A certain red headed puppet master was working on his Third Kazekage puppet. His temporary work space was small and making it hard to not to make noise when he would accidently knock his tools on to the ground. And if that didn't irritate him enough, the snoring, blond haired fool in the bed on the other side of the room made it worse. All day the dumbass had been causing problems, first by underestimating their target, again, then got the wings of his clay bird sliced off and crashed landed into a lake with both himself and Sasori on it. After they captured the target and handed him in, they then headed to an inn so Deidara could eat and get some rest. Deidara complained the whole way to the inn about being cold.
Sasori reached for a screw driver and knocked about the five others onto the ground with a loud clatter. He mentally cursed and bent down starting to pick them up.
"S...Sasori no Danna...what was that...hmmm?" A sleepy groan came from across the room. Sasori mentally beat him self this time for waking that annoyance up. He simply ignored Deidara and went back to work, hoping that he would go back to sleep. Sasori tightened a few screws in the puppets right knee joint, slowly and slowly focusing back on the puppet.
A little sound from Deidara caught Sasori's attention. It was a sniffle. He turned to face Deidara's way, and for a split second Sasori could have swore that Deidara might be crying. He was trembling under his blanket and every other few breaths he would sniffle. Sasori got up and walked over to him. He stared at the trembling form of the pyro, not sure of what to do.
"Deidara?..." Sasori shook his shoulder slightly only to receive a grunt. "Deidara. Wake up." He shook the blond's shoulder harder that time.
"Wha..." Deidara turned slightly towards Sasori. His voice held a hint of congestion.
"You were shaking or shivering in you're sleep. Just thought you might want to know..." Sasori noted the congestion in Deidara's voice.
"Whate-hhh...whatever, hmph..." Sasori raised an eyebrow when Deidara jumbled with his words a little. But just as Sasori was about to walk away Deidara's breathing fell into a weird pattern. "Hhh..hih...hh-hhh..." Deidara scrubbed his nose with his knuckles and sighed slightly as the small tickle in is nose disappeared. His muscles visually tightened suddenly. "Hih-hhh-hh..." He tilted his head back lightly, his face scrunched up and his nostrils flared with each desperate gasp. "Huh'kktschew!" His upper body snapped forward. The tickle had come back and it didn't stop after one. "Hh-hhptschhoo!Huh-EHH-tshchshuhh! Huptschhh! Hh-hh-hh-HHPTSCHH!" The last one made hi throat fee raw and his nostrils burned in sharp pain. When Deidara opened his watering eyes he sensed Sasori's eyes staring at the back of his head. He sniffled, and turned around to look a the older Akatsuki.
Sasori made a face of disgust and picked up the box of tissues on the nightstand and Tossed them to Deidara.
"Use a tissue brat. And get that checked, nothing should be that discolored." Sasori walked back over to his puppet. Deidara blushed from embarrassment, pulled out a tissue and quickly cleaned his face blew his nose.
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End?
I'll continue this as a story if I'm asked to.