A/N: Hey, everyone! This is my second non-holiday themed story, and I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1: Sasori's No. 1 Rule Breached
Sasori rested his hands on his knees. It was a baking hot day, which didn't help his mood, since he was getting sweaty in his Akatsuki cloak and his hair was sticking to his forehead. He pulled at the collar of the cloak. Why did they have to be black? Black absorbed heat.
Where is Deidara? he thought impatiently.
Deidara had forgotten his clay bag back at the Akatsuki hideout, so he'd decided to wait – no, stay – here, until Deidara returned. However, he'd ending up waiting for at least two hours now, and if there was one thing that Sasori truly despised, then it was waiting. Luckily, there was a rock that served as a perfect seat.
What was worse was that Deidara knew he hated waiting, and yet he insisted on taking his time in whatever he was doing. Which meant Sasori had to wait for him.
He drummed his fingers on his knee, and counted each drum. One. Two. Three.
"Sasori, my man," Deidara walked over. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Sasori stood. "I should think so. It's been hours, and I don't like to wait."
"Yeah, yeah, I get the point," Deidara rolled his eyes.
Sasori spied something in his hands. It appeared to be one of his clay figures.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Oh," Deidara looked like he considered hiding it. "I made it."
"You made it whilst you were supposed to be busy," Sasori snapped. "What, did you stop to take in the scenery whilst I sat out here in the bloody sun?"
"It was a deformed tree," Deidara scowled. "It looked weird so I made it. I don't know why…"
"Well, not only have you made me wait, but you've also made Pein wait," Sasori hissed. "And I don't like making other people wait."
Sasori snatched the clay model from Deidara's hands and judged it with sneer. He had to admit, it was one of the ugliest trees he'd ever seen, the branches thick and clumpy with barely any leaves and the trunk was too long and thin for the rest of the tree. He threw it on the rock and it shattered to pieces.
Deidara sullenly followed Sasori through the hot, dry lands. It wasn't quite a desert like Sasori's home, more like savannah with no water in sight. It was a quick way across to their destination, a small village Pein told them a message would be waiting for them. Unfortunately, the walk was incredibly long, and Sasori would hate camping out.
Deidara sped up to walk alongside Sasori.
"Sasori no Danna," he looked at Deidara. "Why do you hate waiting so much?"
Sasori looked away. "There are many reasons why I hate waiting. One of them is that it's rude."
Deidara pulled a face. "Yeah, but, there must be some non-cannon series reason."
Sasori looked at him quizzically. "What on Earth are you on about? Are you high or something?"
"Never mind," Deidara glared. "You hate it so much that it would be weird to only have one reason."
"Needn't I remind you that the reason is fairly important?" Sasori scowled.
"Well…"
"Deidara, one of the main reasons I hate waiting is because my parents went to war, and told me to wait for them to return," Sasori scowled. "Technically, I'm still waiting now, considering they never did. Happy?"
"No," Deidara stretched.
"Why not?" Sasori stopped walking and gave him a dark look.
"You just said, "one of the main reasons"," Deidara smirked. "That must mean there are other reasons why you hate waiting. And since this is such a long journey, I don't see why you can't tell me?"
"Maybe because it's personal…" Sasori said through gritted teeth.
"Sasori, my man, we're Akatsuki partners," Deidara grinned slyly. "We can tell each other anything."
Sasori didn't know about that, since Deidara had been more than happy to disclose information about that ugly tree sculpture. However, Sasori didn't know anyway to get out of this situation. He could tell Deidara, and it would take up the trip, since there were a lot of reasons. Thinking of some of them made his blood boil. It would also keep Deidara quiet for the trip.
Sasori had it mentally settled. He smiled then, much to Deidara's surprise.
"I guess I could tell you, but you'll have to keep quiet for the duration of the stories," Sasori said.
"What if they're boring?" Deidara frowned.
Sasori glared at him. "Well, they won't be. I can assure you of that."
Deidara appeared to weigh his options. It annoyed Sasori since he'd asked for the stories in the first place. He ground his teeth. Deidara then shrugged and smiled.
"Whatever, Sasori, my man," he continued to walk. "I'll hear your stories."
Sasori glared at him and also walked. "There's a lot, and I want you to pay attention. Also, take it seriously, because some of the events that happened did upset me."
"You're a diva," Deidara frowned. "What doesn't upset you?"
"Do you want to know the reason I hate waiting?" Sasori sneered.
"Yeah, yeah, I do," Deidara was listening once again.
"As I was saying, you can't tell anyone," Sasori warned. "Nobody. Ever. I'll know if you do. And finally, some of these were, admittedly, embarrassing stages of my life, so I don't want you poking around those stages, since I don't want to elaborate on them, understood?"
"What? Your teens? You still look like you're going through them Sasori no Danna," Deidara chuckled.
Sasori turned on Deidara, halting their pace. "Just because I'm supposedly an inch shorter than you doesn't mean you can mock me. Technically, had I not turned myself into fine art, then I would still be growing. You should know by now that I have very little patience, and at the moment, it's wearing thin, so just shut up and start listening to me."
Deidara closed his mouth in angry silence. They continued to walk.
"I'll admit," said Sasori. "My waiting years included the death of my parents, there were so many other times that incompetent people made me wait..."
