Famous Last Words – A SasoDei FanFic
So here's my first fanfic, a SasoDei fanfic. It should be a long running one. It's the story of their lives together in the Akatsuki, right from when Deidara was forced to join up until the death of the two of them. I've noticed the chapters you guys write on here are huge, so I apologise that mine may be of a poor size. However, I hope the content and number of chapters I produce will make up for it. I hope you guys enjoy, anyway~
The material is all mine, excluding some of the speech (mainly the introduction) which comes from the manga, Naruto, written by Masashi Kishimoto. Most of the characters also belong to him.
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I imagine quite a few pieces in this fanfic will be inspired by my roleplays with Sasori LovésPuppéts NoDanna.
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Introduction
"Deidara, a missing nin originally from the Village Hidden among the Stones. That's who we're after."
"You really think he'll be use to us, Itachi?"
"Leader's orders."
"So this is the Hidden Moon's famous shrine. A place which holds many works of art, treasured here for hundreds of years, un." A single visible blue eye looked up at the building ahead. "It's certainly smaller than I expected. Un. I suppose it's always about quality, not quantity."
Footsteps could be heard echoing through into the building.
"Here he comes now."
Stopping in the doorway was just the person they had been waiting for.
The newcomer looked at the three strangers before him. They each wore a black coat, patterned with red clouds. Two of the three had Village Headbands, both with slashes through them. Deidara couldn't see a headband on the other however.
"Deidara from the Village Hidden among the Stones?" The one stood to the right asked him. He wore his dark hair tied back in a short ponytail and had two distinctive lines on his face near his nose.
"Yeah…who's asking, un?"
"We're members of the Akatsuki."
"Akatsuki?" The blonde furrowed his eyebrows. "What the hell is that? Un. Buzz off I'm trying to take in the art here!"
"Why do I have to get stuck with this kid? He's definitely got spunk but he's gonna die on us." The shortest but certainly scariest one to the left now spoke up.
The one on the far right turned his head, looking at him. "Again, Leader's orders. His abilities will be useful to us."
Deidara suddenly grew interested. "You know about me? Who are you people…?"
"You've been cooperating with insurgents in the surrounding countries, acting as a terrorist and causing damaging explosions." It was the tall, shark-like male's turn to speak. He had blue skin and what looked like a sword wrapped in bandages on his back. "What purpose are you trying to achieve, now that you've left your village?"
"Purpose? Don't have one. People hire me to blow things up, and I fulfil their requests. With me sculptures, un!"
"Sculptures?" The hunched one on the left tilted his head slightly.
Within moments, the younger male whipped out one of his clay sculptures – A spider as big as his palm. "Behold!" His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm. "This is the result of combining highly-detailed line work and two-dimensional deformations! This is true art, un! But that's just the beginning! Though they start out as models, my art lives! My art breathes, un! My art explodes!" His loud, passionate voice echoes through the shrine as the spider in his palm shifts around. "And in that short moment, it fulfils the vision of greatness that inspired me to shape it!" He held up a hand, revealing to the others in the room his unique feature – A mouth on his palm. "That explosive instant is the only point where I consider it to be true art! Because art is an explosion!"
His speech ended, leaving the room in silence for a moment. Despite him thinking it was a good sign, he was soon proved wrong.
"…Man, he's annoying…" The grumpy hunchback grumbles, causing Deidara to scowl, his passionate expression fading.
"Are you finished?" The blue-skinned shark-man asks.
"Alright…" With a sigh, the one to the right closes his eyes. "That's enough…I'll fight him."
Deidara's head perked up, leaning forward once he saw the male's eyelids lift again, his intense red and black eyes being revealed. 'What's with his eyes…?'
"You wanna fight?"
"If I win, you must join the Akatsuki."
After a slight pause, the young blonde reached in his clay pouch. His voice grew with each word. "Don't…you ever…underestimate my art! My ninjutsu is the very essence of my creativity, un!" He reveals a centipede that he had just created, throwing the spider that was still in his right hand at his challenger who jumped back to avoid it. With a smirk, Deidara detonates the spider, destroying part of the shrine.
From the smoke caused by the explosion, his challenger appears, landing on his feet. Within an instant, the artist's centipede, now far bigger, had wrapped his opponent up. It appeared he'd won.
"That all you got?!" Deidara taunts. 'You're finished…un!'
"You'd better take a look at yourself first."
Shock evident on his face, Deidara was stunned to find himself wrapped up in one of his own centipedes!
"That was close." The male with the large sword on his back spoke up. "Another second and you'd of gone from artist to suicide bomber."
"I told you that he'd die on us..."
"Genjutsu…!?" Deidara figured. "When did you…?"
"Right at the start." The blue man gave a grin. "The moment you looked into Itachi's sharingan, you were trapped in his illusions…"
Blinded by a sudden burst of light, Deidara squinted, daring to take a look at where it was coming from. There. In that moment. He was hit with inspiration. On the wall's of that shrine. In the eyes of his opponent. The sharingan.
'This…is true art…'
Instantly disgusted with himself for even thinking such a thing, the blonde's amazed look turned into one of hatred. The centipede fell to the ground and Deidara took the opportunity to cover his face with his hand, as if hiding his disgrace. 'How could someone else's power captivate me like that…That…That was pathetic! I refuse…' Looking through the gaps between his fingers, he saw Itachi. 'I refuse to call that 'art'!'
"You lose."
Chapter 1
"I don't assume you need to pack?" Itachi looked upon the younger male, his look calm but serious. Despite probably being wrong about it, Deidara found the look very degrading.
"Well?" He prompts when he gives no answer.
"I don't."
"Then let's get going. Leader will be waiting." His dark eyes flash between the two that came with him before he turns, exiting through the Village gates.
"You may want to keep an eye on this one, Itachi. He looks very unwilling." The tallest one gave a grin.
"He won't run." He states simply without looking back. "He knows he can't."
His words caused Deidara to grit his teeth. The more he was around this guy the more he felt the burning urge to blow him up.
"Hurry up."
Deidara looked back at the short one who looked like an extremely moody person. His words seemed to confirm that. After giving him a look that said 'Don't boss me about' he continued forward. It appeared that he was sandwiched between them all. Itachi and the blue-skinned male at the front, and the grumpy one at the back. Why they made him take the back confused him. He was as slow as a snail, despite his earlier remark. Maybe it was because he may hold them up. But seriously, he was so slow…so slow…he could easily make a break for it.
Discretely, the young bomber let his hand slip into his clay pouch. It didn't have as much left in it as he had liked, but it would have to do. Just as he began withdrawing his hand, he was brought to a stop, flinching when what seemed to be and iron tail, dripping with poison, came right across in front of him. Those before him also stopped, looking back, as did Deidara. His eyes met with the culprit – Mr Grumpy.
"You're not thinking of doing anything, are you?" His eyes narrow slightly.
Silence seemed to fill the area until Deidara finally replied.
"Of course not. Un." He lies, a lie that the other can clearly see through.
"Hmph. Give me that pouch of yours."
"What?!"
"You heard me. Now don't keep me waiting."
The tail drew closer to Deidara's hand. As much as it pained him, he removed the pouch from his waist and held it out to him. Using his tail, the other picked the pouch up and took it inside his 'Akatsuki' cloak.
"Come on. We haven't got all day." Itachi told them and set off once more.
Exchanging one last glance at the suspicious character that ushered him along, Deidara continued to walk.
'I guess there's no way out of this one…'
It took them hours to get there, but eventually they arrived at The Akatsuki Base. Well, one of many. Deidara was pretty tired by this time and he'd made the others well aware of that by complaining so much on the journey there. But, as the blonde had expected, they practically ignored every word he had said. To Deidara, the base looked pretty shoddy. It looked like a hole in the wall. The interior wasn't much to boast about either, but it was a lot larger than the young male had expected. The footsteps of the four of them echoed through the base and soon someone appeared from the shadows. Deidara looked up to where the figure stood at the top of the stairs, his mouth falling ajar slightly. 'A woman?' The woman he was referring to wore the same coat the others did, the one that had red clouds splashed across a black canvass. She had dark blue hair, that almost seemed purple, falling just down to her jawline and a nearly white flower in her hair too. Just below her lip he also noticed a piercing. "I'll inform Leader that you have returned." Her eyes that were previously on Itachi glanced at Deidara before she turned and went back the way she came into the shadows.
Minutes passed and not a single one of them spoke. Deidara continued to examine the three of them that had brought him here, but none of them really took anymore notice of him. Eventually, footsteps could be heard again, and just as he looked up again, the woman had returned, this time with the one he assumed was 'Leader'. The one who had ordered him to be brought here. The male was quite tall with short, spiked, ginger hair. He had far more piercings than the female, 3 either side of the bridge of his nose and many in his ears. His eyes…well…they were something else. They reminded him of Itachi's sharingan, despite their appearance being very different from his. They were a light purple colour, and it appeared as if they were split up into rings, working outwards from the pupil. A ripple effect. Like when you throw a pebble into water. "Thank you, Itachi. Kisame. You can both leave now." He spoke in a serious, cold and dull tone. Itachi left with the blue-skinned male who Deidara now knew as Kisame.
"Deidara of the Hidden Rock Village?"
"Un?"
"We are 'Akatsuki'. We would like you to join our organisation. I'm sure you're aware you haven't much choice on the matter."
"Un. I figured after you got three of your members to drag me here."
"Well, it was necessary. I think you'll be a great attribute to the organisation."
"…Thanks…"
"From here on, you will work for me. Simply call me Leader. You will work with Sasori as your partner." Leader gestures to the smaller male beside him.
Deidara's head turned so that he could once more look at the grumpy bastard who had stolen his clay. 'You gotta be kidding me…'
"This is Konan, my own partner." He brings Deidara's attention back to the female beside him.
"I'm sure Sasori will answer any further questions you have and you will meet the other members in time. You will be measured for your Akatsuki cloak later on by Konan." He turns away. "Welcome."
The blonde said nothing more, just watching the pair of them exit. He slowly looked back to his new partner. "Un. So that's your name then? Sasori?" In reply, his eyes focus on Deidara. "I'd prefer if you called me by Hiruko." He begins to plod away, a lost Deidara deciding to follow.
"Why Hiruko? Why not Sasori?"
He sighed loudly. "You're going to call me Sasori anyway, aren't you?"
"I was planning to." Deidara smirks, an expression he liked wearing.
"I can just tell you're going to be hassle…"
"Are you always this grumpy?"
"Impatient, may be a better way to describe me."
"Ironic for someone so slow."
"I had to tell you to hurry up earlier. Don't forget, Brat."
'Brat? Un. Being his partner is going to be a whole lot of fun…'