Puppeteer
I don't own Naruto or related characters
Deidara always knew that puppets could move, whenever him and Sasori where alone, his expression would change to one of boredom rather than his usual smiling grace.
"good night Deidara pleasant dreams" his mother, a soft young woman.
"…", the caseworker who visits every Friday.
But Deidara never sleeps after they leave, he waits. Till he hears the door closing shut, and the echoing click as his mother turns off her bedroom light. Staring, staring for hours trying to stay awake, sometimes unsuccessfully, but sometimes in the dead of night.
He would see Danna dance.
With a fluid graceful moment, Sasori will stand. As ritualistically of the night as the sun rising in the morning Sasori rips free of his strings and little puppet clothes.
Step-Step, Dance-Dance, Sasori picks Harkuno,(Deidara's dead father's) the mask from the desk (Deidara has made it a habit to keep him closer so he can see Sasori's bright eyes).
Sasori dances crazily and possesses all the other dancers, and on occasion kidnaps his neighbor's plant. He whips and steps, taps and keeps to an silent beat.
And then suddenly, they all crash cruelly against the floor, abandoned by whatever majic that had worked out its force.
Sasori stands still, and for a second Deidara can see his wings.
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case workers ya know, a socal worker to make sure the family is alright
A/N: so people what do you know, tell me what you want, do you want more story or no?
