Summary: Deidara, poor and unpopular, is crushing on the perfect guy; Sasori Akasuna. Problem is, Sasori is the richest, hottest, and most popular guy in school. Not to mention that everyone, including Sasori, hates Deidara's guts. Deidara's heart is failing and he has less than six months to live. Surgery could save his life, but it's expensive and risky. Besides, why would he want to save himself if no one else wants him around? Can he get a kiss from his love before his time is up?

I've edited all the mistakes, so hopefully it'll be better now. Enjoy!


Can You See Me?

"Book? Check. Pencils? Check. Notebook? Check. Folder? Check. Backpack? Check. Dairy? Check. Looks like I have everything, un."

Deidara walked out the door; shutting and locking it behind him. He pulled his jacket tighter around him, walked down the steps in front of his small home, and began his difficult walk to school. It was the middle of December, and the weather was not being kind.


Sasori slammed his fist down on the buzzing alarm clock and groggily climbed out of bed. He brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his hair before throwing on some clothes. He went downstairs and grabbed a piece of toast to eat on the way to school. Grabbing his back pack and slinging it over his shoulder, he exited the house. He didn't bother to lock the door since Chiyo hadn't left yet. Sasori threw his black backpack into the back of his Jaguar. He climbed into the front seat and started the car; pulling out of the driveway and heading off to school.


A/N: I know I'll forget later, so I'll add it now. Deidara is 16 and Sasori is 17, they're both Juniors. Deidara is supposed to be a Sophomore, but was promoted a grade because he's so smart.


Deidara sketched quietly, every now and then glancing out the window at the beautiful frosted scenery. He was currently sitting in an empty classroom. Class would start in roughly ten minutes, but he liked getting here early to beat the crowd and sketch.

Deidara loved to sketch and sculpt. He found birds to be very good subjects. They were pretty, sleek, and weren't cruel to him like people. People, the one thing Deidara hated most; except for one. Sasori Akasuna, the richest and most popular guy in school. He was a heartthrob; every girl wanted to date him. Deidara sighed, thinking of his crush.

A few months earlier, Deidara had found out from the doctors that his heart was failing and he only had a short time to live. Five months and twenty-nine days as of today. It would only be a few weeks before summer break when he died. Surgery was an option, but it was expensive and risky.

Deidara decided that in his final few days, he would kiss Sasori on the lips (his first kiss), and then stay home for the rest of his days. Of course, there was the issue of getting away from Sasori after kissing him. Sasori and his gang, along with everyone else in school, hated him. He was poor and unpopular. If he was to kiss Sasori, he would most definably be beaten within an inch of his life, or even killed. He didn't want Sasori to get in trouble or go to jail over someone as unimportant as himself. Deidara sighed again, this time from sadness. No one wanted him around, that's just one of the reasons he was so accepting of his imminent death.

The bell sounded and students began wondering into their classrooms. People sat on desks and chatted with friends until the second bell sounded. Some students left to go to their actual room and others sat down in their seats. The last bell sounded a minute later and everyone was in their seats. (A/N: In my school, we have a system. 1st bell releases you from your previous class to go to the next. We have five minutes to get to class. 2nd bell means you have one minute left. 3rd is the final. If you come in after that bell, you're tardy.)

Though his heart was failing him, Deidara's senses were pretty sharp. He completely ignored the cruel whispers that they didn't think he could hear. Ignored the strange glances and hushed words. Sometimes he wanted to tell them that he was dieing, show them the paper work and make them realize how cruel they were being. Then, they'd be nice to him. But he hated pity, and that's all they would ever give him. They would pity him, and then feel guilty and bad for themselves for picking on him so much, and that is not what he wanted. So he ignored them. Ignored them since he had less than six months until he would never have to see any of these idiots ever again.

Deidara couldn't help but become slightly saddened at the last thought. 'If I die, I'll never see Sasori-Danna again…' He'd never call him Danna to his face, Sasori might get angry then. He always called him Sasori-sama in hopes that this would sustain his ego and he wouldn't get such a bad beating.

Glancing to his right, Deidara watched Sasori with the corner of his eye as he joked with friends a few rows over. Sasori was looking just as sexy and wonderful as always. Deidara wished so badly that Sasori could be kind to him for just one day, but he knew he'd never get his wish. He wished even more so that Sasori could love him, but the chances of that were 0.0000000000001 out of a million. In other words, not gonna happen.

The teacher finally came in and began passing out worksheets. Deidara took his and finished it in less than ten minutes. Math was always Deidara's strong point. Other's worked until the end of the hour and a few had homework.


Today had been another boring day. They had succeeded in dumping Deidara's tray at lunch and tripping him several times in the hallway. Sasori chuckled slightly at the memory. Deidara had fallen on his hands and knees and looked so upset. He had even scored a nice view of the boy's hot a- Sasori stopped and slapped himself. He did not just think that Deidara's ass was hot. No, no he didn't. …Well, maybe kind of, but only because Deidara looked like a girl. Yes, that was it, he looked like a girl, and Sasori liked girls. Yes, only girls and nothing else.

Sasori continued walking. A teacher had talked to him about some missing assignments and now all he wanted to do was get home. Walking by the art room, he stopped when he thought he heard singing. He carefully peeked around the door and saw Deidara working on a painting. A very nice painting. The paintings Deidara worked on in class were never that good! 'That little bastard has been hiding his real paintings from us!'

Sasori felt his temper flare and was going to go trash the lovely painting, but two things stopped him. One, he loved art and was not going to destroy something as beautiful as the painting Deidara was working on. Two, Deidara started singing again.

This was an accident
Not the kind where sirens sound
Never even noticed
We're suddenly crumbling

He'd heard that song before. It was a nice song and was originally sung by a woman, but Deidara's voice was so soft and feminine, that it really sounded good.

Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense

Sasori listened quietly. Deidara's voice was so… soothing. He watched and listened from his spot outside the door while the blond painted and sang.

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around

Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely I
Wish that you could show me love

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til you open the door

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til it's inside my pores

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more

Sasori chuckled slightly; Deidara was very good at this. 'I think I'll wait until he's finished to bother him.'

Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurrences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around

Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense

You play games, I play tricks
Girls and girls, but you're the one
Like a game of pick-up-sticks
Played by fucking lunatics

Sasori's eyes widened. He'd never heard Deidara curse before; he never thought Deidara was capable!

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til you open the door

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til it's inside my pores

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more

Show me love, show me love, give me all that I want
Show me love, show me love, give me all that I want
Show me love, show me love, give me all that I want
Show me love, show me love, 'Til I'm screaming for more

Sasori took a step inside as Deidara finished his singing. "That was nice." Deidara whirled around; dropping his paints and paintbrush. He had the most horrified look on his face. "Y-you h-heard that?" Sasori smirked and took a few steps closer. "Yes, yes I did. It was nice. Why didn't you ever tell us you could sing so nicely?" Deidara looked close to tears. 'He doesn't want anyone to know. I think I can make use of this.' "I'll tell you what; I won't tell anyone, but you have to do something for me first."

Deidara flinched. "Get away from me." Sasori's smirk widened as he took a few steps closer. "Stay back!" A few more steps. "Stop it!" Sasori moved until he was less than a foot away from the young boy. "Get away!" Deidara shoved past him; grabbing his backpack and running out the door.

Sasori laughed, boy would he have some nice gossip to spread around tomorrow. He was about to leave when he noticed a book on the floor. He picked it up. "Deidara's Dairy. It must have fallen out of his backpack… Finder's keepers." Sasori chucked darkly. He'd read it tonight and tomorrow show to everyone. 'A wonderful ending to a boring day.' He put the dairy in his back pack and made his way home, quite pleased with himself.


November 20th

The doctors say I only have about seven months to live. My heart's failing from being stressed and overworked since it was already weak to begin with. When he asked, I told him I did a lot of manual labor. I'm pretty small, so I don't think he believes me, but I can't tell him that I'm bullied and beaten everyday. I don't want Sasori to get in trouble, I love him.

I can get an operation, but it's really expensive. I'd need a heart transplant. Even if I could come up with the money, it's risky. If something goes wrong, I'll either die, or have to pay more to get another surgery. I don't feel like putting money in an already rich doctor's hands for my sake. I'm basically a burden to the world, it would probably be better if I were gone anyway. I don't think I'll tell anyone, I hate pity. I don't think highly of myself, so I don't want others treating me like I'm worth something. It would be too weird.

I'll go to school like normal and won't say a thing. It's better that way.

Death clock: Six months, two weeks.

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November 22nd

Sasori was looking very nice today. He was wearing a tuxedo for picture day. I don't usually dress nice for picture day; I don't have any nice clothes anyways. I wish I could tell him how I feel, but I know he'd kill me (like that really matters anymore) or humiliate me in front of everyone.

The winter dance is coming up in about a month. I'd like to go, but like I said before, I don't have any nice clothes. Besides, no one wants me there anyway. The only reason I'd go would be to see Sasori all dressed up. Ugh, why does he have to be so hot?!

I know I'm not attractive in any way, but this one time, a little girl called me a "pretty lady". I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not, but I sometimes wonder if anyone else thinks that too. Ha! Yeah right. Who am I kidding? I'm so useless and unattractive that my parents didn't even want me! They pushed me out of the car and drove off. I feel so unloved. I wish Sasori would love me…

Death clock: Six months, five days


Deidara searched franticly for his dairy. He dug through his backpack and room six times, but still no diary. 'I know I took it to school today! Did I leave it there? No, I couldn't have… Unless… I was writing in it before I started painting, then Sasori came in. I must have left it in the art room! God, I hope no one has found it…'

Later that night, Deidara had a fitful sleep; having awful nightmares about Sasori reading his diary and calling him sick and disgusting.


Sasori barely had enough strength to turn his alarm clock off. He had had nightmares all night about Deidara; mostly consisting of the poor boy dieing alone and in pain. Sasori decided that it was time he be nicer to the boy. However, it seemed Deidara hated pity; he was going to have to go about this very carefully, but one way or another, he was going to get Deidara that surgery.


Deidara sat sadly at his desk. He hadn't found his diary in the art room or anywhere along the hallway, meaning someone had taken it, and most likely read it. Deidara wanted to do nothing but cry. His heart sank lower in his chest when he saw Sasori walk quietly into the otherwise empty classroom, a sad look on his face. He walked quickly to Deidara and handed him his diary. There was a long, awkward silence. "… You read it, didn't you, un?"

"… Yeah…"

"How much?"

"… All of it…"

"… I hate you…" Sasori looked up from the floor and directly at Deidara. "No you don't, you love me." Deidara quickly stood and slapped Sasori hard across the face. "I hate you!"

Sasori stood, stunned, while Deidara quickly walked past him. He turned and caught up with Deidara as he was leaving the room; grabbing his wrist. "Where are you going?!" Deidara turned and gave him a nasty glare, "Home!" He spat.

"You can't leave! It's about to snow! You could die!"

"So?! I'm going to die anyway! Leave me alone!"

"No! You're being stupid! If you wanna go home at least let me drive you!"

"No way! Get away from me!"

Sasori did the only thing he could think of, he pulled Deidara into a tight embrace. Not even Sasori knew why he was doing it, but it felt right. Deidara struggled violently; pushing and pulling, scratching at Sasori's chest, kicking, and calling Sasori every name he could think of, but Sasori was much stronger than he was. In the end, Deidara settled for simply clinging to the red-haired boy and sobbing into his chest. It was pretty early, there were no students and few teachers, so Sasori didn't worry about anyone walking in on the scene, and, he realized, that he wouldn't really care if someone did. "Hey, it's kinda cold in here," he said softly. "Why don't we go sit out in my car and talk, huh?" Deidara sniffled, but nodded.


They sat in the backseat of Sasori's Jaguar, Sasori stretched out with his back against the door, and Deidara lying in his lap grudgingly. Sasori had decided that to warm up quicker, they should use body heat (that's what he tells himself the reason is anyway) and attempted to pull Deidara into his lap. That didn't go so well. He had won, and Deidara was now seated in his lap with Sasori's arms around him, but the red head now had to come up with an excuse for the three bloody scratches on his left cheek. Who knew Deidara's nails were that sharp?

They had been talking for a few minutes now, but so far, no progress.

"Please let me pay for the surgery?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"I-"

"No."

"Dei-"

"No."

"Let me speak! I wanna pay dammit!"

"No!"

"Go willingly or I will knock you out and drag you to that hospital!"

"Let go of me! I want to go home!"

"Why won't you let me pay?!"

"Because I'm not worth a hundred thousand dollars!"

"You are to me!"

"You lying bastard!!"

Deidara began struggling once again. True, he was in heaven while Sasori was holding him, but he was not going to be pitied or taken advantage of.

"Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself!"

"I wouldn't if you'd just let go!"

Sasori finally complied and let go. Deidara moved to the other side of the vehicle and tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Let me out!"

"It's barely twenty degrees! You can't walk home in this!"

"I'm not. I want to go to class, which starts in about fifteen minutes. Don't you think we should go before people see us in your car?"

Sasori paused, 'He has a point. That would look rather odd.' Sasori unlocked the car and they both got out. They went back into the school building and Deidara went to class to sit in his normal seat. Sasori followed after him and took a seat next to the blonde.

"Deidara, please, let me pay for that surgery."

"No."

"Then at least let me take you to dinner and a movie tomorrow."

"No! Why can't you just leave me alone?!"

"Because I want to take you on a date!"

Deidara was stunned at the word "date", but held his ground. "No!"

"… Fine, I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven."

"What?! I said no!"

"Too bad. I'm taking you on a date. Deal with it."

"… I hate you."

"Love you too, koi."

That comment earned him yet another injury he'd have to find a way to explain to his friends.


The song is "Show Me Love" by T.A.T.U. I hope you like it! The second chappie will be up soon.