D/C: Kishimoto is a lucky son of a bitch, but I refuse to believe that Tobi is Madara, because it doesn't make any sense whatsoever. Now Tobi as Obito, on the other hand...
This is a challenge from the awesome momoirousagi from LiveJournal. Involving SasoDei and snow...yeah. I didn't mean to make it a drabble, but excuses are at the end of the story.
A squeal of delight from Deidara snapped Sasori out of a reverie. He opened his eyes and saw that Deidara had plastered himself to the wall, gazing out the window with a grin.
Outside the window was a palette of gray-white, and Sasori wondered what about that color was making Deidara happy. "What is it, Deidara?"
"It's snowing, un!" Deidara exclaimed. "I didn't think we'd get any here!"
Sasori must have expressed a look of confusion because Deidara continued, "I love snow, un! Snow is nature's way of expressing artistic vision, un!"
"I see." Sasori was from Suna. Snow was practically unheard of there.
"So, Sasori-danna, are you ready to make snow-people?!" Deidara enthusiastically asked, grabbing Sasori's arm.
"Snow what?"
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Sasori stared at the frozen precipitation he was standing in. There was at least seven inches of it, which Deidara officially dubbed enough to make a lot of big snowmen. "You call this art, Deidara?"
"Well, it makes me happy, and art makes me happy, so therefore it is art, un!" Deidara cheerfully chirped.
"Does it last?"
"Eh?" Deidara looked from behind the snowman he was building.
Sasori repeated his sentence. "Does it last?"
Deidara thought about it. "Uh...depending on the weather...I guess it lasts, un."
"Then I agree with you."
"EH?" Deidara gaped at his partner. "Of all people I would've thought you'd think this was a waste of time, un, and not anything close to art, un!"
"You said it lasts. Art is something that lasts forever." Sasori replied simply.
"You just made me question my own beliefs, danna, un!" Deidara wailed, punching the head off his snowman.
Sasori smirked and all of a sudden Deidara felt himself being pulled roughly through his snowman and up against Sasori's puppet body, making him blush. "S-Sasori-danna..."
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A couple of days later, Deidara was wrapped in his blankets on his bed and perpetually blushing from a fever. He sneezed and sniffed, "I blame you, Sasori-danna, for my cold, un."
All Sasori did was smirk and continue to work on his puppets. "You didn't tell me that staying coldly wet for too long would make you sick."
"I hate you, danna, un..." Deidara glared as he shivered and sipped his warm chicken soup.
Well, that was short, but it was quite difficult to write, seeing as I don't support SasoDei and I haven't written Sasori in a fanfiction until now. Hope this is what you wanted, momousa-chan!