A/N: Hey! Okay, this is my premiere FanFic, so please, feel free to love, hate, or anything in-between. I love criticism; I bask in it, in fact. I also hate flames. If you don't like my story and decide leave a review, don't just say, "This sucks." Tell me why it sucked. Please? Well, without further ado, I bring to you:

THE DISCLAIMER: (lol) I don't own Naruto. If I did, however, It would be what is considered "Grown-ups TV" and would have Yaoi. Everywhere. Srsly.

WARNING: CONTAINS YAOI. BoyxBoy. Don't like, don't read. It's that simple.

Pairing: SasoDei, ItaSasu (Uchihacest), and maybe some hinty hints of a crack PeinSaso?


Sasori POV

"DEIDARA!" Sasori roared, whipping through the wide tunnels that made up the Akatsuki base. Fine, porous steel glimmered menacingly in the dull lights that were strung through the underground cavern, making white, geometrically shaped shadows dance across the rocky walls in an eerie fashion. Despite the murderous aura, there was no noise to be heard in the base. The only noises to be heard, aside from the far-ahead echoes of Sasori's voice, were the soft tap-tap-tap and click-chhk-chik-shh of Sasori's sandals and blades making contact with the tiled floor as the chase continued deeper into the lair, leaving a small trail of translucent purple poison behind.

The only thing running through the Akasuna's mind was: "He would struggle when I tie him to the table, but a small injection of poison could take care of that. Next I'd have to use my scalpel, and make an incision in his neck to create a chakra block in his breathing and blood flow, keeping him in suspended animation. Oh yes- Deidara would make a fine puppet…"

With that manic thought in mind, the redhead continued to race down the ominous caverns, looking for his ex-boyfriend and soon-to-be-puppet, Deidara.

Deidara POV

Deidara's blonde ponytail flapped gallantly as he bolted through the exit of the lair. In the ex-Iwa nin's arms were various scrolls and small trinket boxes- all of which were Sasori's, or gifts he had received from Sasori during their relationship. A medium sized, creamy white, clay bird flapped its elegant wings, coming to a stop above the rippling water next to Deidara. The bomb artist wiped the tears from his cerulean eye and summoned his clay bird, which was currently loaded with Sasori's most prized tools, puppets, blueprint scrolls, and trinkets, to come closer to him to lean on and wait for Sasori to catch up.

Earlier That Day…

Normal POV

A solid glass plate whizzed by the human marionette, whom dodged it expertly, and shattered on the stone-facet wall behind the stove. "What do you mean 'I just don't care', yeah?! We're breaking up, un!?" Deidara shrieked, tears cascading down his pale cheeks. "Why would you end it over something so silly as this, un?! Something that can be revised, for Kami's sake!" the blonde cried out, his mind breaking from the amount of fear, shock, and sadness in it. He was going to have a mental breakdown.

The redhead scoffed, using chakra strings to hurl the glass shard back at the hysterical blonde, whom dodged them in turn. "Silly? Revised? Have you lost your mind?! This isn't a game, Deidara! You can't just get a do-over!" Sasori yelled furiously back at Deidara. "I'm tired of you being such a brat- you're so immature about everything! I've given you second chances, third, fourth, and fifth chances to go along with that, and you've never changed one-single-bit!" The Akasuna yelled, getting agitated. "You flirt with anything that moves, you're never serious about anything; it's always just a game to you! Well, I'm sick if playing Deidara. I love you, but I've come to a sad realization-", Sasori hissed, adding a little more venom than necessary, "-that after all these years of living, learning, and experiencing life, I still make mistakes. And I'm starting to think that you're the worst one yet." Sasori finished, his voice back in a bland monotone, his stance reverted to a more composed and relaxed one.

Deidara listened, the words echoing through his head over and over and over again. The blonde shook his head, his hair messy from being pulled while he was in his wild mental state, falling into his face. Crystalline tears welled up in his eyes, spilling over before he could command them not to. The torn artist ran out of the kitchen, knocking over Tobi and Hidan, whom had been eavesdropping with their ears pressed against the thick door the entire time. Tobi was the first to recover, being the one who landed on top of Hidan. "Poor Senpai! I should go help him!" Tobi cried out, scrambling over the violet-eyed masochist. "Whatever the fuck you do, get off of me you dumb-shit!" the Jashinist yelled, shoving Tobi off before dusting himself off and going into the kitchen to console his long-time friend, Sasori.

Tobi trotted through the hall-like tunnels, looking for his Senpai. "Senpaiii- Where are youuu-?" The sharingan wielder called, giggling when he heard the echoes travel ahead of him. Finally, the mask-wearer found Deidara and Sasori's shared room, and entered gingerly, following the loud sobs, wails, and banging sounds coming from Sasori's workshop. "Psst- Senpai- You're not supposed to be in Danna's workshop! He'll get so angry!" Tobi whispered, feeling the hairs rise on the back of his neck when he received Deidara's death glare.

"Shut the fuck up, un! Don't tell me what to do, yeah! I'm giving that teme what he doesn't deserve for using me like he did!" The blonde yelled through choked sobs.

"Doesn't deserve? That makes no sense, Senapai!" Tobi asked, baffled by Deidara's statement.

"Yeah, un. I'm going to turn all his masterpieces, all his hard work, all his art-" The blonde grinned like a maniac, loading more things into his summoned bird, "-into real art, un. MY art".

Tobi watched Deidara leave, and plunked down to the hardwood floor. 'His art? But how can Senpai make Danna's art into his art? If Danna already made it, doesn't that make it Danna's art?" the Uchiha pondered, lifting his mask and scratching his cheek. 'Well whatever he's doing, I should tell Danna, since it is Danna's art to start with. Maybe Danna knows what Deidara is talking about.' Tobi decided, lifting himself from the floor and running towards the north-wing kitchen. "Danna! Danna! Tobi's got news for you if you can answer Tobi's question! Tobi's a good boy!" the masked one called happily, not knowing what hell he was about to start.


A/N: okay.. Whatcha think? This is my FIRST EVER FIC, so please review. Ideas are welcome, and if I like them, I'll give a shoutout to you and give you credit in the chapter! I'm actually thinking about discontinuing this fic, so please review and tell me wether or not I should continue

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