Are you…is this about Lee??"

He went silent, and that in itself was answer enough.

"Deidara…" She extricated her fingers from his then, and the way he stiffened at the loss with his face buried against her neck made her heart ache. "Deidara," she whispered, drawing out his name lovingly as she shifted to thread her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling into the long blond hair she liked so well. "Lee's just a classmate, a friend from high school. And that will never change, the same way my feelings for you will never change. You're the one I want, you're the one I need."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled against the column of her throat, making her bit her lip against the ticklish sensation. "I know, I'm sorry…I just…you're just the most wonderful part of my life," he told her, drawing a shaking breath, 'and sometimes I just get so scared that one day I'll wake up from this dream and find you gone…' He didn't say those words, but he knew she knew because her arms around him tightened just a little, silently urging him to meet her eyes.

"I don't want anyone else to have you; I'm selfish and I want you all to myself and every time I see you with him I can't…I'm sorry…"

"Don't apologize," she whispered as she pulled him forward until their lips were almost brushing, her warm breath feathering like the touch of angels against his until the feeling and her words were the only thing in his mind. "Your possessiveness is one of the things I like about you, un," she teased him gently.

"Un?"

She didn't bother responding to his monosyllabic question with words, instead showing him with her actions just how much she cared by pulling him down into a kiss.

And as her lips parted against his, her sweetness exploding against his tongue as he became breathless under the spell of her touch, he could feel her feelings pouring into him, filling him to the brim. She was showing him just how unfounded his worries were, and he cupped her sweet face in his hands, determined to show her how he reciprocated every bit of love she had for him with that which he had for her.

So...I have no idea how Sakura refers to Lee. I waffled between Lee-san and Lee-kun when she talks to him...and Lee when she's just referring to him to someone else (namely Deidara in this case...) and I'm STILL not sure what she calls him. I used to know at one point...

Note, I'm not good at writing super emotional romance scenes...so hopefully the one here turned out okay?

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this plotless little drabble, and if you did, please leave me a review ^^ thanks!