"Granny Chiyo?" Sasori asked as he took the phone from Dei.

There was a long pause on the other end. Finally, the old woman replied, "Sasori, is that you?"

"Yes, it is."

"Ohh…well, nice to hear from you finally! Its been a long time, hasn't it? I remember-"

"Granny, end this lie now. I can't believe it! After all these years, it was YOU that prevented me from reunited with Deidara!"

"I…er…well…"

"Yeah, don't give me this shit. I can't believe it! You RUINED my LIFE!" and he hung up on her.

Deidara looked at the redhead in surprise. "That was your GRANDMOTHER?"

Sasori handed the blonde back his phone. "Yes…yes that was…and I fucking HATE her! All those times that person called and she'd tell them they had the wrong number…that was YOU!" the redhead paced back and forth, nearly tearing his hair out in frustration. "…She…she…she is SO dead!"

Deidara watched as Sasori stomped around like a caged animal. He felt sorry for him, but he also felt confusion about the situation-not to mention guilt for not realized the voice had belonged to Chiyo-baasama the entire time.

Sasori walked back over to the cement wall of the gymnasium and slid down until he was sitting on the ground. He buried his fingers into his own hair, pulling on it still. "I don't get it…"

Deidara walked over to his side and kneeled down as well. "I don't get it either, un." He pulled on Sasori's arms lightly, pulling them away from his head and out of his hair. The blonde looked him in the eyes. "But you don't have to torture yourself because of it, yeah."

The redhead sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry…"

"There's nothing to be sorry about, un… It's not your fault." Deidara leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "You do realize how much like children we are acting right now, yeah?"

A small laugh arose from the redhead. "Sometimes, I still wish we were kids, you know?" he pulled the blonde into a tight embrace yet again, running his hand up and down his back.

Dei shivered from the touch but smiled as his raised his head up and kissed him again. "I know exactly what you mean, un…"

The two remained in that position for the longest time until Sasori slowly pushed the blonde back a bit. "I'm still confused about something."

Deidara looked at the redhead questionably. "What's that, un?"
"Why would she do such a thing? What didn't she like about you that she wouldn't let you talk to me?"

Deidara rose an eyebrow. "There has to be some sort of logical reasoning for her to do that…yeah…"

"Oh, there was a VERY good reason why she did what she did…hmm." a scratchy male voice spoke as a shadow appeared over the two on the ground.

Deidara whipped around at the sound of the voice and quickly moved off to the side of Sasori. "D-dad?"

A taller, more masculine version of Deidara stood in front of them. He had the same golden color of hair, and like Dei's used to be, awfully long with a long, shiny fringe covering, this time, his right eye. The man glared down at the two. "You DO realize that Chiyo no Akasuna is good friend of mine, hmm?"

Deidara gulped and nodded. "Y-yeah. That's how you knew Sasori, un."

Sasori was nearly stunned at the fact that this man knew his grandmother. They looked to be al LEAST 20 years apart in age. How did a young man like Deidara's FATHER ever meet and old hag like Chiyo? He did have to admit though: he now knew where the blonde got his looks from. Now he wanted to meet his mother.

Dei's father stared down at the boys. "Her little stunt with the calling…was to prevent this." he gestured to the two.

Deidara was now more confused than ever. "To prevent what?"

"This…this GAY crap."

Sasori understood then. He rose to his feet, pulling Deidara up with him, and stared the man straight in the eyes, his own filled with anger at the comment. "What's the problem if we're gay?"

Deidara's father met Sasori's glare with one of his own. "Do you honestly think I want my son in a relationship that could discontinue our family heritage, hmm?"

Sasori's anger intensified. "Is that what this is about? Your 'family heritage'? That is the STUPIDEST reason I have EVER heard! You expect me to believe that shit?"

Deidara slightly cowered behind Sasori in fear of his own father, and tugged on his shirt. "Danna, cut it out, its not worth it…un…"

"You…" Deidara's father pushed the redhead aside and grabbed his son by the arm, "You did NOT just call him 'Danna', hmm!"

Deidara's eyes widened in shock at the sudden contact.

Sasori nearly karate-chopped the older blonde's arm off. "Don't you touch him!" He pulled Dei back, holding one arm in front of him like a shield. "You have NO right to hurt him! And who gives a DAMN what he calls me!"

"I do, hmm! I am NOT going to tolerate this kind of behavior from him!" the man jabbed a finger in Deidara's direction.

"You're not going to allow your own son-your own flesh and blood-to love someone? What sort of parent ARE you?" Sasori scoffed.

"A parent that wants to PROTECT his son!"

"Protect me?" Deidara interjected. "Protect me… really? After all these years I've been on my own, dealing with harsh insults, depression, and beatings from other people, you FINALLY decide to involve yourself in my life and 'protect me', un? Like HELL you are!"

"Talk to me like that again, and you won't live to see another day, hmm!" the man's finger was back in Dei's face.

"I'm THIRTY-EIGHT, Dad, I can talk to you however the hell I want! I'm not a kid anymore, un!"

Deidara's father's arm fell slightly down. His face twisted into an odd look-one that seemed to be a mix of hurt and anger, with a bit of confusion. He didn't comment.

"I will never understand you, un." Deidara pushed passed Sasori, taking his place in his father's face. "In my younger years I was continually getting insults as being a "girl", or a "wussy", or a "fag". If you wanted to prevent me from being gay, where were you then, un?"
Again, his father had nothing to say.
Deidara continued. "And why are you so worried about this NOW, un? Like I said, I'm thirty-eight. Old enough to live without YOU. And I have for EIGHTEEN YEARS, un! So suck it up! Enough with this family heritage crap!" Deidara stopped ranting for a moment and composed himself, ready to end this. "Besides," he glared intently at his elder, "the TRUE Iwanii blood died along with Mom."

Deidara's father gasped in shock at the comment. The hand that held the insulting finger hastily clutched at his heart. "You…you did NOT just say that…"

"So what if I did, un? What do you care? You hated Mom anyways, un!" Deidara crossed his arms and turned away, flicking his short bangs at him.

"I loved your mother very much, hmm!"

"Loved her enough to get her pregnant then leave? Oh yeah, un. True love."

"And yet you are like me more ways than you know, hmm!" Dei's father was fuming by now.

"Guess that makes you a flaming gay, huh, un?" the younger blonde smirked.

Sasori had to stifle a laugh as the older man's face went from cherry pink to a beet red out of anger and embarrassment.

"What? It must be true! Long hair, cocky attitude, hand on the hip," Deidara pointed to his father, who instantly removed himself from that position. "Oh yeah, un. Flamingly gay."

Sasori now burst out laughing.

Deidara's father snorted. "Fine, you smart ass, hmm! For once I'll be the loving father and leave you be. Though, you WILL regret your decision, hmm. Just you wait! When you need something from your family, there will be NOTHING for you! And DON'T expect anything from my death! There will be NOTHING in my will for you! And I will make SURE of that, hmm!"

Deidara rolled his eyes. "Like I'll need anything from someone who wasn't in my life to begin with, un."

The man glared at the blonde a final time before stalking off to whence he came.

Sasori took a deep breath, now done with his fit of laughter. "Wow, and I was waiting for him to make a big scene before he left!"

"I guess he had nothing more to say, un."

"Well that's good," Sasori sat back down against the gym wall. "I'm glad that's all over with."

"Yeah…" Deidara walked over to where Sasori was and sat down next to him.

Sasori wrapped his arm around him, pulling the blonde close. "Well we also learned something else from his little visit."

Deidara looked up at the redhead in confusion again. "What, un?"

"That Chiyo-baasama and your father were working together to prevent us from seeing each other ever again." Then he added in a whisper, "I wont be talking to her anymore. Moving out first chance I get."'

Deidara nodded. "And that's why my father made my aunt move me a million miles away from here, un."

"Yeah…well at least we're together again." Sasori smiled happily. He pulled the side of the blonde's face close to his and kissed him lightly. "And it's going to stay like that, right?"

Dei smiled in approval. "Right, un!"

"Good…" Sasori smirked evilly as he pulled the blonde to the ground and lay on top of him. "Now to do to you what I meant to do twenty years ago…"

The blonde cocked his head to the side. "Wh-what's that, un?"

The redhead's smile widened. "To have hot man-sex with you!"

Deidara's face nearly burst into flames.

THE END!