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CHAPTER 4

"So how's everything?" Came to hear a half aged lady's voice from the phone.

"All fine, oba-sama," Deidara replied.

"You should know, I want to make sure that you really pay much of your care toward my only grandson, aren't you?"

"I've told you, all fine. Young master is enjoying his current life and there's nothing better to see his progression than other things," Stuttered for a sudden interrogation for this past an hour made Deidara lost control, irritated and confused toward the person he's been talked to on the phone.

"Good, I'm looking forward for your next report," Sounded relieved but seemed that the other voice hasn't intended to end their both conversation, ignoring Deidara's voice who's obviously didn't feel comfortable to be asked to much.

"Sure,"

"And still, you're not causing such improper act, right?" Deidara shocked hearing the last word, his hand was shaking while holding the phone.

"Improper – act?"

There was a silent moment suddenly, but Deidara really didn't know about how to react for sure. It wasn't thing he didn't understand, but it was surely thing he wouldn't answer to such a person like the one he has been talking to.

"Okay, fine, it looks that you still keep your words toward my Sasori," The lady replied straightly breaking the awkwardness between these two.

"Yes, Oba-sama," A straight certainty came among Deidara's nervousness.

His words? He began to remember.

Perhaps. It's his promise.

"Well, then, I guess that's all. Keep informing about my grandson condition,"

"I will," Unconsciousness, Deidara nodded respectfully toward the phone forgetting that actually no one could see him.

-CLICK-

The phone hung up. The blonde ponytail sighed while leaning at the wall; he seemed having a hard time back and his tensed expression clearly seen from his look. It was Sasori's grandmother who was on the phone earlier. The only Sasori's remained family after his parent died because an accident.

Deidara could remember it clearly about those pasts. The past that has caused his life's became linked with Sasori.

"Yes, it was the day," He said to himself.

Seemed noticing more important thing, the blonde blew his daydream and looked at the time. It was already late and his young master hasn't arrived from his school.

"Master, where are you--?"

--

"Just come in, dude," The squiggle boy let Sasori to enter his apartment unit; behind him Gaara followed the red haired entering the room. For a result after their basketball match, Sasori wouldn't think any of it to ignore invitation to every thing about Gaara, though he was wondering all the time when the three of them walked together toward the apartment, why Kankurou asked him to, and why Gaara--

"I wonder, or I've just noticed this, do you guys – I mean, you both – live together?" Sasori stuttered as he began to think and guessed if what he think was right. Some part of his mind felt mixed of anxious and guilty, try to roll his own perception and jumped for a thousand conclusions expecting a right answer about Gaara's sex orientation.

It's just that asking such personal question probably may hurt and insult Kankurou and Gaara, but no matter what he really wanted to know the fact within it. And some part of him felt so terribly happy. If what he thought was right, so, he should have some chance to go after Gaara.

"It's not your business," A blonde ponytail girl came from the opposite side of the room and seemed to greet Gaara with her caring smile which is looked mannered on Sasori, or it was the thing that Sasori could think.

Come to remain, she was the girl he met when he was sneaking over Gaara at the park back then. Yes! Sasori remembered it. She was the girl who gave Gaara her bento, and he hates it.

"Excuse me," Ignoring all of his dejected thoughts, Sasori was a person which can control himself totally, so to make such an apologizing words weren't too difficult too him.

"No, no, Temari, you've been too straight. He's Sasori, you remember him, right? The silly guy who we found fell at the park," Kankurou came to between the two of them, he could see Sasori's face whose began to show his sulked expression and however Kankurou smirked while watching onto that but he was taking the responsible for asking Sasori to come with him.

"Oh, you," She sighed while turning his head off and walked passing Sasori toward the pantry, "I thought you were one of another Gaara's friends who try to smash him," She looked preparing something over the dining table ashamedly but still reluctant to admit it.

"What?" Another words and Sasori couldn't ever think what's the reason causing he's been treated so sensitively. What's this point about?

"Stop it, Temari,"

"Sorry," The girl called Temari rubbed Gaara's hair and Sasori noticed that she was preparing dinner for every of them there (if Sasori could consider that he was asked for a dinner), "Anyway, I've cooked so you don't need to reserve that pizza, yesterday's one was suck," She chuckled.

"Come on," Kankurou asked Sasori to move toward pantry. He let Sasori took his seat beside Gaara, while he sat in another side before him.

For a while everyone was enjoying their meals, no one said something or there was no one began the conversation. Silent but the clanging of the tablespoons.

"How it tastes?" Temari asked toward Sasori, tried to resolve her early bad attitudes toward the red haired.

"Not bad," Kankurou smiled and winked as he knew what Sasori would say for sure of 'don't tell her the truth!'. Sasori smirked for reply.

"Umm, may I ask something?" Felt that he has already accepted though it was only by Kankurou and Temari.

"Okay, go on, I guess," Temari agreed.

"You said that you were accusing me of someone who wants to break Gaara-"

"YOU--!!" Gaara stood up cut Sasori's words, pounded on the table and directly walked out from the dining room. Everyone saw him but no one tried to halt him. Sasori turned his head toward Kankurou hoping that he was about to call him back but he didn't and continue his own meals.

"Uh-oh, I'm – I'm – sorry, Gaara-kun," The red haired was about to followed him.

"Just let him go," Temari stopped Sasori, "He used to act strange since we lost our parents," The girl also seemed irresponsive toward Gaara when told about his condition.

"Our parents- you said?"

"Gah, brat, hasn't you noticed it? We're brothers sisters, and what are you expecting more things about us?" The other boy snapped back hitting Sasoris' plate with his pork. Still with the same smirk, Kankurou tried to not hurt Sasori's feeling.

Sasori himself has already realized that he has already caused lots of fuss this whole day which he couldn't avoid it and he didn't know why.

"What?!" So he was wrong? But isn't great? The fact that Gaara wasn't someone for Kankurou. Sasori kept thinking, musing over with his own deep perception. But—was it decreasing his own chance?

"Well, it's been 15 years since we've just lived together without another family member. We're having hard times, but the most one was Gaara himself," Temari began her story while looking at Kankurou for he directly nodded submitting his permission.

"What was happening?"

"Gaara became such a quiet person, anti-social, and we even never able to read his mind. The fact is he keeps suspecting himself for the only one who caused the accident, but of course we all know it was wrong. So—"

"I'm sorry, but how did your parents died?"

"Killed," Sasori gaped at Temari after hearing those words. His mind went blank as he felt so unready for a moment he has just had.

--

"Okay, what's for this number?" Kankurou was about to jot some thing on his note book. He have finished their dinner and did their homework in the living room with Sasori, tried to work together but the result that he was asking all the answers to Sasori so far. Temari wasn't with them also with Gaara who hasn't appeared since his indignation earlier.

"It should be x y2 + 5y – 6," The red haired answered languidly.

"Ah, yeah your right," Kankurou wrote the answer on his book cheeringly, "Another 5 questions and we're done," He chuckled.

"Um, but Gaara hasn't come out from his room since then,"

"Hmm, yeah, it's really him; he may come in a few moments," He smiled trying to settle down his friend's nervousness.

Another 30 minutes has gone but Gaara still hasn't come up from his door and it began to distract Sasori's feelings, within his guilty conscience and his pretension to get along more with Gaara.

"I'll go to see Gaara, where's his room?" He tried to raise from the sofa and about to leave Kankurou.

"That way," He sighed, "Just turn right and you'll find a door at the corner. It's his room," He explained.

"Thanks,"

Sasori walked carefully toward the direction Kankurou has told him earlier until he finally found Gaara's room. He saw a wooden door and there were a little plank hanging on it written 'Our lovely brother's room', it should be Temari's works, Sasori presumed. Slowly lifted his hand and made a little knock.

"Gaara," The red haired whispered, "Are you there?" but no answer, he kept knocking the door, louder this time, "Would you let me in?" but still no reply from the room's owner. Sasori then turned the handle and slowly opened the door to check whether Gaara wasn't falling asleep or he was doing something else.

Unexpectedly, he found Gaara was snuggling over on the carpet beside his bed; Silent while staring over the window expecting something to cover him.

"Gaara?!" Sasori walked toward Gaara's about.

"Just shut the door!" He noticed Sasori's presence and quickly yelled made the red haired shuddered and began to close the door behind him and continue his step moving toward Gaara's.

It felt strange. Or it was actually thing that Sasori felt for he could see another Gaara's hidden expression. He would never think that the Gaara he has known for this few months could show his pale and deep sorrow that he would never show it to others or everyone at school.

"Are you okay?" Sasori bent down toward Gaara, then he could clearly see that Gaara was a fragile person that he would never expect it before.

"Of course, dummy," Sasori frowned hearing Gaara's cold reply, tried to be a tough person for himself against all the fact that Sasori was there seeing his undignified condition.

"Liar," He glared onto him, "What are you doing here?" Sasori countered.

"This is my room, and who are you to be here?" He snapped back.

"Well- you aren't suppose to say that, me and Kankurou were worrying about you," It was actually him for sure who worried over Gaara but it was obvious that he needed to state 'Kankurou' name to support his reason.

"You're wasting your time," He turned his head off of Sasori and tried to stand up facing Sasori whose now as the same tall as him.

"I'm your friend,"

"And what a friend like you wants from me?" Flashy eyes appeared from Gaara's face as he felt irritated for Sasori's pedantic act; he wanted to drive Sasori out from his room but seemed that the person before him wasn't as easy as he thought.

They both stared each other. No words and silent.

"I just—"

"Just go home and forget all the things you have heard all this day," Gaara placed his right index finger on Sasori's forehead tried to push him so he won't bear to stay here any longer.

"I won't," A straight reply came out from Sasori's lips.

"What?"

"I told you, I'm your friend,"

"There's no point about your silly reason, I never ask you to be my friend and I never think that me myself would need a friend to comfort me, and I feel enough that I can support myself within all my loneliness –" Gaara stopped his last words. He removed his hands from Sasori and placed it onto his lips noticing that he was saying wrong words.

"Loneliness?" Sasori repeated.

"It's—It's not your business, just GO!!" Quickly turned his body against Gaara and shouted for a deep word which has caused him felt more uncomfortable and for a feeling that he didn't want to show it anyone, even his brother or sister not to mention, he didn't want Sasori to be here.

"I told you I won't," Sasori persisted, forgetting his desire to know more about Gaara. This time wasn't merely about a chance but suddenly he started to look Gaara in a different sight and he was wondering. What would it be.

"You're such an annoying person," Tried to control his voice but unfortunately, it was trembling and Sasori could hear it clearly.

"And you're not as tough as you think of yourself," Sasori moved closer toward Gaara placing his hands on Gaara's back and reach his shoulder for turning Gaara's body.

"You don't know about me," He spoke frightened.

"Then let me know more about you," Sasori calmed his voice, almost whisper so it was only Gaara who could hear him, a slight and warm smile looked upon his face and somehow it was felt enjoyable for Gaara.

"You—"

They both eyes finally met try to understand each other intention for real as Sasori pulled Gaara into his arms and hugged him so much with his caring. It was a deep feeling between these two and Sasori wouldn't do more for his own sake.

For this was a good beginning for both of them and a promise that since now he would never leave this precious person away from him.

He tried to tighten and pulled Gaara's fragile body into him when suddenly he realized that Gaara was crying over his shoulder.

--

"I'm home, Deidara," No one greeted him when Sasori walked in throughout his terrace. It was late at night and Deidara should have prepared him a dinner and wait for him, but why he didn't hear any voice.

Sasori entered his living room and finally found that Deidara was sleeping on the dining table, the dinner was already prepared though it's already cold and he didn't know whether his assistant has eaten his own meals.

"You've been waiting for me? Idiot," Sasori murmured on Deidara's small ear.

"Master?" Slowly the blonde opened his eyes, "I'm – I'm sorry, I-" Realizing his master was watching his unmannered attitude for falling asleep on the dining table scared him.

"It's okay, just return to your room," Sasori answered coldly.

"Master, have you eaten?" Deidara arose from his seat and pull a chair so Sasori could sit but he refused it quickly.

"Um—"

"You haven't--right?" Tried to guess though he has been used for his master rejection but he didn't care about it.

"I'm full,"

"I will accompany you to eat," Deidara still placed his hands on the chair expecting his master would sit next to him this time. The blonde was quiet realized toward his selfish demeanor but he couldn't help himself that he always feels so happy every time his master spends small times for him enjoying whatever his cooking.

"But—" Sasori endured his words when saw how Deidara smiled to him. There was a straight feeling the he didn't sure what it was, but to remember that he spent his whole day with Gaara and forgetting about how Deidara's presence really insulted him.

"Thank you," Sasori nodded and it was a quick moment before he took a seat Deidara offered him, his assistant reached him and hugged his young master with his affection that he must quiet sure for no one would able to give his only master a perfect attention as himself.

Master, master, perhaps I would break my promise for not loving you…

-To be continue-

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