A/N:I don't own Naruto, god, it would just be a darker and yaoi version of Ouran Host Club (You know you love it) This will be a DeiSaso story (Deidara seme, Sasori uke), and an original story. I don't own the characters involved (unless their name starts with a 'B' with the exception of Baki), and I don't own the settings (except for the buildings being blown up). I just started writing this on a whim. I know Sasori is actually only a tiny bit taller than Deidara-san, but in all respect to him, I see Sasori as a uke. That's how it plays in my brain.

Warning (for the whole story): There may or may not be pedophilia in later chapters, there's strong language, some lime scenes, and a few lemons [if all goes according to plan] in here. If this isn't your cup of tea, then put the saucer down!

'Beautiful.' Was all the blond could think as he gazed upon the glass-caged puppet.

Deidara Isanti, age nineteen, was a new employee on the demolition squad known as Katsu. The demo squad consisted of three bombers, one accountant, and their employers. Not to mention one really friendly guy they used to help negotiate with rioters. Right now, the demo squad was in the desert village known as the Hidden Sand (Deidara thought the name unoriginal and didn't respect it). While heading to the motel that he and the others would be staying at, he happened to look into the window of a puppet shop called 'Akasuna'. He had went inside to mock the shop; he firmly believed that puppetry was a horrible work of art (un) when he saw…it. It happened to be the most gorgeous puppet Deidara ever saw. Not to mention the biggest. That puppet looked only a little shorter than Deidara himself. This puppet's face looked eerily like flesh, and was pale flesh at that. Not the tanned version you get in the desert. This puppet had short red hair, that lay flat on the top, but spiked at the bottom in both an elegant, and childish way. Not to mention the most feminine eyes Deidara had ever seen. Perfectly almond-shaped, with long eyelashes, and the eyes themselves looked a little big (perfectly feminine eyes). And then there was their coloration. Those eyes were the deepest, and darkest, caramel brown that Deidara had ever seen. Looking into them, he could just make out where the iris stopped and the 'pupil' began. It was a beautiful puppet. One that deserved to be preserved in an art gallery, not a crummy puppet shop! Deidara went straight to the counter, to the old woman behind it, deciding to right this crime against all things elegant.

"How much do you want for the redheaded puppet, there, un?" he asked the elderly woman. She looked up at him, her eyes cold and serious (with a barely noticeable likeness to the puppet), and then she cackled.

"Trust me, you don't want him! He'd be a bigger trouble than a Desert Scorpion! In fact, that's his name!" As she continued to cackle, Deidara gave her a stare of question. "The puppet's name, boy! It's Akasuna no Sasori!" she explained, in good humor.

"'Scorpion of the Red Sand'? Why is that, un?" he asked looking at the harmlessly beautiful puppet.

"Cuz it's who I named him after. I named that puppet after my grandson, Sasori. That puppet right there is my grandson's greatest creation." She explained with a proud smile.

"Where's your grandson?"

"He's dead."

"Oh! I'm sorry, un! I shouldn't've asked!" The old woman started to cackle again. She patted Deidara on the shoulder, in a reassuring, 'don't worry about it' kind of way.

"I'll tell you what…" she started, "How about I let you take Sasori. All he does is give me some bad memories, and in return, you can tell your boss that Granny Chiyo sends her hope, and approval." She told him. Deidara gasped in amazement.

"You're Akasuna no Chiyo?!" he demanded, the old woman let out another hearty cackle and nodded her head. Deidara suddenly grinned broadly. They really needed Chiyo's approval to do work here in the Hidden Sand, and that was an amazing deal. "Gee, thanks Chiyo-sensei! You're being a really good pal here, un!" Deidara thanked her as she walked over to the display shelf and opened the glass cage boxed that held Sasori. She smiled as she lifted the puppet down from the display and held the puppet out to Deidara.

"It's no problem, Deidara. He was getting to be a handful anyway." She said as he took the puppet from her arms. Deidara had no idea what she meant by that. How could such a beautiful puppet cause problems for such a nice lady? He took the puppet from her arms and was surprised by its…perfect weight. It wasn't too light, and it wasn't too heavy.

"Thank you again, Chiyo-sensei! It really has been an honor!" he said gratefully before leaving the store carrying his prize in his arms. Chiyo watched him run from the store, and laughed softly at the eager expression on his face.

"No, thank you Deidara-san…I can finally let that broken puppet go."

A/N: And that is Chapter One! (Do you have a habit of leaving people in suspense like that?) Huh? I have no idea what you mean…

Duke: The fact that you always leave on a climax, basically, instead of a resolution.

Kiro: Yeah yeah!

Oh…I had no idea…oh well, I just like to do that, I guess.

Duke: You love to torture people.

Kiro: Umm….sadism?

Duke: Yep.

You are all so cruel to me! Please, be nicer than Duke and the dreaded mental voice of parenthesis (Hey!) and review please!