A/N: This is a reworked version of this chapter. Idk what happened to the old one but it was terribly disgusting

It was the rattling of rusted nails in his head that woke the blonde. His mind was the dusty glass jar, and the rusted nails that would clang against the jar were the source of his pain. The clanging of the rusted nails against the dusty glass jar was the source of the pain in his mind – the sharp clanging against the glass jar in his mind. Deidara had frequent migraines; a gift from his parents' genetics.

The blonde groaned indifferently and got out of his bed; shrugging off the yellow blankets of his black sheets. Deidara wondered if he had been rejecting the notion that yellow was his colour – he would have to think about it before renovating his current sculptures. Beauty, undecipherable faces – and that made it even more beautiful; a burst of art that would die down until it was art no more.

Deidara walked down the hall – the cracking walls and ice-cold wooden floors. He hugged his nightgown closer around himself. Judging from the window in the rather miniscule kitchen; the fluffy clouds fit his mindset.

Dark and cold and alone and sad...

As it had been for a while now – why not wallow in it?

His parents abandoned him – not that the blonde particular cared – his grandmother had 'taken good care' of the blonde. Well, that's what she told her friends at church. The same friends who would praise her as a saint – blissfully unaware of what she really was doing.

"Why don't you get a proper job – one that pays?" His grandmother coughed out after years of smoking. What a shocker from a woman who smoked around 2 packs a day for 20 to 27 years.

Deidara frowned at her, "Why would I give up on a dream that I'm passionate about? Because you feel it's a waste of time?

"Exactly that. It is a waste of time – no one will buy your shitty sculptures. You are not good enough for that. You, Deidara, aren't the new Michelangelo." She hissed.

Deidara kept quiet then, out of sadness; he kept quiet to avoid his frail grandmother from discovering what the blonde had been up to, to get some cash... To afford food and mostly cigarettes.

"I'll get money, okay?" Deidara smiled a perfect smile – but deep inside, down in his black heart... He was barely holding on by the skin of his teeth. Head barely above water – but he'll be okay.

As okay as he could be.

Deidara shook his head; his soft, long blonde hair followed his movement – some strands coming undone. He needed to go back to the store to buy ramen – and he would be sure to get it. Deidara sat on the kitchen counter, drinking his coffee as he waited for Obito to wake up. The black haired man seemed to be re-organising his priorities. At least, that was progress.

Deidara knew all along, that being the bitch had gotten him much further than being the 'bigger' person ever had. He embraced his attitude, sass and rudeness – he didn't come here to make friends. He came here to get a degree. At whatever means necessary – life is a ladder and Deidara would climb that ladder to the very top. Indifferent to the souls he would crush as he continued climbing. Preconceived notions of empathy and kindness would not put money in his pockets.

"Have I ever been in love?"

"No, it doesn't exist."

And there it was – the answer he already knew.

What a sad realisation – Deidara realised and chucked. The problem could be ambiguous – maybe he had... but he didn't know it – he didn't notice it because it was spectral; it was a mythological.

It was just dopamine – a chemical reaction.

The blonde heard the sluggish, dragging footsteps in the hallway – approaching the kitchen. He felt the heat of the kettle – it burned slightly to the touch so Obito could have some.

"Mmm, goo- morning..." Obito spoke in his sluggish morning voice.

Deidara pointed at the kettle to his squatter-friend.

The black haired man mumbled something that sounded like appreciation. He yawned as he, slightly, spilled the water and half-heartedly stirred his coffee He sat down on the rickety chairs at the two-seater of the miniscule dining area. He slowly sipped his coffee.

Deidara stared outside the window – noting the poorly formed snow slowly fall down. They were slow, like fluff from dying angel wings dropping down in fluffs. It was a winter of pessimistic splendour – untouched, pure white cascading gently from the caring – yet somehow spiteful clouds... A teasing from angry gods.

Deidara furrowed his eyes.

He now needed to shiver and suffer through the cold – even his thickest coat would not protect from the arctic cold that would harass him. The chilling breeze would slam into the blonde, his skin would turn slightly red from the cold and his hair would – dramatically – turn into icicles.

Deidara scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I need to go get ready."

"Oh! We have a spare coffee – so knock yourself out!" Deidara made his way to the shower.

The bathroom was lacklustre – if one was to be polite. Sometimes Deidara had to twist the showerhead and wait for a few drops to struggle in release. Once they had he would wait until the spray began. He found an adequate temperature that wouldn't scald nor freeze the blonde. He managed to find the in-between. He washed his hair, conditioned it and tied it in a loose bun as he cleaned the rest of his of his body. Then came the most uncomfortable part – rinsing his hair out with freezing water. It felt like ice water meandering down his body. He shivered as he got out of the shower and dried his body, he then got a second towel

"Obito!" Deidara called from the bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah!" And the slightly taller man retrieved the blonde's blow-dryer and knocked at the door "You decent?"

Deidara rolled his eyes, "Of course I am, I'm not trying to seduce you."

Obito scoffed and entered the bathroom, he plugged the blow-dryer in. He began drying the blonde's hair – almost expertly. Deidara narrowed his eyes, "I'm still amazed at you learned to do that?'

Obito was quick on his feet, "I told you, my friend taught me how."

It wasn't a complete lie – Itachi was still his friend; Deidara just didn't need to know that part. Obito even managed to separate sections of the blonde's thick hair and purposefully made some mistakes to underplay his true expertise. Deidara's hair was long, the locks started to gloss and dry rather quickly.

"Thank yew!" Deidara gushed, he looked at the blonde locks – "Wow you are...kinda, almost, an expert." He teased.

"Where are you... off to?" Obito yawned.

"I have to get the ramen I forgot to get yesterday" Deidara inspected his hair.

"It's an in and out thing" Obito commented, "You don't have to try so much.

Deidara didn't take his eyes off the mirror, "We don't have to look like our problems." Deidara whispered. He did try to look good – that was, after all, all he had going for him.

"Mhm, tru..." Obito yawned and Deidara smacked his arm.

"You can return to death sleep, but when I get back – I need you to unlock and let me back in. Drink some coffee – I won't be long." Deidara spoke while tying his hair up in its usual style – a long section of blonde hair escaped, covering his right eye while the rest was tied in its regular high ponytail.

Deidara threw on some random clothes – unbothered by his old fashion. He exited the house and started his ancient, decrepit car – he didn't care. If it got him from point A and back to point B, then it ultimately didn't matter.

He arrived at the store sluggishly slowly – probably because it was snowing rather heavily – the blonde skidded slightly but manoeuvred almost expertly into a parking spot... barely missing a nearby car.

He jumped out to avoid getting too cold and all but dashed back into the store; he then shimmied to the ramen section which adorned several seasonings and new containers. He huffed angrily. And so he checked each carefully – inspecting what was in them. He finally found one that both he and Obito  both ate.

I'm a vegetarian – Obito had said.

"Tough luck bitch" Deidara whispered.

He turned sharply and began walking around the stocking ladder.

"I knew you were bat shit insane."

Deidara turned around sharply seeking for the idiot who had the death-wish to insult him. No one was there...

"Up here, dumbass." Hidan scowled

Deidara looked up the ladder and there was the disgusting, silver-haired creature stocking the stalls.

The small blonde smiled gleefully, "Please tell me you were demoted!" Deidara smile grew wide.

Hidan huffed, "No, I offered." The smallest hint – so incredibly small a microscope would be needed – of gentleness. Perhaps he was looking for comfort, perhaps he was sulking.

It was quiet for a bit, this was a new side of the man who was a clenched fist with hair.

"Okay, well you do-" Deidara motioned vaguely with his hands, "that – I'm gonna go!" Deidara, turned and began skipping.

"You are so fucking impatient" Hidan hissed and quickly caught up to Deidara; he snatched the ramen from Deidara's frozen hands. He then headed to his counter Deidara followed in confusion.

What is going on? Am I about to have a seizure?

Hidan sat at this chair and tried to scan the item, but there was no beep to indicate the item had been scanned, "Fucktastic, I have to enter the barcode manually."

"Hidan I want to go home" The blonde hissed.

"By ALL means – come scan it yourself."

"Ugh!" Deidara groaned in impatience. It was blisteringly cold outside and the trek to his car would surely turn his skin blue from frostbite.

Hidan tapped away at the keyboard when there was a buzz and the lighting in the store went out – some random people screamed in panicked unison.

"How terrible it must be to be without electricity for five minutes" Deidara scoffed in irritation at the privilege – how very terrible to be inconvenienced.

The store was pitch black – owed to both the black out windows and fluffy snow clouds blocking the desperate sun. It was as dark as night – and would have been without the bustling, panicked footsteps. Deidara couldn't see anything, he couldn't see what was in front of him, nor to his left or right.

Pitch black.

"Well, you're in the dark with me..." Hidan spoke sinisterly; referring to Deidara's prior comment about the dark.

"And I am so scared" Deidara waited in his exact spot – the electricity would come back soon.

"So you aren't scared?" Deidara heard the odd curiosity in the taller man's voice.

"I am not." Deidara answered easily as he waited patiently for the store to light back up.

He jumped slightly when there was a whisper in his ear from behind. Deidara froze for a minute – but not in fear, "You sure?" Hidan asked softly in Deidara's ear.

"Your breathing picked up a little bit" Hidan noted behind Deidara – a caressing airy aroma of his hair. It was clean and fresh.

"Because it's dark." Deidara answered – his voice shaking slightly.

Deidara felt Hidan's hand on his clothed chest, "Your heart is beating so fast... You sure you're not scared, sweetheart." Hidan whispered into Deidara's ear. Deidara shivered slightly at Hidan's voice. Despite the darkness – the store seemed to warm up in atmosphere, Deidara's cheeks and the delicious danger in the air.

I am not blushing.

Deidara felt Hidan part some of his hair to the side and felt the silver-haired man's lip travel up Deidara's neck slowly. Deidara's breath picked up slightly again before he swallowed it and gained control.

Hidan felt the slightest change in posture and in teasing instinct he placed his hand on Deidara's clothed waist – this elicited a complete gasp from the shorter blonde.

"So your...new tactic...is to be nice to scare" Deidara huffed out – trying to figure out Hidan's strategy.

"Well, is it working?" Hidan inhaled the top of Deidara's hair.

"I-its not." Deidara spoke, trying to regaining control.

"Maybe if I do this, it'll work" Hidan placed his lips on Deidara's neck for a split second but he stepped back as the power was restored with the generator. Hidan looked up at the lights.

"Scan my items – I want to go" Deidara spoke, trying to remove the flushed look on his face.

Hidan was smug, "Of course." And he returned to his counter to scan the ramen.

"Will that be all?" Hidan smiled like a maniac.

"Y-yes, here's the total" Deidara put the exact amount on the counter – blushing yet looking calm. He then began leaving.

"What about? 'Have a terrible day'!" Hidan teased out after Deidara who had already left the doors – his heart thumping harshly and his cheeks slightly pink.

What the fresh fuck was that about?

He's teasing you.

I can play that game too.

A/N: I stan these two, they're the best😂 SasoDei? Sorry, idk her.