A/N: Er- pretty short and to the point I guess. Just something that was bothering me for a bit. I might put up a sequel if it works out. I mean...I HAVE the idea for it and everything.

Anyhow! Read on if you'd like :D I'm tired and it's late at night.

Let me know how it was ^v^

Disclaimer: I own no one but the plot of course! :D

Warning: Language (it's not Hidan for once), repetitive use of a particular word, and possibly OOC. (You decide ^-^)

"You and I are like suspenders."

"What are you talking about?"

"When one of us is falling down, the other holds us up."

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my entire life- except for your ridiculous views on art of course."

What in the world was going on? And how did Sasori find himself in this situation? They had been sent out on a mission earlier to find a scroll on forbidden jutsu Orochimaru had left behind at an old base. They suceeded in getting the scroll, but on the way back as they were walking alongside a deep cliff, Deidara slipped on a patch of ice. Now they were stuck with Deidara dangling from the cliff and Sasori holding his hand like a little child to keep him from falling.

"It's not stupid yeah. It's true!"

"No it's not. Shut up before I kill you."

Sasori was already on his last nerve because Hiruko had gone missing and he couldn't ride in his puppet for secrecy. Having some hyped-up-on-dango-and-ramen blonde beside him for the entire mission wasn't exactly what he needed.

And now the kid was spouting some shit on suspenders.

"Whatever you say danna. You can't deny it un."

"I can drop you."

"..."

"..."

"But then you wouldn't be a very good pair of suspenders now, would you?"

"That's it- I'm dropping you."

"H-Hey wait! You can't just drop me!"

"Yes I can."

Sasori cruelly smirked, releasing his hold on the blonde's hand. He ignored the startled look on Deidara's face and calmly stood to his feet. Well that took care of one nuisance. All he had to do now was get back to the base and report the tragic death of his ever so so sweet partner. Sasori snorted to himself and started to turn around when the most ironic and unexpected happened to him.

He slipped on the same patch of ice that Deidara did.

The only difference being he had no one to catch him.

And as he zoomed backwards off balance, he couldn't help but to curse out Kami-sama and all its little henchmen. He was now floating over the edge of the cliff, glaring up at the sky with obvious contempt. He was positive that he was going to die and so thought it to himself with great bitterness in his thoughts. Great...I'm going to die.

He had to have been in freefall for a good three seconds before his back landed on a substance too soft to be the ground. Yet he still had to be in the sky. A cloud just passed through his head. Sasori continued to stare at the light grey sky with a blank expression, limbs splayed in an eagle-spread position. Dark clouds were gathering in a large mass above him which meant a giant-ass hurricane was going to come in the middle of winter... or it was going to snow. The oddly relaxed redhead preferred the former. Hurricane's were much more exciting.

"Danna...what are you doing yeah?"

Sasori blinked at the irritatingly familiar voice and raised his head from where he lay, hoping that what he was hearing and seeing was an illusion.

Deidara curiously stared at him. "Sasori-no-danna?"

Sasori slowly raised himself to a sitting position, first looking down at the clay bird he was on, then to the ground hundreds of feet below, and finally to the source of his newfound irritation. "Wipe that shit-eating smile off your face," he ordered the grinning blonde seated cross-legged across from him.

Deidara only smiled wider, lifting his hands from his lap and contemplatingly holding a finger to his chin. "Ah- so rude. Perhaps I should have just let you fall, hmm?"

Sasori gruffly crossed his arms and looked away. Just when he thought he escaped that damn brat!

"Danna."

He reluctantly met the bright expectant eye of the blonde who was now staring at him in eagerness. "Fine. Whatever. Thanks."

Deidara lifted a brow. "No need for embarrassment danna un. It's what suspenders are for."

"Are you still on that? Shut up about it already. I swear you are the most annoying thing to ever walk this planet! Kami I should have just let you fall-"

A large gust of wind blasted by, causing the bird they were on to roughly jerk to the side. Sasori tumbled forward and ended up with a mouthful of clay while Deidara...

Well he tumbled off the back of his bird a long time ago.

Sasori lifted his head after a moment of silence, scanning the clay creation for any sign of his partner. A biting silence greeted him as a more gentle wind breezed through, the graying sky growing darker. Sasori remained staring at the spot the blonde once was, thoughts racing through his mind. At least I didn't have to push him off. But where the hell did he go? And how the hell do you fly this thing? He pushed himself up to avoid eating anymore of Deidara's vile clay and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Now if he only get back to the base...then he could really tell Pein that Deidara died and it wasn't his fault.

He fell off his own goddamn creation.

So long as this bird didn't crash- Sasori found he was free to go back to the base and throw a small party of celebration.

And celebrate he would.

A dark smirk formed on the redhead's face as thoughts of his merry fiesta filled his mind. No one would interrupt him. Not any stupid blonde begging for his attention nor any brat trying to get him to train with him.

There would be peace at last!

"Hmph. Some pair of suspenders you are."

Sasori froze, a horrifed expression overtaking his previously joyous one. No...it couldn't be true... Inching his way to the edge of the bird Deidara had last been seen on, he warily peered over and caught sight of his worst nightmare. The blonde was hanging off the edge of his bird's wing, obviously trying to climb up and make his way back to the safety of his creature's back. Sasori felt his brows raise. What a persistant brat! Why didn't he just die already?

Deidara looked up with a frown. "Aren't you going to help me up danna un?"

"No."

"You're the worst pair of suspenders ever!"

Sasori thought for a moment and then extended his leg before kicking the blonde harshly in his side. Deidara's eye couldn't have been any larger as the air was knocked from his lungs and he lost his grip on the wing he was holding and began to fall once more. Sasori smirked, snatching him up before he could escape his reach. Leaning halfway over the bird's back as he held onto a dangling blonde's hand, he wondered what could have possibly possessed him to rescue his idiot of a partner. Especially when he wanted him dead.

He blamed his ninja reflexes.

"I don't believe you!" Deidara snapped him out of his reverie, staring at him in disbelief. "What the hell was that for? That's dangerous!"

"Listen here closely," Sasori said, beginning to sneer. Oh no...his mouth was speaking on its own! He couldn't control it! "I am not a pair of suspenders. If I'm going to hold you up then it's going to be me as myself. Not some stupid attachment to a pair of pants." Before Sasori had time to be mortified at what he had said, an oblivious blonde spoke up.

"Not even if it was my pants?" Deidara said, completely missing the meaning behind the redhead's words.

Sasori felt an eye twitch, releasing his hold on the blonde. "Go die."

A/N: Well that was rather abrupt. Ah well- it didn't turn out like I expected but I had fun all the same ^v^

And Hooray for subliminal messaging! (I don't even think I spelled that right :D)