The two akatsuki artists glared at each other from the opposite sides of their room, obviously the start of another fight. Deidara turned his head and looked towards one of his sculptures, or as he called them 'art'. "I don't see how you can call those old puppets art! Art is something short, un!" Deidara said plainly before looking back at Sasori. Yeah, another daily fight between the two artists. Although it doesn't seem like it, Deidara was head over heels for his red head partner. But being too embarrassed and shy to admit it, things usually ended up in a fight
"Art is eternal, you'd never understand, brat," Sasori hissed, sending a death glare over to Deidara. The puppet reached over to his bag and started to pull out various wooden parts; arms, legs, hands…that is until he heard the sculptor's next comment.
"I understand that it's stupid, un," the blonde said mockingly. Fury started building up in the red head's body, to an uncontrollable point. The next thing he knew, he was on top of Deidara, sending a hard slap across his face. Deidara let out a yelp and Sasori growled, punching the blonde in the rib, only to hear a sickening crack. The puppet stood up and angrily stomped out of the room, leaving the blonde behind. So this is what I get…for protecting something precious to me? A bruise on my face and a few broken ribs, thanks a lot Danna. The sculptor weakly attempted to get up, making him cough up some blood and fall back down again.
"EEK! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!!!" Kai, one of Itachi's servants shrieked, running into the artists' room. She slumped against the door and looked over to Deidara's bed and let out a gasp. "Deidara-sama! What happened?" she asked, running to the sculptor's side.
"G-go a-away u-un," Deidara stuttered, sending Kai a tear filled glare.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong," she said, putting a hand on the blonde's forehead.
"D-danna a-and I-I g-got i-into a-a f-fight…" the sculptor trailed off. "THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR PROTECTING SOMETHING PRECIOUS TO ME, UN!" Deidara shouted before burying his face into a pillow.
"Oh geez Deidara…well can I at least try to heal your ribs?" Kai asked, stroking his hair. He gave her a weak nod and the raven started to run her hands over his ribs, quickly healing them. "What do you think of him?"
"I-I love him, un," Deidara whispered. At that moment Sasori barged into the room and grabbed the sculptor's arm.
"We have a mission brat," Sasori growled, dragging him out of the room.
Deidara slumped against a tree, completely exhausted. He looked up at the star filled sky and started to slowly drift to sleep.
The puppet looked at his blonde partner from inside Hiroku, guilt and misery filling his head. Maybe I was a little too harsh on the kid, too late now. A lone tear slid from Sasori's eye, falling onto his hand. He lifted the liquid to his face and inspected it like something he had never seen before. The red head slowly got out of his puppet and kneeled next to Deidara, inspecting the bruise on his face. He unawarely started to stroke the boy's hair, making his eyes snap open in shock.
"Get away from me, un!" Deidara whispered in obvious fear before sprinting away from the campsite.