I had to write this.

I had to.

I'm surprised no one has actually written this yet.

...It needs to be written.

I don't have a lot to say about this...But...IT. NEEDED. TO. BE. WRITTEN.

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Its been 84 years and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china has never been used, and the sheets had never been slept in. The Titanic was called the ship of dreams, and it was, it really was.

Sasori's POV

I winced slightly as my chauffeur beeped once again; Crowds were far too troublesome.
"This way please!" I heard a man yell, followed by the blowing of a whistle. Of course, no-one would actually listen to the poor man.

Eventually, when my chauffeur felt it was safe to park, the door was opened for me, and I slowly stepped out of the car.

I eyed the large ship in sight, raising an eyebrow.
"Honestly, Granny; I don't see what the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger or different than any other ship I've been on...".
My Grandmother let out a sigh, standing next to me. "Sasori, this ship is unique." She began, pointing towards the Titanic.

"Your Grandson is far too hard to impress!" A feminine voice chuckled.
I scowled, turning my head towards the voice. Sakura; My fiance.

Of course, I didn't want to marry the woman. In fact, I had nothing in common what-so-ever with her. Sure, she was pretty, but there was nothing about her that made me feel any different.

I hadn't even proposed to the pink-haired woman. My Grandmother entered my study one day, informing me I was to be married in a few months time. Apparently, I had been engaged for a while now.

"The trunks are in the back of the car." I informed my assistant, Kisame. He was a tall, pale-skinned man. Almost blue. The man towered over me, even more than he should. You see, I'm rather short for a gentleman. In fact, everything about me was rather youthful. I can easily get away with being a child, despite turning 18 last month.

"Of course, Mr. Akasuna..." Kisame replied, approaching the boot.
"Just take them to my parlor suite, room 42B."

"Sasori!" Granny cried, pinching my ear. I winced, letting out a cry of pain, trying to pull away from the old woman's grasp.

I really should be used to this by now; The woman had been doing it to me ever since I could remember. She was my legal guardian, after all. My parents died when I was young, about 5. They topped themselves, obviously couldn't keep up with their high statuses, or something along that line.

I'm high-class, you see. My family own a large series of woodwork companies, along with their own brand. I'm suppose to inherit the company when I turn 19; Something I'm seriously not looking forward too.

I had just come back from a business trip with my Grandmother, who currently owned the company. I had spent the whole time being dragged around boutiques with Sakura, and attending little tea parties with so-called "friends", both things I completely despised.

We were heading to our holiday-home, in New York. I didn't really like New York; It was far too crowded for me.

The Titanic. It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me, it was a slave ship: Taking me to New York in flames. Outside, I was everything a well brought-up boy should be. On the inside, I was screaming.

That was me.

I'm miserable, and I have been for many years now.

I approached the ship with my Grandmother, and Sakura. My life will never change; I know it won't.

Deidara's POV

"Dei, you're mad..." My silver-haired friend seethed, whispering to me. "Betting everything we have, you're a fucking idiot..."
"Hidan; Relax, un..." I whispered back, smirking. "We have nothing to loose, either way...".

I sat up again, staring at the two other men. Swedish, they were.

I was currently sitting in a bar. Nothing fancy, the lower class men all came here to drink, or just chat. Card games was something I enjoyed. If anything; I was the ultimate cheater. Me and Hidan were playing with the two Swedish men, betting everything we had in our pockets.

Me and Hidan had nothing special in each of our pockets; A watch, some of my art supplies, a few coppers, and a hard-boiled sweet.

The Swedish men, however, had lots more. In fact, I was rather surprised they still wanted to gamble with us.

Money. That was one thing they had. As well as a couple of handkerchiefs. The most important thing in the little stash though, were two, small tickets.

Two third-class tickets aboard the SS Titanic, that is.

Yeah, that's right.

This was my way out of this hell-hole. The ship was sailing to New York; The big apple! I had a chance for a better life, an actual career! I'd traveled to many places before: Paris, Italy, Spain...But not nowhere like New York. This was an opportunity in a lifetime, and I wasn't going to miss it.

I lit up a cigarette, taking a short puff.
"This is the moment of truth, un. Someone's life is about to change." I smirked, eyeing the two Swedish men. "Ready?".

The men nodded, both smirking. This wasn't the best sign.

The first man put down his cards.
"You got nothing." I smirked, looking at the other man, who then put down his cards.

I gasped slightly, my smile disappearing.

"That's a pretty strong deck, un..." I muttered, staring down at my own.

Hidan glared at me, nudging my shoulder.
"I'm sorry Hidan..." I frowned, biting my lip.
Hidan let out a cry of rage. "Dei, you fucking idi-
"I'm sorry you're not gonna see your Mother again in a long time, 'cus were going to New York, un!" I laughed, laying down my deck.

The Swedish men were the ones crying this time, and I literally mean crying. One of the men was so red in the face, he flipped the table over. That was after Hidan collected the money and tickets; He was generous enough to leave the handkerchiefs.

"We're going on the Titanic, un!" I chimed, dancing.
"The Titanic?" A man repeated, raising an eyebrow. I nodded in reply, and the man frowned. "The Titanic leaves in 5 minutes!"

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and within seconds, me and Hidan had collected everything we could, and bolted out of the pub.
"Hurry the fuck up, Dei!" Hidan bellowed, running beside me.
"But we're riding high-style now, un!" I grinned, speeding up.
"We're fucking royalty!" My silver-haired friend chimed as we got closer to the ship.

A large crowd surrounded the docks, waving to the passengers, who were currently on the deck of the ship.

Numerous cars were beeping at me and Hidan, but none of us could give two shits.

"Wait, un!" I cried to the man, who was just about to close the door to the ship. "We're passengers!"
The man stopped, and opened the door. "Hurry up then!" He cried.

I breathed heavily, presenting out third-class tickets.

I pushed my way through the never-ending crowd of people. With the help of Hidan, this wasn't too hard.
"Move it, fuckers!" The silver-haired male cried.

Eventually, we found our room: Room 63.

Opening the door, I saw two other men. One was extremely tall, and tanned; Obviously foreign. He was completely covered in clothes, his eyes just about visible.

The other man had shocking, spiky ginger hair. His clothes were rather ragged, but he was handsome. His face was littered with piercings, and his eyes were a pretty lilac colour.
"Hey, how you doing, un?" I grinned at the pair. "I'm Deidara Iwa, and this is Hidan!".
The ginger smiled, shaking my hand. "It's nice to meet you, They call me Pain."

Hidan glared at the tanned male. "Hey, fucker! You gonna greet me, or what?"
"Or what." The tanned man replied, earning a chuckle from me.

I could tell the pair were to hit it off.

Sasori's POV

"Would you like all the paintings out...?" Kisame asked, raising an eyebrow.
I sighed, nodding again. "Yes. They add much more depth to this...Room."
"Just put them in the cupboard." Sakura interrupted, waving her hand.

I glared, biting my lip. "This is my room, I can decorate it how I wish to."
Sakura grunted, eyeing the paintings. "Not with those awful things. People will think you're mad."
"They're beautiful." I seethed, positioning a painting on the wall.

Later that day, I was sat at a table, having lunch with my Grandmother, and some of her friends.

I didn't usually eat lunch; I saw no point in it. I was never hungry during the day.

The atmosphere was awkward, and I had a craving for nicotine.
"Sasori, you know I don't like that." The old woman stated, eyeing the cigarette between my lips.

I didn't reply, and instead blew a puff of smoke into the hag's wrinkled face. Sadly, she didn't drop down dead.

"What's gotten into you?" Granny murmured, attempting to make eye-contact with me. I rolled my eyes, taking another puff of the cigarette.
"He's a real pistol, Sakura, I hope you can handle him..." One of Granny's friends chuckled, turning towards the pink-haired woman.
"Oh, I'll be sure to sort him out." Sakura smiled.

Tch; In your dreams.

A waiter then approached the table, smiling warmly.
"Are you ready to order?"
"Yes, we'll both have the lamb." Sakura stated, closing the menu. I raised an eyebrow at the woman, watching the waiter walk away, after everyone else had ordered.
"I despise lamb." I spat, trying my best not to glare at my "fiance".
"Well you've got to try things now and again." Sakura plainly replied, taking a sip of wine.

I felt a vein move in my forehead, and I glared, tipping the wine over the pink-haired woman's dress. Sakura let out a cry of stress, and stood up, her light-blue dress now ruined.

"Sasori, what on earth is wrong with you?" Granny bellowed, also standing up.
"Oh, I do apologize!" I sighed, exiting the room.

Deidara's POV

I chuckled, watching a nicely-dressed man walk past, at least 5 dogs surrounding him, each on a leash.

"It's lovely to think we're staying in a place where first-class mutts come to shit, isn't it?" I smirked, looking away as a well-groomed dog bent over, and attended his business.
"That dog looks better than me..." The ginger man, Pain muttered, eyeing a floppy-looking dog.

"So Deidara, do you make any money with your drawings?" The tanned man, known as Kakuzu, asked me, taking a drag of his cigarette.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "No...It's just a hobby, really, un...".

I looked up at the sky, lighting up a cigarette. My eyes trailed towards the higher deck, where the first-class were. A flash of red met my eyes, and they immediately trailed after it.

Leaning against the fence, was a beautiful boy. He was wearing a pair of black slacks, along with a white shirt, and black braces. He had loosened his tie, and it was blowing around. He had shocking red hair, different to your usual hair-colours, which hung floppily over his eyelids, and looked silky to the touch. The red-head's eyes were a lovely hazel colour, almost caramel, and his eyelashes were thick, and luxurious. His skin was porcelain, and very pale, hinting that he didn't get a lot of sun. He wasn't the tallest of people, and his frame was small, bony-looking. The boy's features were petite, and he looked around 14, possibly 15.

Despite being clearly rich, the boy didn't seem at all happy. He was smoking a cigarette, which made me chuckle slightly. It was different to the upper-classe's usual cigar. The red-head's expression seemed to be melancholy, and dim.

Pain eventually spotted my staring, and let out a soft chuckle.
"I see you've been wowed by the ways of the first-class..." He smiled, leaning on a fence. "I'd hate to break it to 'ya, but people like him usually aren't the nicest. You haven't got a chance."

I ignored the ginger male, and gave the red-head another smile, secretly hoping he would notice.

He did.

Whooo~! First chapter~! What do you think...? Despite being "Rose", Sasori will not be uke. He just seems like the kind of person who would be upper-class.

I find it hard to write fics like these, so I apologize if this isn't the best...

That's about it, really...

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