I had started writing this chapter during August, but then there was a problem with my iPod and everything I wrote was gone. So I had to re-write everything. The beginning was much better when I wrote it before, but this will have to do. I'm not sure what I think of the first two parts of this chapter, but I really like the third. I was also working on fixing the old chapters so that's been taking a lot of time.
My senior year also just started so I had no time to write. I've basically been looking at colleges and doing school work all month.
There is something I felt the need to address. A couple reviews mentioned that I take too long with updates. The said I take a half a year to add chapters. I know I sometimes take awhile, but it has never ever been that long. I looked back and found all the dates I posted (December 27, 2012. January 14th. February 6th and 12th. March 3rd, 11th, 12th, 13th, and 31st. May 3rd and 31st. July 15th. and August 12th). As you can see the only months I posted nothing were April and June, and that was only because I had a lot of testing and trips.
I was also asked if I could set deadlines for myself, but there is no way I could do that. I would never be able to make the date and then you guys would be mad at me. What I can promise is that I will TRY to post at least one chapter a month. I will strive to post more than one, but I may not be able to. The only reason I would not be able to post in a whole month is because of school work, but even then the next chapter with probably be out soon after that.
I promise I will never give up on this story. I have many plans for it. I hope you continue to keep reading it.
Now let's get in with our tale...
Thanksgiving break finally came around. Deidara and Ino were very excited because they always got to spend most of the break with their mom. Her job was to go around to various stores for a certain company to make sure they lived up to the business' standards. Because of her many trips, she was rarely ever home. When she was, she was still doing work. Thanksgiving was one of the few times during the year that she was home, and she was also able to spend all her time with her two children. They missed their mom a lot, but they knew she only accepted that stressful job so that she could give Deidara and Ino everything they wanted. Deidara's art supplies and Ino's phone bills weren't that cheap.
The family was preparing for their Thanksgiving dinner. Deidara did most of the cooking because he was so used to it. His mom helped him with the smaller items. Ino set up the table and made the dessert.
When everything was done, they all sat down at the table. Ino had left her cell phone in her room, because she didn't want any of her friends to interrupt her time with her mother.
"So," Deidara's mom said while they were eating, "How has your senior year been, Deidara? You haven't told me very much over the phone."
He shrugged, "It's fine. I'm doing good in all my classes, hmmm."
"That's good," she said, "How about art? I remember at the beginning of the year you said there was a new teacher. Has he gotten any better?"
Deidara had to resist the urge to smile at the thought of Sasori, "Ya it's better. He's not a jerk anymore."
"I hope so, because art is probably your most important class this year. You need to get prepared for college," she said, "maybe I should talk to him sometime. He may know some good was to prepare for your major."
Deidara blushed, and he prayed his mom wouldn't notice his odd reaction, "You don't need to worry about that. I know you're really busy, and he's already helping me with that stuff."
She frowned slightly and sighed, "I've barely gotten to do anything with you kids in the past few years. I know this job pays good money, and since I'm a single mother now, it seemed like a good idea. I'm able to make a good amount of money, but it's so hard being away from you kids. I miss being involved with your school work. This is your last year, Deidara, and I want to be a part of it as much as I can."
Deidara bit his lip. He knew that it was best for his mom not to have any contact with Sasori. He didn't know how he would react if all three of them were in the same room, but he missed his mom a lot. It would mean a lot to him if she was able to stay home a bit more in order to help Deidara with college.
He gave her a small smile, "The parent-teacher conferences are in January. I'm sure he'd be happy to meet you."
His mom seemed very happy to hear that. She smiled at him.
"I'd love to go," she said. She stood up and went to the kitchen to get more food.
"Isn't that going to be kind of weird?" Ino whispered to Deidara.
Deidara sighed, "I hope not."
Sasori didn't share Deidara's love of seeing family on Thanksgiving. If it was up to him, he would stay home, but Chiyo would never allow that. Every year she forced him to go with her to their family's dinner in Sunagakure. It was a very long journey to get there. He had to drive for four hours while Chiyo continued to talk about unimportant things. He zoned out for the entire time. When they finally arrived, everyone was busy preparing the dinner. Then they would welcome Chiyo and Sasori, and ask them questions about how they have been. Then dinner would finally start. He sat quietly at the table while he watched his family eat their dinner. He examined each of his family members.
His uncle was the mayor of the city. He was a strict, mean looking man. Sasori never liked him, even when he was a kid. His uncle had three kids. Temari was the oldest. She was the same age as Sasori, but they weren't very close. That was mostly because Sasori was so antisocial. She worked for the government like her father and traveled between different cities to check on their relations.
The middle child was Kankuro. He was in college. When the boy was younger, Sasori didn't have a problem with him. Kankuro liked his puppet work and said he wanted to be like Sasori when he grew up. But when he got older, he started making fun of Sasori's work. He would tell Sasori that his puppets weren't that special, and the ones he was making were much better. His attitude really pissed Sasori off.
The youngest one was Gaara. Sasori wasn't close to him either, but he had a lot more in common with the young high school student than he did the other siblings. They both had the same red hair and were very anti-social. Gaara never spoke much. He watched other people and listened to their conversations. From what Sasori had heard, Gaara was actually a bright kid. He was interested in politics like his father, but Sasori didn't know how he would be a leader if he wasn't good at public speaking.
"Sasori," his uncle said, "How are you settling in at your new job?"
Sasori shrugged, "It's fine. It has gotten a lot better since the beginning of the year."
"I can't believe you're an art teacher," Kankuro said, "I thought you hated any art that wasn't your own."
"I never said that. I have my own beliefs but I still respect other peoples' ideas," Sasori said.
"Well you haven't gotten very far with your art, and it's been several years" his uncle said, "Maybe it's time to look for a new career, something more stable."
Sasori tensed slightly. He hated the thought of giving up on his art, and he did not like it when people who had no understanding of his talent tried to tell him what to do.
"That's not true," Chiyo said, trying to defend her grandson, "He has a huge art show next month. They are dedicating a whole exhibit to him."
His uncle raised an eye brow, "Really? That sounds interesting."
Sasori nodded, "It will be, and I'm positive my art will only get more famous as time goes on."
"Even so, you need to think of settling down," his uncle insisted, "You're going to be thirty in a couple of years. You need to focus on keeping a steady job and finding a wife so you can start your family."
Sasori frowned, "Who says I want to get married?"
"Don't tell Sasori to get married, Dad," Kankuro said, "Think how much that poor girl would have to suffer if she had to live with a jerk like him."
"Be quiet," Chiyo said, "Sasori is a handsome young man. He could have any young girl he wanted. He just needs to be a bit more kinder."
"I doubt it," Kankuro said, "He is too much of an asshole."
Sasori sighed out of frustration, "For your information, I am seeing someone right now."
Sasori instantly regretting saying those words when everyone at the table, except Gaara because he couldn't care less, looked surprised.
"You have a girlfriend?" Chiyo asked, "Why didn't you tell me? Every time I call you and ask what is new in your life, you didn't think to tell me that you were dating someone?"
"It's not important," Sasori said, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible, "Just forget about it."
"What's her name?" Kankuro asked.
"None of your business," Sasori said, glaring at him.
Kankuro smirked, "I bet you're just lying. You don't want us to know that you can get anyone to love a prick like you."
"No, it's just none of your business," Sasori repeated.
His uncle sighed, "Just take care of yourself, Sasori. Remember that it is good to follow your dreams, but you must also be responsible when it comes to making a living for yourself and anyone you may be with."
Sasori grumbled, "I'll be careful."
Deidara's mother went back to work the Saturday after Thanksgiving. He was very glad he had gotten to spend so much time with her. Now that he was finished with his family time, he could see Sasori again.
Sasori had invited Deidara to come to his house. Sasori needed to get his puppets packed up so he could send them to the museum. Deidara was more than happy to help. He was also excited to see where his boyfriend lived.
Deidara arrived at the house at noon. He knocked on the door, and Sasori answered.
"Hi," he said, smiling, "Thanks for coming over."
Deidara smiled back, "No problems. I can't wait to see your place, hmmm."
"It isn't anything special, but I'm happy to have you here," Sasori said.
Sasori stepped aside, and Deidara entered the house. It looked very plain and neat. It looked extremely clean considering and artist lived there.
"So where are the puppets?" He asked.
"In the back room," Sasori said.
He started walking to another room. Deidara followed him. Inside the room there were puppets from wall to wall. Some were in boxes and some were hanging up.
"Wow," Deidara said, "I didn't know you had this many puppets."
"I've been making puppets since I was a little kid," Sasori said, "And I've never gotten rid of any of them. That's why there are so many."
Deidara nodded, "Well we should see which ones you want to send to the museum."
Sasori nodded too. They both started looking at the different puppets. Deidara was impressed at how well they were all crafted. Even the ones Sasori made as a kid were amazing.
After about an hour, they had packed up twenty puppets of all different sizes. When they were done, Deidara hugged and kissed Sasori.
"I can't believe how talented you are," he said, smiling, "You're such a great artist."
Sasori smiled back, "Thank you. I'm glad you like my work."
Deidara looked around the room again, "Should we pick out anymore?"
"No I think twenty is fine," Sasori said, "I'm going to be run the bathroom."
Deidara nodded and then Sasori left the room. Deidara started looking around the house while Sasori was gone. Most of the how was as clean as the front rooms were. There weren't any photographs or decorations anywhere to be seen. Deidara thought that was strange, but he knew Sasori didn't have a good childhood.
He came across another room. He tried to open it, but the door was locked. He frowned and tried to find the key. There was a small tear in the carpet. He lifted the fabric up, and a key was there. The key fit the door, and he peeked inside.
The room barley had any light going into it. The only light source was the hallway light and sunlight that slipped through the dark curtains. Deidara felt around on the wall and found a light switch. When the room was filled with light, he could see why the door had been locked.
The only items inside the room were two large puppets laid down on a table. A small layer of dust covered them. It was obvious that the puppets hadn't left that spot for awhile. Deidara approached the two puppets. They were the first puppets Sasori ever made, the mother and father puppets.
Deidara traced his finger over the wood. He was completely entranced by the work. All of Sasori's puppets were perfect, but these two were more than that. These puppets held so much emotion and sadness in them. He could almost feel the pain Sasori had felt as a little boy when he had tried to recreate his parents.
"What are you doing?" Deidara heard Sasori say from behind him.
Deidara jumped and turned around, "I...I..."
"This room was locked," Sasori said. He didn't seem mad that Deidara was in there, but he also didn't seem happy either.
"I-I unlocked it," Deidara said, feeling very guilty, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I just usually don't let many people see them," Sasori said.
He stood next to Deidara and looked down at the copies of his mother and father. He had a solemn expression on his face. Deidara watched Sasori as he looked.
"Are you okay, hmmm?" Deidara asked.
Sasori seemed to snap out of a trance as he looked up at Deidara, "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
Deidara hesitated. He didn't know what he should say to his boyfriend. Sasori never liked to talk about his past, but Deidara knew that deep down, Sasori was suffering.
"D-do they look a lot like your parents?" Deidara asked.
"I guess so," Sasori said, "Besides the color, they look like exact copies, but they can never be perfect. They will never be my parents."
Deidara nodded, "I think they're incredible. Your parents would be proud of who you've become."
"I doubt it," Sasori said, "I've been an asshole my whole life. I pushed away the rest of my family and only focused on my art. I thought that would make me happy, but it didn't. I was missing something."
"What's that?" Deidara asked.
Sasori gave Deidara a small smile and held his hand, "You. You are what I need to be happy."
Deidara blushed and smiled, "Thanks."
Sasori kissed him, "You're welcome."
Deidara kissed him back. He looked back at the puppets.
"Sasori...do you think we can add your parent puppets to the exhibit?" He asked.
Sasori looked shocked by the question, "Why would we need to do that? No one needs to see them."
"Because these puppets are by far the best you have ever created," Deidara said, "There is so much emotion behind them."
Sasori said, "Absolutely not. They are only for me. I didn't create them so other could stare and critic them."
"But they aren't doing any good by staying locked in this room," Deidara said.
"I-I don't know if I can handle it," Sasori said, looking very sad as he looked at the puppets, "They are my parents."
"No," Deidara said, "They aren't your parents. They are just puppets that look like them. You put all your sadness and problems into these puppets, but then you locked them away. It's kinda weird but this house is almost like you. It looks strict and clean in all the noticeable spots, but then you put all your troubles into one room and lock them away so no one can ever see. I know it isn't easy to forget the past, but you need to let it go. Your parents would want you to be happy. They would want you to be nice to your family again and focus on other people besides just me."
Sasori once again was surprised by the words that came out of Deidara's mouth. This boy was only 17, but he could see all the pain Sasori had been keeping inside himself for years.
Deidara felt nervous when he was done speaking. He didn't know if Sasori would be mad at him for saying that. He knew that he had to say it, but he didn't want Sasori to get mad at him. It was Deidara's turned to be surprised when Sasori kissed him passionately. Deidara slowly melted into the kiss. When their lips parted, Sasori gave Deidara a smile.
"I love you so much, Deidara," Sasori said, "I don't know how I survived all these years without you."
Deidara smiled and hugged him, "I love you too."
Sasori smiled and gently stroked Deidara's long hair, "I guess we could add the puppets to the exhibit. It's not doing them any good to be collecting dust."
Deidara grinned, "Really? Are you ready for that?"
Sasori nodded, "As long as you are with me, I can do anything. I don't need to be afraid of my past anymore."
Deidara nodded, "I'll never leave you, Sasori. I'd do anything to help you."
Sasori glanced down at the key Deidara was still holding and smiled to himself. He had never let anyone else into his world since his parents died, but Deidara had somehow managed to find the key and save him.
By the way I totally did not plan the whole "Sasori and his house have similarities" thing. I just started writing it, and after the chapter was done, I noticed the similarities so I wrote more to it.
What did you think. Please leave a review so I can know. The next chapter with be up very soon, and it should have some...'fun' moments *wink wink*