"It's not his fault they... he grew up staring at people with that vacant stare." For once, Sasori and Deidara were fighting about someone else not appreciating the blonde's art.
"So!?!?! That doesn't mean that he lacks the abaility to appreciate art!!"
"Knowing him, he very well might."
"Then why does he act asif he doesn't see it at all...?"
"Well Itachi is partially blind..."
"But It's not just him...It's the whole world..."
"I see it."
"But you don't think it's art do you,un?!?!"
"Well, no, but I see what you're trying to mean"
"I'll die knowing it could never be seen as a whole work of art...Even by you Danna,un..."
"Tch."
"What?"
"Deidara, you are crazy," Sasori said with a small smile.
"Why am I crazy?!?! You're the one who's crazy! You don't even know what art is,un!!!"
"Yes I do, but you're the one who wants to blow yourself up because other people couldn't see your views!"
"It wasn't that they don't see it the same way as I do, that's not what I care about! It's that people can't appreciate it for being my passion!"
"...Deidara..."
"Yes Danna,un...?"
"You're fucking crazy."
"And you're a stupid emotionless puppet who has no idea what he's talking about,un..." Sasori was growing fed up with this damn little blonde brat...
"I was giving you a compliment you stupid brat."
"How in all the 7 hells was that a compliment?!?!"
"Well, if you weren't crazy I wouldn't...er...neve rmind..."
"Wat,un? Tell me!" Sasori sighed.
"Nothing, think whatever you want ya brat."
"Good, I will, and I will always be an artist, for the scars that I will leave on the earth will never dispurse,un!" Deidara exclaimed with that big goofy grim of his. Sasori patted him on the head.
"You're such a child..."
"What is that supposed to mean, un?!?!?!!? Do you think that I'm not an artist?!?!"
"Heh, well you're always acting like a child, not to mention you're constantly pouting, or going on some childish tantrum... And no, you are not."
"I'm sick of this Danna! You're just like the rest of the world. You don't understand anything about me,un!" Deidara fumed, holding back tears.
"You're right, I don't, and I'm in no particular hurry to find out either, ya brat, we're S-Classed criminals that could die at any time. It doesn't matter...
You don't matter."
"A-and n-neither do you,un!" Deidara stammered, managing to flip hair so it covered both eyes.
"Correct."
"S-S-So do we have our new mission a-assignment yet,un? " Deidara asked, changing the subject.
"Not yet." Sasori said, in the same monotone he had used since the beginning of their silly argument.
"So what are we supposed to do for now,un...?" Deidara asked, plopping down on the couch hanging his head really low.
"Sit here and stare at a blank tv screen? Unless you wanna watch some childish tv program."
"How about one that's not childish,un? " Deidara tried to sound more adult.
"Go 'head," Sasori said, obviously uncaring as to what Deidara chose to do with his free time. Deidara took remote and realized that his eyes were still covered, and tossed it in Sasori's general direction.
"You pick something,un..."
"I'm not really a fan of television programs"
"Just pick something,un..."
"I don't know..." Sasori said, mostly to himself, as he flipped through the channels. "Anything bloody and gory..?" Deidara was still looking down trying to blink away tears. Sasori stole a glance at Dei and noticed his one eye was wetter than is normal. "What's wrong..?" He asked, almost with some emotion in his voice.
"Wat are you talking about,un...?"
"You're not smiling that goofy smile you always are." Sasori managed a small smile at Deidara.
"Well I don't always smile y'know, I'm not a child,un. "
"Yes you do always smile, Deidara, what's wrong?" He actually sounded a little worried.
"Nothing's wrong, okay?!?!?!" Deidara demanded, grabbing remote and turning the channel to VH1. "I've got allergies, they make my eyes water, but of course, you wouldn't know about these things,un..."
"Tch, whatever, don't tell me, I was trying to be sympathetic ya brat." Sasori had gone back to his monotone.
"I can take care of myself, I don't need sympathy,un." Deidara turned away slightly, putting his legs up on the couch. "Afterall...I don't matter..." he mumbled.
"D-...Deidara..." Sasori said with a sigh.
"Hmm,un?"
"You know exactly how to make me feel bad don't you?" Sasori scooted closer and began to wrap his arms around Deidara to make the blonde bomber feel better.
"D-Danna...?" Deidara started, blushing, "A-Are you...S-sick or something,U-un?"
"Yes... I'm sick of you being able to make me feel emotion so damn easily" despite the use of swear words, his words sounded kind. "And now making me act on them... How do you do it, Dei-kun..?"
"I-I d-don't know...I thought you didn't even have emotions anymore,un.."
"I still have a human heart and brain ya know...It just takes a lot to bring my human emotions out... and yet somehow you do."
"I-I'm really confused right now, D-Danna" Deidara said, squirming a little. Sasori got the point, and let go of Deidara and sat back up.
"I'm sorry Deidara." he apologized for his odd actions.
"N-no...Don't be sorry...I...just...I don't know..."
"Sfmeh..."
"Hmmm? "
"I wonder where Sir Leader is... he told us we'd get our mission specs today..." Sasori said, attempting to change the subject.
"What does 'Sfmeh' mean Danna?" Deidara asked.
"It's like 'meh' or 'feh' or 'pft' or 'tch' just a random grouping of sounds to show distaste."
"O...kay..." Sasori smiled inwardly at Deidara's confusion. "So anyway...I don't know where he is...Off with Konan I assume,un..."
"Heh, yeah probably"
"I wonder what our mission is..."
"I wonder..."
"Maybe it'll be something fun...Like...Uhh...Hmm...come to think off it...They're never fun,un. "
"Yeah," said Sasori, once again back in monotone.
"Hmmm would it be considered a mission if he sent us to do the grocery shopping? "
"Hmmmm...I think so..."
"OhOhOh I hope that's what we get to do!!!!" Deidara said. Sasori couldn't tell if his blonde partner was kidding, or genuinely wanted to go grocery shopping. He couldn't help but laugh.
"You...laugh,un...?"
"Oh erm" Sasori coughed a little, and regained his composure. Deidara burst out laughing.
"You look so weird laughing,un!!!! It's hilarious!!!" Sasori growled angrily at Deidara. The blonde tried to stop laughing.
"I'm -giggle- Sorry Danna, It just looks, erm -giggle- cute, you do look like a 14 year old after all,un." Sasori growled some more. He grew so angry he though that steam might opur out his ears like in some child's tv programme.
"I'm sorry!" Deidara began laughing again, and fells over onto Sasori from doing so. "It's just so Kawaaiiiii!!!"
"RAWR!" Sasori yelled, before shoving Deidara off of him and stomping off towards his room.
"Danna, i'm sorry, I can't help it if you look like a happy child!" Deidara fallowed, regaining his composure.
"I am NOT a happy child, Deidara, YOU are a happy child, I am 37!" The puppet master shouted.
"Danna, I said that's what you look like, not what you are!" He grabbed Sasori's arm to stop him. The redhead whipped around and glared at Deidara.
"What do you WANT?" He demanded.
"I wanted to appologize. Cause I apparently offended you, and we're gonna be working together on a mission today, so we shouldn't be bitter,un." Deidara looked down at floor.
"Whatever, ya brat." Sasori knew Deidara was right.
"O-Okay" Deidara sighed and jumpped over the back of the couch, plopping down to watch tv. Sasori, too, sighed, and walked over to the couch and draped his arms over the back and leaned forward.