Sasori sighed as he walked through the corridors of the Akatsuki hideout. There were small rumours flying around that there was going to be a new member in the organisation. He hoped that the new member was going to replace Deidara. The man, no child! was the most annoying person on the whole planet. Too young to be in Akatsuki at only nineteen! Too idiotic and wrong to be in the Akatsuki. He had the stupidest ideas about art like no one would believe.
Sasori turned into his room to find it empty. Looking up and down the corridor, he stepped inside and closed the door, locking it tight. In a matter of seconds, his protective human puppet had poofed away, leaving him facing his mirror, showing him the sleepy eyes that hid so much and betrayed so little.
Glancing around the room, he found a piece of wood sticking out from under his bed. His eye twitched. It was probably Deidara's fault. The redhead never left blocks of wood lying around. Not that he didn't enjoy carving up the wood, but it was best done in his secret workshop, not in his bedroom where it was hard to clean up.
He picked it up and weighed it in his hand. Good weight. He held it up to eye level and nodded. Nice and straight. His fingers itched. Using chakra strings, he opened the top draw on his desk and pulled out a kunai. Flicking the strings so the kunai came straight to him, he glanced at the wood, then at Deidara's bed and smirked.
An hour later...
Deidara staggered down the hallway towards his and Sasori's room. He turned right to open the door and smashed into the wall. Groaning, he pulled back and reached for the doorknob, turning it and silently trying to tiptoe into the room. He knew that Sasori didn't like getting woken up in the middle of the night when he came in from a drinking competition with Kisame. Little did he know that Sasori was still awake and waiting for the moment that Deidara fell into his own bed.
Leaving the door open, Deidara made his way to the bed on the left of the doorway. Just as he reached the desk, he noticed a wooden figurine on his desk. He blinked and looked towards Sasori's still figure and back to the carving. It was him. It had his hair, his cloak, his right arm stretched out as if releasing a clay sculpture, left arm in front of his chest with the first two fingers up in jutsu release. He grinned lopsidedly.
Setting the wood back on the desk almost lovingly, he stripped his shirt off and pulled back the blankets, sliding in softly, shifting around to get a comfortable sleeping position. Sasori smirked again and dropped off into sleep.
Five hours later...
Sasori sat up in bed and stretched. Glancing over at Deidara's bed, he smirked. The blonde was sitting on top of his blankets, staring across the room. From where he was sitting, Sasori could see the bright red rash all over Deidara's chest, neck and face.
Standing up, he walked over to the tired and unhappy blonde and patted him on the head, leaning down to his level.
"Oh, Deidara. It seems that you got a little bit of sawdust in your bed. What a shame."
Deidara glared at him.
"You bastard."
Sasori grinned.
"That I am. Don't leave bits of wood lying about where I can get a hold of them."
A/N: It was Sasori's birthday on the 8th of November. I'm pretty sure it was... Yeah, it was. Anyway, Happy Birthday to him!