AN: WHOO SECOND SASODEI MOTH FIRST MEETING! This is not AU, other than, sadly SasoDei part. Just SLIGHT shounin-ai.

Inspiration: 2nd SasoDei month

Dedication: Sasori and Deidara.

Disclaimer: I do not own

Deidara's POV

I don't even want to be in this so called "Akatsuki". I have always worked on my own, and that's the way I like it. Anyone else would just hold me back, just like my village did. They didn't understand, appreciate my fine art.

And I don't think the Akatsuki will either. But I did lose, to that damn Uchiha. I refuse to acknowledge him, his eyes. They are the reason I'm here in the first place! Stuck in some stupid organization. None of them care about art, yeah!

Or, that's what I thought.

I was quickly assigned a "partner", I was supposed to do missions with them, and share the same room as them. I wasn't complaining about that, having a room is better than some of the conditions I've been in.

But this whole thing pissed me off. I hate being confined to one group, and I hate that my art lost to something so unartistic. That's not the way it's supposed to be. And now I was stuck here, and with some partner to top it off.

I was explained this to the "leader" of this Akatsuki, Pein. Who we had to call leader-samma, which seems really redundant. But for once, I didn't argue. My pride was low enough as it was. Anyway, the leader also told me the rules (I would be sure to break some of them) and were my room was. I would stay there until instructed by my so-called partner told me otherwise. My partner was in charge of me, as I was new.

And I hated it. I think I've mentioned that before.

None the less, I followed Pein's instruction, and headed to my room. I didn't bother to knock, and was surprised at what I saw.

He must have been 16 at the oldest, with crimson red hair. He was sitting down on his bed, working on some sort of puppet, but stopped as I came in.

"I thought Pein was supposed to send me a partner, not-"He momentarily paused, but then continued, his, voice harsher than before. "Not some brat"

I could feel my anger rising. Today has not been my day, and that red-headed bastard just had to insult me.

"I am NOT a brat, un!" I said, clenching my teeth. He was just this close to becoming some of my art.

"Whatever, brat" He said. He was such an asshole. But said asshole wasn't finished talking to me.

"Anyways, I am Sasori, your new partner." So the asshole was named Sasori. Go figure. As he spoke, his expression didn't change, his brown eyes seemed dull, yet somehow they held so much, and they looked even better with his crimson hair… wait. WHY DID I JUST THINK THAT? I blushed slightly, scolding myself.

"Deidara, un" I said, blush slowly leaving my cheeks. I hope he didn't notice, I do NOT want to be seen as some girly-guy.

"Do you like art?" Sasori questioned. I smirked. Seems like I still had a bit of luck on my side.

"Of course, un. What are your views on it?" I asked, hoping to start a conversation.

"Art is eternal, obviously." He said. I looked at him in disbelief. Eternal? He had to be kidding. But Sasori didn't seem to be that type of person, he looked dead serious.

"Please. I respect your view, but what's obvious is that all TRUE art is fleeting, un!"

"Brat, you have no IDEA when it comes to art."

"No is you who doesn't have any idea, un! It's fleeting!"

"Eternal, brat."

"Nuh-ah, Sasori no Danna!"

"…What did you call me?"

"Danna, un. Because I said I still respect your view, as an artist."

"…Brat"

We continued to argue, but still, I couldn't help but think that maybe being in the Akatsuki wouldn't be so bad, with the red-head as my partner.

Sasori's POV

I didn't want another partner, not after Orochimaru. I didn't want another partner, I didn't need another partner. I was capable of completing missions by myself. But unfortunately Pein-samma did not see it that way. I was forced with a new partner, and that was that.

I wouldn't have minded it as much if my new 'partner' wasn't so much of a brat.

I was sitting, working on Hiruko, who had been slightly damaged from the elements. It was very rainy on my last mission, and I was fortunate that I had no need of repair.

I knew that my new assigned partner would be coming up soon, but I chose to ignore that small detail. I just focused on the task in front of me, my art.

However, I barely had enough time to finish the repairs of Hiruko before I sensed the new partner coming down the hallway, and enter the room. I pretended they were not there, and continue to fiddle with the wood. I realized that this effort however would be futile, so I spoke.

"I thought Pein was supposed to send me a partner, not-"I paused as I took in the shinobi's appearance. They had long blonde hair, which cascaded down in a high pony tail, and blue eyes-I glared as I realized what I had just thought. One word came to describe this person. A brat. I told him that, my voice reaching a harsh tone, like ice.

"I am not a brat, un!" the person, who from there voice I could now obviously was a boy, replied indignantly. It immediately ticked me off. But I wasn't in the mood for a pointless argument.

"Whatever, brat." I said, feeling satisfied at the annoyed expression on his face. Of course mine did not change, as I continued. "Anyways, I am Sasori, your new partner." I wasn't going to say much more than that, now.

A few seconds passed, and the blond was looking over me. He scanned me over quickly, evaluating before reaching my face. As he met my eyes, his cheeks got a faint bluish. I had to resist the urge to sigh, or roll my eyes. I was getting impatient, though it had only been about three seconds.

"Deidara, un" The brat, now known as Deidara said. I realized these "uns" of his must be a speech impediment how… annoying. I was going to turn away, but instead my body did something else.

"Do you like art?" I blurted out. I honestly hadn't wanted to say anything, but I just did.

"Of course!" he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Though it really should be. He then continued asking me something in turn. "What are your views on it?"

The answer came naturally to me. "Art is eternal, obviously." But Deidara, the brat, looked at me with shock and disbelief.

"Please. I respect your view, but what's obvious is that all TRUE art is fleeting, un!" He said. Fleeting?! Please, this brat knew nothing about art.

"Brat, you have no IDEA when it comes to art."

"No is you who doesn't have any idea, un! It's fleeting!"

"Eternal, brat."

"Nuh-ah, Sasori no Danna!"

"…What did you call me?"

"Danna, un. Because I said I still respect your view, as an artist."

"…Brat"

I honestly don't know why, it didn't make any sense. I don't know why I was even speaking to him, I usually ignored every other partner. But there was something about this brat that was different from anything else, anyone else. He stirred me from my frozen, numb state that I preferred. He did it, and made me actually feel something, whether it be anger, inpatients, or smugness. No one had done that before.

Maybe, just maybe, having the brat as a partner would be rather interesting.

AN: I hoped you liked it, now please review!