(Desa's corner

Yo! So, I decided to create a series of fluffly little one-shots, since I'm a bit stuck on Judgement, right now… Thinking of rewriting it completely, because it's not turning out the way I intended it to. It's only on the fourth chapter, too…

But yeah, I might not be the best writer, but I hope you guys might be able to enjoy these. :) Dei, the disclaimer, please.

Deidara: Desa doesn't own Naruto or any of the characters. Un.)

Title: A Christmas Tale
Word count: 1,541
Theme: Christmas. Yay XD
Genre: Romance

A Christmas Tale

"DANNA, UN!"

The blond's shouts could be heard throughout the entire base. A certain redheaded puppeteer had disappeared in the middle of the night; on Christmas Eve. Deidara awoke the following morning only to see the bed that occupied the other side of their shared room empty. The blond artist was irked. After searching almost all day, he couldn't find his Danna anywhere, and it was Christmas. Deidara had already passed his presents out to the rest of the members, and the sky was darkening. Where could he have gone? He knew that the stoic redhead wasn't big on holidays, or anything "fun" for that matter, but would he really skip out on Christmas?

Deidara continued through the halls of the Akatsuki base, going to the last place he hadn't checked. He approached the door to Pein's office and knocked three times.

"Come in," Pein called. The ex-Iwa nin stepped inside the office and opened his mouth to speak, about to ask where Sasori was, but was cut off by Pein.

"Oh, Deidara, Sasori asked me to give you this," he said, tossing the blond a letter. "He figured you'd come looking for him – that's why you're here, right?" The blond nodded his head as he frowned at the envelope, and turned around to leave.

"Thanks, Leader-sama, un," he muttered, opening the door.

"Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas, by the way," Pein replied. Deidara turned his head, giving his leader a small, half-hearted smile and a quiet "un" before heading out the door, closing it behind him. The fact Sasori had left him a letter meant only one thing to Deidara – he would not be home for Christmas, most likely. He shuffled dejectedly to his room, glancing at the top drawer of his desk before sitting down on his bed. Sasori's Christmas presents were in that drawer – both handmade by the blond. One was an extremely detailed and beautifully constructed sculpture of the redhead, made of clay, and the other was a fairly decent (in his eyes) wooden puppet of Deidara himself. Both were painted, and wrapped together in a small box, carefully stowed away in the drawer. The blond was going to surprise his Danna this morning, but it looks like he'd have to wait.

Deidara sighed, examining the white envelope Pein gave him. There was a small, red scorpion painted in the top right corner, symbolizing it was from Sasori, and "To: Brat" was written in his Danna's elegant cursive handwriting. A small smile adorned his features before he ripped open the envelope, destroying it completely, and pulled the letter out.

Brat,

I have things I need to finish. Be glad I left you this letter.

… Merry Christmas. Don't bug anyone; I will be back in a few days.

Sasori

Deidara sighed again. A few days? Doesn't the puppeteer hate to keep people waiting? Why couldn't he have done this a different time? He knows how I feel about him, and yet…The blond closed his eyes, snuggling up in his bed. At least he cared enough to let me know, was the last thought he had before he fell asleep.

- Around Midnight -

Deidara slowly opened his eyes, and glanced around the room groggily. He felt well rested, but also as if he had forgotten something. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, he took a moment to collect his thoughts. Then he remembered.

"Shit, I fell asleep, un!" he cried, abruptly standing up. The blond looked out his window, to find that it was pitch black outside. It was only then that he noticed the bedroom light was on.

"Un…? Did I leave it on…?" the ex-Iwa nin pondered. "No, un, it wasn't on when I got in bed..." Deidara ran a hand through his sun-kissed locks before shrugging and leaving the room, heading towards the kitchen. Must've been Tobi, he thought, unaware of the shadow stealthily creeping up on him.

Grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it up with water from the sink, the bomber sat down at the kitchen table. It was eerily silent in the Akatsuki base, which led Deidara to believe that most, if not all of the members, had gone out. It was Christmas, after all. The blond artist was contemplating going out himself when his vision was suddenly obscured with a blindfold, and he was thrown out of his chair. The intruder pinned him against a wall in a matter of seconds, leaving Deidara speechless. There weren't many people in the shinobi world that could outsmart and overpower the blond that easily.

"Brat," a silky, enchanting, monotone voice murmured in front of him. The blond felt any negative thoughts he had melt away at the one word as relief, warmth, and surprise washed through him. His Danna was home early. "Don't leave yourself so open. What if I had really been planning to kill you? Moron."

"Danna," Deidara breathed, smiling at the redhead as the blindfold was removed. "Why are you back so early, un? I thought you wo- Danna…?" The blond artist cut off, as he was currently staring at Sasori's chest, in confusion and awe. "Danna… What… the hell, un?"

"Brat, do you really think I would skip Christmas?" The redheaded puppeteer chuckled. "I'm guessing you like what you see."

"Danna… y-you're human, un! Seriously, what the hell! Is that why you were gone, un?" Deidara exclaimed, still gaping at the ex Suna nin. Sasori merely nodded his head and chuckled before pulling his frantic partner into a warm hug, making the blond blush immensely.

"Consider this your Christmas present, Dei-chan," the redhead whispered in his ear, making the bomber's face turn three shades of red darker at the new nickname. "I can feel with this body. Best part is, I can alternate between the two whenever I want." He pulled back and stared straight into Deidara's blue eyes intensely, as If searching for something hidden in them. "Do you… Like it?"

The only response he received was a passionate kiss on the lips. Sasori's eyes widened in shock as the overload of emotions and sensations enveloped him. His lips tingled and electricity seemed to jolt through his body as his beloved partner kissed him. He knew kissing was good, but he didn't imagine it to be THIS good…

The redhead melted into the kiss, tightening his hold on the blond. In a split-second decision, he picked Deidara up bridal style, causing him to yelp in surprise and pull away from the kiss.

"D-danna, what t-the hell, u-un?" The bomber spluttered.

"Let's head to our room, brat," his Danna said, before carrying him off down the hall. Supporting the blond with one arm, he pulled the door open, and carried him into the room. Setting him on his own bed, Sasori sat next to him. The ex Suna nin went to kiss the blond again, before they heard a door open and shut, followed by a loud voice screeching "WE'RE BACK!"

Seconds later, the door to their room flew open. Sasori pulled away and straightened up before glaring at the intruder, leaving the blond with a confused expression on his face, wondering why his Danna pulled away. Suddenly, a flash of orange flew in, and the two artists were face to face with Tobi as he stood near the bed, leaning over the two.

"Sempai, sempai, we're home! Tobi bought you a present, Tobi is a good boy!" The masked boy exclaimed, holding out a small box, wrapped in wrapping paper and tied with a bow. The two artists glared at the boy. Deidara gruffly extended an arm and took the gift, muttering a quick "thanks" before getting up and ushering the boy out of the room. Once gone, he locked the door, and sighed.

"Well, that moment was ruined, un…" The blond said, with a forlorn expression on his face. A thought struck him, and the expression was wiped off, quickly replaced by a bright smile. "But speaking of presents…"

The redhead watched his partner with an eyebrow raised as Deidara rushed over to his desk, pulling his drawer open. He reached in and grabbed the box inside delicately, before bringing it out and presenting it to his Danna. Sasori accepted the gift and began removing the wrapping, wondering what his partner could've possibly gotten him. Opening the box, a small smile crept onto his face as he pulled out the small puppet of the blond and extremely life-like sculpture of himself.

"Brat..." he murmured, examining the two objects. He loved the presents, and they were made exceptionally well – not that he'd ever admit that to the blond. Realizing the sculpture of himself was made of DEIDARA's clay, he raised an eyebrow. "This won't explode, will it, brat?"

Deidara scowled. "I made them to please you, un, as a gift – obviously you wouldn't like it if I exploded it."

"Well…" the redhead trailed off, slightly blushing. "Thanks… They're… Pretty decent, for a brat like you…"

Deidara smiled wide at the rare compliment he received from his Danna, before rushing over and glomping him.

"Merry Christmas, Sasori-no-Danna, un!" he exclaimed.

"Merry Christmas, brat," he replied, before capturing his blond in a kiss.