I may be horrible for starting something new again, but I didn't feel like writing at all until I came up with this. This one has a special idea. I pick a cosplay picture and write a scene for it. See what I think fits well. This one is based on a picture of Puppenprinzessin as Sasori. I'll put a link on my profile to the picture, so you know what this is based on! The picture is a single picture of Sasori, but I added Deidara to it, to make it canon.

Permission was granted by Puppenprinzessin to do this and I really hope she'll like it! Little nervous over here x3

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Patience is a virtue. A statement people loved repeating to Sasori, thinking in some way it would actually make a difference. Change his mind on the matter. Hoping that they would have an excuse for being late this time. At least it's how Sasori saw it all. Every time someone uttered those words to him, he knew they would be a disappointment on the matter, leaving him waiting for longer than needed, with reasons that would not be enough to ease Sasori's mind. The people who told him this, never ended up being a friend, or an ally, or simply someone Sasori trusted. These people were to be avoided.

Now as he waited here in the bushes, contemplating what kind of poison he would use on this one, he remembered the line again. This latest partner had yet to tell him, had yet to use it as a way to convince Sasori how patience was sometimes a good thing. It was a positive trait, possibly the only one this person possessed. Nothing else had amused Sasori so far. Everything else had only caused irritations, and thoughts on how to kill this one the best.

Slowly seemed the thing Sasori always ended up with. Something that went against his normal thinking, because who had the time to wait for someone to die. Of course he could simply walk off and let his partner slowly and painfully wither to the ground, but this one Sasori would want to witness. One reason would be to be sure the guy would actually perish, though he did trust his poison enough for that. Another reason would be to see the life actually flicker away. And how his partner would hate that it would happen slowly. It would go against everything the guy believed in and somehow that thrilled Sasori to the core. Enough so that he would cast his own believes to the side and go with a slow death, rather than a quick death. Perhaps this one had taught him patience, without actually meaning to.

With eyes strained on the road in front of him, deserted bridge stretched out after it, Sasori never noticed the birds flying up. Leaves rustled all around, teased by the wind or by the small critters living in the branches above. It all was of no importance. All that mattered was his partner returning to him soon. Sasori had no patience for this, and time had run out already.

A last promise had fallen of his partner's lips as they parted. He would be back within the day. The day had passed and night was creeping in, which made the job harder to do. It should've been an easy mission. Get the scroll and quietly take out its owner. The loud explosion of before, rushing through the woods with a blast, told Sasori that the last job was not done as it was supposed to. Amateur. This youngling shouldn't have been trusted with this, not with how he lived. He would chase himself to an early grave, but Sasori was not about to follow.

A carriage came busting down the bridge, its wheels rolling down the wood roughly, while the hooves of two horses stomped down harshly. It obscured any sound around. Not that Sasori expected his partner to return now. That one would come in with even more noise than this carriage, and it would simply come from his vocal cords. Someone ought to rip them out to finally silence him. All those stories he had told Sasori already were enough to last a lifetime, and by no means were they interesting. Where he had grown up and who his friends had been when he was a kid. How parents had taught him things and how his sensei had taken him under his wing from the start. Envy was not an emotion Sasori was very fond of.

In a cloud of dust the carriage disappeared around the corner, leaving the road deserted again much like before. Birds sang there songs once more, leaves fluttered in the wind, and rodents dug their holes in the ground to find food or shelter. The only one staying perfectly still, was Sasori.

He had not moved from his position ever since he had gotten there, the need to never pressing in. His puppet body could stay perfectly still for days, it needing nothing more than oil for the joints from time to time. For some reason Sasori had taken on a casual pose, leaning against the tree in a human like position. Something he held onto, because not everyone needed to know he was in fact not human. Practise makes perfect, and no one suspected a thing when they first met him. That would end as soon as a battle started, though he hardly used this body to fight.

With eyes strained on the bridge, Sasori finally heard the familiar slash of large wings sliding through the air. Casting his gaze up, his eyes fell on the large white bird coming his way, diving down towards the road. Taking the few steps out of the bushes to come out of hiding, Sasori waited until his partner had descended down. He only gave one harsh look and then turned towards the road, intending to continue their journey back.

"You're late," he muttered coolly.

With a thud his partner jumped off the clay bird and ran towards Sasori to catch up to him. With a simple hand sign the bird was turned towards a much smaller size again and fluttered around them for the partner's amusement. "Sasori-no-danna, you are too mean. It's still day and there was not just one owner of the scroll. I could not leave the rest behind, un."

"Doesn't make you less late, Deidara."

With a childish pout Deidara averted his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest, showing off how young he really was still. "No, that doesn't make me less late," he copied. "Sorry, I won't be late next time."

"You will be."

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What do you think of this idea?

Love, Dana