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“You forgot your ticket? You FORGOT It?!”
“I’m sorry Danna, but you should know I don’t remember stuff!”
Two teenagers were bickering angrily in a extremely crowded airport lounge. Passers by were giving them cautious  looks—or a strange looks of amusement as they laughed at the sight of them arguing. Sasori had decided to take Deidara with him to France after all; so here they both were, on the 18th of January.

The blond shot his boyfriend a miffed look. “And, for the record, Danna--- I did Not Forget it, un.”
Sasori just raised his eyebrows in the pause that followed.
“I lost it, un. There is a difference, un.”

“That’s worse!” Sasori exploded, causing a gaggle of O.A.P’s to avert the attention to him. He distinctively heard one of them say “That redhead’s a fiery one.” He wrinkled his nose in annoyance, but Deidara just snorted smugly.

“You won’t laugh when you realise that because you’ve left your ticket, brat, that you won’t be able to go to France.” The Puppeteer told the blond spitefully. Yeah- he was calling Deidara a brat, but his sentence had just a hint of brat within it. Who cares. Sasori was annoyed. He was allowed.

“I am not a brat.” Deidara told him crossing his arms. “And I can just see if there is any spare seats on the plane, un. No big deal, Danna. But what is the big deal is that you called me a brat, un.”

Sasori mulled this thought over in his mind for a moment, as they sat in the blue chairs of the departure lounge. The sculptor had a good idea, for once. Surely there must be some people who didn’t show up? And if not, well , He could just pay for one. God knows he was loaded enough.

Oh, so now we were discussing battiness, then?
“Fine—you aren’t a brat” Sasori grudgingly admitted, partly because he knew Deidara was right and he didn’t want to admit to it, and secondly because getting on the blond’s bad side right now wouldn’t really be enjoyable; especially as they were going to be spending a weekend in Paris together.
“But you have got to try and admit that losing your ticket is a pretty stupid thing to do.”

Deidara laughed. “Well yeah—I’m stupid, everyone knows that, un. But being thick doesn’t make me a brat, un.”

Sasori didn’t want to reply, so he just nodded. He reached out and took hold of the sculptor’s right hand, hoping that this gesture would have to do as a apology for calling him a brat. He didn’t want to say it verbally, now did he?

Deidara felt all warm and fuzzy when Sasori took his hand. He also felt victorious, because he reckoned this was the redhead’s subtle way of saying sorry. Yes---Sasori wasn’t going to be a bitch anymore! The blond inwardly giggled when he realised that, by reading certain meanings of gestures, he had grown to know Sasori even better.

The blond squeezed Sasori’s back, and got brave enough to lean over and give him a kiss. Deidara wasn’t sure whether he should go for the cheek or lips, but decided on the lips when he thought about how he would turn the non smiling expression into that of a radiant one.

“Mister Iwa, this is the only available ticket left.”  The airport staff member smiled at him. Deidara gave her the money, and turned away looking intently at the ticket.
He walked over to Sasori, who standing outside the entrance to the plane, holding out a sandwich for the blond.
“What seat number is it, Deidara?”  He asked amiably.

“J-14” He replied, and then pulled a face. “That’s acres away form you, un!” He began to munch on his sandwich, possibly as comfort food.
Sasori placed a comforting arm around the sculptor. “Not acres, but I think you are in business class, while I’m in first class.”

They walked together into that little aisle thingy that takes you into the plane. Sasori was quite nervous. He had never been on a plane before, so he didn’t know what to expect. He wasn’t nervous enough to go into, say, a panic attack, but just sufficient to go a little quieter. The blond was anxious about the person he would have to sit next to. What if they were a creep?

The sculptor said bye to his danna  quickly, staring after him for a moment. Ah...
Blue orbs turned to look at the seat he was designated to. Lucky, the thought with a grin, that its neighbouring chair wasn’t occupied yet He chose the window seat, so he could pretend he was flying on a large bird, looking downwards over the mountains and land as it flew onwards to France. Well. He intended to.

Unfortunately, his neighbour arrived---a scruffy looking man with a twitchy eye.
“He-he-hello. You my seat, next to –person, right, right?” He asked, sitting himself down. It soon surmised that the man’s eyes weren’t the only things that were jumpy. The guy seemed to have a nervous habit of a tremble. The blond decided to nickname him twitchy guy.

“So-so...it’s us on this plane for...14 hours, huh...?” He said. “Lets see if i can hold my breath for the journey...then. Or score with one of the airhostess. Fine...fine creatures, they are. They lay eggs, you-you know.”
Deidara’s mouth just hung open.

Sasori didn’t really seem to be having much luck with his passenger either. Depite being in first class, something he wasn’t used and probably never would be, he was companied by the most riducoulus woman.

“Well, darling, I’ve just come back from Tokyo to return to my dearly loved estate on the posh side of Paris. I don’t think you will know where it is, being a...native Japanese such as yourself.” Her Japanese was drenched in French accent.
Sasori just raised an eyebrow.

“Well, of course you’re just a young boy! How old are you, 12? You wouldn’t know my estate. Do you even know who I am, either?”

“I’m seventeen.” Sasori said through gritted teeth, wishing desperately he could turn this insufferable person into a puppet. Or better---just kill her, so then her pompous wouldn’t show in his beloved creations. “And no, lady, I haven’t an idea who you are.”
“I never!” She exclaimed, whipping into her bag. “You should be taught some manners! Treat your elders with respect!” She sniffed at him.
The artistic duo had only been on the plane fifteen minutes and already wanted to tear their hair out.

11:45 pm, 13 hours and 15 minutes of the flight left.
Deidara became happy when it was takeoff. He always loved this bit of flying, the soaring into the sky. He tried to not let the fact that twitchy guy was practically bouncing up and down in his seat spoil the moment. At least he could hide behind his fringe.

Sasori really, really, really didn’t enjoy take-off. It was worse enough already, what with him coming to the assumption that he didn’t like planes after all---but Posh woman didn’t like take off either. Being a show-off herself, maybe it seemed natural to show off her dislike. Whether it was necessary to crush the redhead’s hand, which she had grabbed unexpectedly, to use as a sort stress ball.

“Argh!!!” Sasori yelled, causing many to turn around and glare at him. “You crazy woman, stop it!”
“Oh, I don’t like it I don’t like it I don’t like it I don’t like it!!!” She shouted in response.

1 pm, 12 hours of the flight left.
Tired of listening to the horrible jabbering of posh woman (he couldn’t be bothered to remember her name) Sasori jammed headphones into his ear and tried to concentrate on the in-flight movie.
He smirked at the irony of the film. Surely the cabin crew must be having a laugh, thinking that it would be sane to show “Sakes On A Plane” On a said aircraft.

It was a bit like showing Titanic on a cruise ship. Sasori viewed some more film option in the brochure;
Pearl harbour (oh great, they were penalizing the Japanese citizen such as himself?), Love Actually (oh bloody hell.), Finding Nemo (Sasori wasn’t even sure what this film WAS) and the Lord of the rings .(elves and hobbits...no thanks.)

The puppeteer was imperially bored. He shoved the programmed back in the seat compartment forcefully, alerting Posh woman’s attention.
“My, my...grumpy, are we?”  She asked. He gave her no reply but a glare. She “hmmpphed!!!” at his “behaviour” and reached into her hand luggage, drawing out some perfume. She found it necessary to drown herself in buckets of perfume. It was hard not to ignore the posh woman and the puppeteer next...seeing as Sasori was pretty much choking on the vile stench.
I’m...going...to...kill...her!!! He thought widely, trying to rid his lungs of Dior.

4:00 pm,  9 hours of the flight left.
After hearing how Twitchy guy wanted to eat camel liver for his in flight meal, Deidara decided to make a break and head for the toilet. Of course, he stopped by first class.
“Danna” He whispered to the redhead, who was sat on the aisle seat. “I think I’m going crazy, un.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” He whispered as well, trying not to wake posh woman from her sleep.  “I wish I could be back in Japan. Or already in France.”
Deidara sighed, and knelt down next to his danna’s seat. Many people were sleeping around them, except the odd few but they probably didn’t care he was temporarily blocking the aisle.

“You know...un” He thought out loud, to both himself and Sasori. “Perhaps a kiss would make it better?”
Sasori frowned, unwilling to go along with what Deidara was, even though it was moist blatantly obvious, hinting. The blond really needed tips on how to be subtle, the puppeteer mentally noted. Perhaps a lesson in doing so would be in order, but not for now.

The redhead chose his wording carefully.
“Would it, though?” He asked, slightly rhetorically.
Deidara smiled mischievously. “Yes, yes it would, un.”

“All right then. If it’s...needed.” Sasori leaned over the arm rest, and placed a small kiss on the blonds lips. It didn’t go any further than that---considering how it was nice enough as it was. That’s what Sasori reckoned anyway. Maybe Deidara agreed, maybe he didn’t. He didn’t want to deepen the kiss anymore, considering they were in public.

Deidara smiled. Ahh---that was nice. Better if it was longer, but still. Great.
“Danna, where do you think we are now, un?” He asked quizzically.

“I’m not sure. We can’t be that far yet, maybe were going over Russia?” Sasori replied.
“China, actually, sir. And other sir, will you please get off the floor, or I’m afraid i will have to run over you with my trolley.” A stewardess told him.

6pm, 7 hours of the flight left.
Twitchy didn’t get to eat camel liver, Deidara noted. He noted, but didn’t care. He was ready to slam a meat cleaver into twitchy guy’s head. That dude was more annoying than Tobi---and that was saying a HELL of a lot.

“I like your hands” Twitchy guy told the blond, which would have been just about tolerable if he was leaning with his face about a centimetre form said hand.
“Erm...” Deidara pulled them away.
“They have tongues.” Twitchy guy twitched. Oh how surprising.

Wait- did he just mention the hand-mouths?! Dammit! He was hoping he hadn’t spotted them. Getting through customs was bad enough, what with a tongue and teeth showing up where a normal palm should be.
The customs officials thought they were having a double take. The blond had removed his gloves about half an hour ago, for no particular reason other than having nothing to do.

Having twitchy guy see his hands wasn’t good. The freak would probably chop them off for his won personal use. Eww.
Perhaps he could use twitchy’s insanity to the blond’s cruel advantage.
“Yeah, they do, un. Or maybe’s it just that you have had...something slipped in your coke, un.” Deidara said slyly.

Twitchy twitched once, stared at his drink and then went quiet.
Deidara felt a little mean, wondering whether twitchy had twigged that Deidara was pretending he was drugged instead of actually seeing the truth.
But then all of that guilt melted away, as twitchy threw back his head and roared;
“I’ve been drugged! I’ve been drugged! I’ve been bloody DRUGGED!!!”

7 pm, 6 hours until the end of the flight.
Regarding twitchy guy’s outburst, the staff on board the plane decided he would be better off sitting in first class. Deidara got hopeful---they said they were going to look for someone to switch seats with Twitchy, so no doubt Sasori would nominate himself.

Alas, that was not to be, as the stewardess came back with a plump, psosh woman who he regonised form earlier as being Sasori’s neighbour on the flight. Oh great. He had just switched neighbours with the redhead.

“Well, then darling I seem to be your neighbour. I have to say though, i cannot tell whether you are a lady or a strapping young lad, so which is it then?”

Lady? Strapping young lad?! He was so tempted just to go “Take a guess, snobby.” But he didn’t. Instead he just sulkily told her “Male, un.”

“Oh dear. You should get that dreadful hair cut, then, unless you want other young boys to try to come into your favour. My last neighbour was a queer. I could tell, you know, without him even having to say anything. There are too many homos around this day and age.”

“My boyfriend doesn’t seem to think so, un.”

The shocked appearance on her face when the woman realised she was sat next to yet another gay person made Deidara laugh so much he thought his lungs would explode.

All the time this was happening, Sasori was constantly kept awake (instead of sleeping like he intended too) by a constant twitch, twitch, twitch.

10 pm, 3 hours until the end of the flight
“Please explain to me what we are doing in the toilets?” The redhead asked the blond, who was examining his hair in the mirror.

“I wanted some space from all of them, un.” He said happily turning to face his danna. Sasori’s arms became crossed, but he made no objection. The blond went over to the door, cheeking to see if it was shut properly, and the fact was that it wasn’t.

“Dammit!” He moaned. “The lock won’t work, un. That means anyone could walk in here.”
“Well done, Mr point-out-the obvious.” Sasori said, placing one hand on the door.
Deidara pulled a face but then joined back in the conversation. “Well...I guess we could sort of...keep it closed with our hands round the handles at all times, un.” He smiled.
Sasori had a much better idea. It sounded a little...odd, and quite observable so he was surprised that the blond didn’t mention it first. Well. He had to use his idea now, would he...
He pushed Deidara quickly against the door, and placed his hand on either side of the blond. His mouth was very, very close to Deidara’s. It gave him a weird sense of power, which he tried to ignore, because it was a bit...weird.
“I’ll just have to keep you pushed against the door.” Sasori said softly.