Strands of silky, golden hair were spread out widely over the pillow. The goddamned pillow, this freaking lucky pillow! God how he wished he was that stupid pillow right now.
But his face remained stiff, emotionless, the face of the puppet he was.
"Hey Danna, is that a smirk on ya face, un?"
A smirk? Never! And what if this stupid brat was able to make him smile? What if he even recognized him looking at him, adoring him? What if he knew? That he loved him, that he meant beauty, yes, real art to him?
"Danna, I'm talking to you…"
"It's nothing brat"
No it's nothing you're just falling in love with this… this… boy. Sasori scolded himself.
He heard a yawn and watched Deidara turn around, so that he, Sasori, faced his back.
"Say Deidara, if you died, would it be okay for you, if I turned you into a puppet, and added you to my collection?", the words just escaped his mouth. They were never meant to be said, and now they were floating through the room. Sasori felt his heart drop, then watched the smooth moves of Deidara sitting up on the bed and staring at him.
"Why would you do this, un?"
"Cause than you'd be art!"
Silence.
Deidaras' eye focused the puppet master. God how could he be so stupid, telling him THAT, giving him something to nag him, giving him a reason to tease him. Sasori watched the younger boy, waiting for some kind of reaction. His muscles tensed, ready for anything that might come.
"That wouldn't be art!" Deidara finally said.
"It would be!" Sasori yelled out and dashed forward, grabbing Deidara firmly by his shoulders. "Art needs to be eternal, like real beauty does!" Sasori panted heavily, but his partner just smirked.
"No. That won't be art. This is real art!" Deidara answered and quickly kissed the puppeteer on his lips.
Sasoris knees got weak. And he sank into this tiny kiss, enjoying every second of it. Suddenly he felt himself giving in, admitting that his partner might be right, sometimes.