Disclaimer: Don't own. 'Sori-danna and Deidei-kun are Kishimoto-sensei's. I merely have the right and insanity to do these things. -sigh-

Well, um...Hi again. This is the sequel to "The Magical Hairbrush," so if you haven't read it I suggest you quickly go do that, for your sake. It'll help you understand a bit of this randomness (but not a lot.) Anyways, I'm thinking this might end up a series of mini, tiny one-shots about random moments of hair brushing. I know, it sounds stupid. But it's all for the sake of fluff! (Also, I don't know if it's SasoDei or DeiSaso, because...They don't really do anything extreme, and the itsy-bitsy advances keep switching, so...Yeah.) Shonen-ai/yaoi, T for safeness and slight language.

Untameable

Deidara liked challenges. That was probably one reason he so enjoyed battling every day with Sasori's beautiful, untameable red hair. He'd always loved taking care of his own long blond hair, and he liked brushing that of others as well. It also gave him some extra special, quality time with his danna.

And sometimes, Sasori returned the favor. He'd been surprised when the blonde first asked to brush his hair, but in his surprise grudgingly agreed. He had quickly come to like it, and hated how short is lasted. It seemed as though Deidara's view of fleeting art was more accurate in that case...Oh well.

The first time, Dei had just finished brushing Sasori's hair and stood happily when the redhead grabbed his arm, took the old, blackened brush, and pulled him gently but forcefully back onto his bed. The boy had stared at him for a moment, but all (or most) confusion was erased when Sasori ran his fingers through the golden locks and began slowly dragging the brush down the back.

Dei sighed happily and relaxed, smiling just a bit. Danna's silliness and quirks could be so cute!!

Meanwhile, Sasori reveled in the chills and comfort it gave Deidara, and was enjoying it almost as much as when the blonde brushed his. In time, he'd managed to move to the messy chunk of hair covering the scope on the left side of Deidara's face. Here he was extra careful to not damage the mixture of metal and wire. Glancing up slightly, he noticed that Dei was smiling heartily, right eye closed. He couldn't help but notice how very pretty his young partner was...

Brushing aside the thought along with the bang, he stared long and hard into the two colored pieces of glass that Deidara looked through when using the scope. He had finished Dei's "grooming," but still hadn't moved. The blonde slowly opened his blue eye and blinked in slight confusion, wondering why his danna was staring at him.

Oh, wait...he was staring at the scope. Deidara started to feel rather sick. The first time Sasori'd seen the scope, he'd called it a monstrosity. But...that was when they hated eachother. They were on better, no, great terms now! Sasori couldn't possibly still...Right?

He gasped when said scorpion raised a wooden hand to his face. Flinching slightly, he closed his eyes. Damn...Childhood beatings making him weak...?

At a soft touch, his eye snapped open again to find Sasori's thumb gently stroking the metal attatched to the muscles and nerve-endings in his face. His jaw must've dropped, because the older man smirked and said, "You'll attract flies like that, Dei." Dei, of course, did a pouty-glare and gave a quiet "hmph." Though, he couldn't help but blush a little. Danna really did have an...interesting smirk. And a surprisingly soft touch for being made entirely of wood.

And a rather pretty smile when the bastard actually used it! Deidara wanted to be angry for some reason, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Apparently Sasori was not the only one affected by the duo's daily grooming...They were both becoming more relaxed and such.

"...Kawaii." Huh?! Where'd that come from!? He quickly turned his attention back to his now smiling danna.

"Nani?"

Sasori slowly slipped his fingers back along Deidara's jawline. "I said," he began, whispering close to the boy's face," that you have the cutest, and most annoying," he twisted Dei's left ear, earning a yelp from the blonde, "pout that I have ever seen." Eyes still damp from the pain, Deidara was blushing redder than before.

"Ow ow ow! Un..." he mumbled, shaking off Sasori's grip. "You're so mean, Danna."

"Yep," Sasori agreed, smiling again. Deidara just melted. That smile used to be so rare, he was still getting used to its power. Power. Such a funny word. In all his...not many years on the earth, Deidara had only known power to be something that drove people mad with the hunger for it. It was something they used to hurt people, and manipulate them, and...Well, Sasori could do the last part, at least.

A few minutes passed with one clay artist lost in flustered thought, and another puppet master fingering something small in his right hand. Suddenly, "Oh, Deidara. Your hairtie." He handed the red material to the blonde, who hadn't even realized that his ponytail had been taken out.

And thus ends the first oneshot-like thing, mostly because I'm lazy and writer's block-ing. Bad ending, sorry. - Hope you enjoyed anyway!