He Cares... For Me!
(Another short One Shot I did at school)
Deidara could not help but stare at the wooden teen. His heartless like eyes, cold and gleaming like new cut Emeralds. The blond artist shuttered at the sight of his master 'glide' over to him, pale beams of the moon light shinning down upon him and Deidara- showing the teen for what he really was. A weapon, a machine, a wood-worker, an artist!
"It's cold out Deidara; you will catch a chill in that fishnet shirt of yours." Sasori stated calmly to the blond, his voice soft as the wind.
It was rare for the puppet master to show concern for his partner; Deidara found it a little unsettling.
"I'm fine, yeah." he replied.
The atmosphere was like ice, hard and cold. Spirits came and ruffled their hair before taking off in flight, back to the sky's were they belonged.
"Sasori No Danna, can I ask you something, yeah?"
The Ebony man did not look at him; he simply starred off at their next target, Suna.
"What is it, Deidara?" Sasori asked curtly.
Deidara opened his mouth at the speed of a sloth, then closed it as fast as a croc.
"Never mind Danna…" he wanted to ask his master so many things- but now was not the time. It was never the time with Sasori.
The puppet never once bothered to look at the clay artist.
"You'll catch a cold in that shirt." he repeated.
Deidara smiled, but as not to let his master see. It was a smile of comfort, to know that some part of this feeling less puppet there was still something that could care- care for him!
"I'll put on a shirt later… yeah."
"… All right then…"
Silence like the dead.