That stupid insolent snake. That Orochimaru had the audacity to try to take over Itachi's body, thus making him partner-less. Since that idiotic snake had been forced to leave, Leader has been trying to find a sufficient enough partner for him. But what he couldn't believe, is that he chose this gaki. Deidara was his name. An annoying, overly-dramatic, girlie man who blows shit up. Just what every criminal organization needs. But anything was better than Orochimaru, even if it wasn't by much. Sasori, egocentric Sasori, didn't think this was fair. He thought he was too good for the young, pestering blond. He protested the first day Deidara came, but Pein didn't care enough to do anything about it.
"DAAAAANNNNA!!" Deidara called from the next room over. Sasori didn't bother to answer. He was too busy working on his puppets. Besides, maybe if he didn't reply, Deidara would take the hint. In Sasori's dreams. Deidara was more persistent than that. Sure enough, about 2 minutes later, he came into the room, without bothering to knock.
"Master Sasori," Deidara said, in his unmistakable, high-pitched, one-of-a-kind voice.
"What do want?" Sasori sighed. This happened almost every day. Deidara would come into the room, and Sasori would want to kill himself. He thought he honestly, deep-down, hated Deidara. Couldn't Pein have chosen someone who was a little bit less...Deidara-ish?
"What are you doing, Danna?" Deidara asked, sitting down next to him.
"I'm making my puppets, what did you think I was doing?" He replied, meeting Deidara's sapphire eyes. His soft blond hair covered part of his face, and it flowed down to his waist. His pale, ivory skin was very defined in the dim lighting of the room. He was so tall, and slender, his build almost feminine. As much as Sasori couldn't stand Deidara, he always thought he would be a beautiful puppet. A work of art. Suddenly, his fantasies of Deidara being his puppet was shattered as his voice spoke again.
"Check this out, hm." He handed Sasori a small, clay butterfly. He took it is his hand, and examined it. All of a sudden BOOM!! It exploded. How could he fall for this? He all of a sudden felt down, inferior, less than Deidara.
"DEIDARA, YOU BASTARD!!" He was sure he was going to kill him. This was all he could take. Deidara was laughing his ass off, which didn't help. Sasori latched his hands around the blonde's neck. He stopped laughing as he gasped for air. He tightened his grip. Sasori was embarrassed, scratch that. HUMILIATED. He couldn't give Deidara the upper hand. He glared a Deidara, his eyes full of hate, Deidara's full of regret. His eyes almost looked distant, but somehow here, and very aware of death. Sasori let go of him, and he flew back. Now he felt even worse.
"Get...out...now," Sasori said, past the point of anger. Deidara gasped for air.
"GET OUT YOU SON OF A BITCH, I HATE YOU. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!!" Deidara scrambled out. Sasori slammed the door, and locked it. He tried to start working again, but he could not focus. So instead, he sat with his knees close to his chest, his arms wrapped around them. Why does he get to me so badly? He wondered. He sighed and gazed out of the window, watching the dark clouds form in the sky. A few minutes later, the clouds disappeared and the sun came out.
"Hm, the irony." Sasori said sadisticly to himself.
