Haharrr! A short SaixDeidara fic. More people should like this pairing. I mean, come on. It's so OBVIOUS. Two boys who are into art and using it as a weapon, and who dress/look like girls, and don't really care about it? Come on, people! See the light!

Art is Destruction

Sai looked up curiously as the shadow of a bird passed over him. He realised straight away that it was not a real bird; it was too big, for one thing, and for another it was carrying a girl on it's shoulders. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a dark cloak. He squinted upwards, but by the looks of things she didn't match the description he had been given. The only Akatsuki they'd been told of were male.

He went back to looking at his book, the book he carried everywhere with him, only to be disturbed a moment later as the shadow passed over him again. This time the girl was looking down at him, and as their eyes met he shivered a little. The wings of the giant bird buffeted the air and made a harsh breeze blow across him.

A few moments later, the bird glided to the ground a few paces away from him, and the strange girl jumped off to stand next to him.

"Who are you, un?" She asked. Sai realised that her voice was far too deep for her to actually be a girl. Looking a little closer, he realised that he was talking to a boy.

"None of your business. What are you? I mean, who?" Sai replied.

The boy, who seemed older, sneered at him. "I am Deidara, the great artist, un?"

"Artist?" Sai replied, instantly curious. "What do you paint?"

"Paint?!" Deidara replied. "That's not art, un! Art is… a BANG!"

Sai laughed. "You're stupid. A bang? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

Deidara smarled. "Art is fleeting! An explosion captures the one moment of beauty, un? Paintings… bah. They are just flat ugly things!"

"UGLY?! FLAT?!" Sai replied furiously, pulling out a brush and a scroll. He painted quickly, and within a few seconds a tiger prowled out of the scroll. "I'll show you flat!"

"What? That's…" Deidara gasped.

"My jutsu, yes." Sai replied. "I am a real artist."

"A real artist?" Deidara snapped. "You're not listening, un? MY art is true art!" He plunged a hand into one of his pouches, and quickly produced three little birds that flapped over to the tiger, and blew it up.

Sai gasped, and instantly produced a flock of ravens, that circled Deidara's head, trying to peck at his eyes. Deidara combated them with his own birds, and the two artists stood staring at each other angrily as the last wisps of smoke blew away.

Sai considered this for a moment. "Perhaps we are both artists. Our art is destruction… what do you say to that?"

"Destruction… well, I still hold that it's a bang. But I guess bangs are destructive… Fine. We're both artists, un."

"Good. I like your hair."

"Thanks. Nice top, un."

"Glad you like it."

The two boys stood looking at each other.

"So…"

"Yeah… I gotta go. Gotta fly, un?"

Deidara flew away, watching the strange boy until he was just a spot in the distance.

Now to go catch some Akatsuki… thought Sai, putting his paintbrushes away.