A/N: DeiSaso here, though it could be interpreted as SasoDei if you kinda skim over the words without reading it. XD Yeah, I like this one-shot. I was looking up Japanese names because I was writing another story, and I laughed real hard when I saw this. 'Kay, enough. Onto the story!
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing. . Damn you double negative! Do own nothing. Don't own anything. Whatever.
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"Soooo… What're we gonna name him?" The blonde asked, staring down at the tiny red-headed baby sleeping in the make-shift cot. It was sound asleep, only making small snuffling noises every once in a while. A genuine smile came to the bomber's face as the tiny thing let out a little yawn and stretched slightly. Sasori crossed his arms impatiently, glaring up at his taller lover.
"We wouldn't have to name it if you hadn't of stolen it from the orphanage!" Sasori hissed, before turning to the baby. It did look like his, but it couldn't possibly have the puppeteer's skill. Even if it did come from Suna, it was a rare chance. Deidara rolled his single visible eye at the older redhead, before wrapping one arm around the puppet's waist. Sasori stiffened, not wanting to forgive the blonde quite so soon. Deidara pulled Sasori closer; resting his chin against the shorter's head.
"I thought you'd make a good mommy." The blonde said simply, and resisted the urge to snicker when he felt the hate radiating off of Sasori. The redhead tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but failed miserably and only got pulled in closer. "Anyway, I thought we could call him Katsu." He added, looking down at Sasori to see his reaction. The puppeteer merely, looked up at Deidara, thoroughly confused.
"It means 'Victory'." The bomber said, no longer looking at Sasori. The redhead followed his gaze to see the young baby looking at the two men, unnerving green eyes wide. Suddenly, it cracked into a big smile, and pulled itself up over the side of the cot. Unfortunately, the cot was around three feet up, and the baby fell over, head first. Sasori's eyes widened, and before he knew what he was doing, a puppet had come from its shelf and had caught the baby, safe and sound. The baby gurgled happily, pulling on the puppet's long black hair.
"A very good mommy." Deidara murmured, grinning wildly. He released Sasori to walk to the baby, taking it out of the puppet's hands. He swung the baby up high, before holding it properly, and returning to Sasori. Sasori watched as Deidara held out the baby for him to grab. Hesitantly, he took the baby, and held it gently, rocking it slightly back to forth.
"You want to be called Katsu?" Sasori murmured, still monotone. He brushed a red cowlick out of the baby's face, causing it to gurgle happily. It took a hold of Sasori's hand, and began sucking and biting on Sasori's index finger. The puppeteer laughed slightly. Deidara's arms encircled his waist, grinning madly at his lover.
"Does this mean-?" The blonde began, full of hope, but was cut of by a sharp glare from the older man.
"No, still no sex Deidara. You brought home a baby, for Pete's sake!" The redhead hissed, hoping Deidara didn't notice the fact that he was cradling the little boy closer to his chest. The blonde pouted, bringing the older redhead into his body.
"Please? He likes you! At least it's not one of those screaming babies!" Deidara whined, looking into the cold maroon eyes of the puppeteer. Sasori sighed, and the blonde grinned, knowing he had won. His arms tightened round the older's waist. Then, because karma is a bitch, Katsu started crying.
"Deidara, you are so dead!"
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A/N: Go to: http : / / www . 20000 - names . com / male japanese names . htm and search Katsu. It's really there! XD If you enjoyed, or found this oh-so-very strange, please tell me so!
