Hi! This is my first fan fic in English. I always write in Spanish but I wanted to try something else (:
I hope you enjoy this drabble (:
* Pairing: SasoDei
* Warning: Yaoi
* Words: 315 (without the title)
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Creepy
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He was an artist. And also a piece of art. His white face, his red hair, his smile… All of him was perfect. Deidara liked him, but there was a tiny little problem:
There were guys.
But, was that a real problem? He didn't think so. Love doesn't care about money, sizes, ages, or in this case, gender. So, what was the real problem?
Easy: Sasori didn't like him.
That's all.
That morning was like the others. It started with a nice discussion of art. (Did you notice to sarcastic tone?) The only different that day was that they were in the puppeteer's bedroom.
— What quality of art do you expect of clay? My art is better because it's made of wood and chakra strings.
— Yeah, but my art is much beautiful than yours. – defended Deidara. – Your puppets are kind of creepy, un.
— ¡¿Creepy?!
— Yeah, un. Mi birds are cute.
— You also make spiders.
— Well, I need animals that make people fear, un. – The blonde smiled. – Now I get why you make puppets so creepy.
— Deidara… - he started, angrily, but his blonde… I mean, the blonde didn't hear him.
— All the things you do are creepy. You should try something else. – And that phrase gave an idea to Sasori.
— Could be… - he said. Deidara couldn't believe it. Was Akasuna no Sasori saying he was right? – But the thing is: what else could I try?
— I don't know, think by yourself, un.
— Maybe you could help. – said the puppeteer with a lascivious look.
— What are you talking about? – replied Deidara, very surprised and kind of afraid.
Sasori launched over him. He caught his wrists, keeping him from moving. – Danna? – asked the blonde. – What the hell are you doing?
— Trying something else. – answered calmly. He reached his lips and, with the surprise of the blonde, kissed him.
He would enjoy this type of art.
So… what do you think?
REVIEWS PLEASE! (: