Sasori/Deidara
Disclaimer- I don't own it.
Sasori was working on his latest puppet.All was good. All was silent. Just how he liked it. But things were too quiet... Never a good sign...
Where was Deidara?
His question was answered when a clay bomb fell from the celing just inches away from where he was standing.
"DEIDARA!!!!" Sasori yelled only loud enough so that the dead in America could here.
"Yeah Sasori-Danna?" The Iwa-nin asked, walking into the room as if nothing just happened.
"I thought I told you alteast one hundred times that I don't like, or appriciate, your art, and that you're not to perform it around me."
"Actually you told me that one hundred and seven times."
Sasori rubbed his face in an exasperated manner. "If I've told you so many times, then why do you still do it?"
"Because I'm reminding you."
Sasori wanted to scream. "Remind me of what!? How much I hate your art!?"
The Iwa-nin nodded. "That's it exactly."
Sasori decided that he'll never understand his partner. "Why must you remind me of this?"
"Because un! I don't want our love to ever be like my art!"
The puppet user had a strong urge to question the others sanity. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"
"The clay explodes. It's one quick thrill and then it's over to never be remembered. Don'e ever let our love be like that un."
That actually made Sasori smile a bit. "I don't think I'm meant to understand you. But that's what draws me to you I suppose."
What Sasori didn't understand was why Deidara felt the need to 'teach' him about how not to love. Sasori would have made sure that his Iwa understood the importance of a long lasting, meaningful art, even if the blond perferred other short term art pieces. After all, Sasori was, in this masterpiece, the seme. So he would have got his way anyhow. But at least this way, they could both be happy with the one thing that they could agree on.
