"Well, this is the place." Deidara said to himself, looking at the small apartment complex.

He didn't really know much about who he was going to meet; only that he and his friend Hidan were going to form a band, and that he needed to get better at playing guitar. Luckily enough, there was a famous old guitarist living in the city who offered lessons. No one really knew much about this "Akasuna" guy, only he used to be in a band that broke up, and he spent most of his time at home.

Deidara walked into the building, went up the two flights of stairs, and knocked on the door labeled 2-C.

"Yeah?" Came an irritated voice from inside.

"Um, it's Deidara, I need guitar lessons..." Deidara replied, a little shook up from the impolite voice.

"It's open!" The voice shouted after a short pause.

Deidara opened it, to reveal a redhead wearing naught but his boxers and a guitar around his shoulder.

Deidara couldn't help but stare, as well as start blushing, which only further agitated Akasuna.

"Something amusing?" Akasuna asked, staring back at the red-faced blond.

"Um, no, uh, is this a bad time?" Deidara asked, still staring.

"What do you mean is this a bad time? A guy's not allowed to walk around his own apartment half nude?" Akasuna questioned, Deidara's blush deepening.

"Uh, sorry... I'm Deidara..." He said, looking away from the redhead.

"Yeah, you said that. I'm Sasori Akasuna if you haven't guessed. So you're here for lessons huh?" Sasori said, pulling a stool next to him and sitting.

"Oh, uh yeah."

"So where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"You're guitar stupid, where is it?" The lacking-of-patience redhead asked.

"Oh, uh, I don't have it..." Deidara said, taking as seat on another one of the stools.

Once Deidara had a chance to look around, the place looked pretty inhospitable. There wasn't much besides a few stools; three or four guitars on the wall, a TV with a couch staring at it, and several posters written in Russian posted everywhere. The living room they were in had two doors, most likely leading to a bathroom and bedroom, and the kitchen in the back.

"So you don't have a guitar, but want lessons?"

"Oh! Uh, I can bring it next time; can't I just borrow one of yours?" Deidara asked, frustrating the redhead.

"If I wasn't so pressed for cash right now you'd be gone." Sasori said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What do you mean pressed for cash?" Deidara asked.

"What, did you think these were charity lessons? I expect fifteen bucks an hour." Sasori said, staring at Deidara.

"Oh, uh, ok, so when should I come for my first lesson?" Deidara asked, eager to leave the rude Akasuna and his run-down apartment.

"You can come in Tuesdays and Thursdays, when do you get off work? Assuming you have a job." Sasori asked, trying Deidara's patience now.

"Yes I have a job, I get off at five." Deidara said, finally containing himself from the boxer-clad Sasori.

"Good, I'll teach you from five to six." Sasori said, getting up, headed towards his kitchen.

Deidara also got up to leave, ready to hurt the next person who was rude to him, when the last thing he expected to hear at the time came from Akasuna's kitchen.

"So, you a drinking man?"

"What?!" Deidara asked, turning around from the door to see Sasori, now without his guitar but still in the boxers, holding two bottles of some mysterious alcohol.

"Um, I guess..." Deidara said, walking towards the kitchen.

The two bottles turned out to be brandy, and seven year old brandy at that.

"Vieille Reserve, directly imported, not the cheap stuff." Sasori said, all while having a smirk on.

"You mean you live in a place like this, and you have imported Vieille Reserve?" Deidara asked.

"Yep, after a tour in France the band got a life time supply of this stuff so long as we keep endorsing it." Sasori said, reaching into a cupboard for two glasses.

"Oh, so they still send it?" Deidara asked, as Sasori filled his glass.

"Yep, even after the band broke up." He said, taking a sip of his brandy.

"Hmm, so why did the band brake up?" Deidara asked, swirling his brandy around before tasting it.

"We caught our drummer beating up our manager, drummer was fired, manager quit, couldn't find replacements, we broke up." He replied, leaning against the counter separating the two and drinking more of his drink.

"Oh, that's too bad... So tomorrow's my first lesson?" Deidara said, quickly finishing his brandy.

"Hmm? Yeah, so you can go now." Sasori replied, as he began chugging his brandy.

Deidara walked out, thinking about his new teacher on his walk home. He had gone from irritated to mellow in a couple seconds, something that bothered him a little. Although, the number one thing on his mind was how hot Sasori looked in his boxers. And that could be a problem.