::Disclaimer:: No, I don't own Naruto or the Akatsuki. If I did the art would suck and it probably would've never existed. But since it does exist I don't own it.
Oh... and sorry if some characters are OOC, it just fit the story.
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"Sasoriiiiiiii?" whined the overly bored bomber as he flopped down on Sasori's bed, head hanging over the edge and arm swung over his eyes. "There's nothing to dooo! …un, I'm so BORED!" Hearing no reply Deidara peeked out from under his arm only to see said Sasori not paying the least bit attention to him. "Danna!" He said even louder, rolling over to his stomach, "listen to me! Un."
"Quiet brat, I'm trying to fix this." Sasori said, not looking up from his damaged puppet. He was going over fine details; one slip and it could be all ruined… again.
"Your so mean to me Danna! You don't love me anymore…" the blonde sniffled, pretending to cry. Seeing that it had no effect on Sasori he stopped, looking at him. "Danna?" He asked. "Why do you like puppets so much? I mean they're kinda... creepy, un. And plus they're not really art, they're toooo... not explody. Unless you made one that blew up, then the act of it's departure would be art. Don't you think so too Sasori no Danna?" Sasori remained quiet, but Deidara could see his jaw grow tense. "I guess not..." He sighed, "I'm still bored though."
Sighing Sasori turned away from his puppet and looked irritably down at Deidara. "Can't you just go and find someone else to bother? Like Kisame or something?"
"But I wanna bother you, Danna." Deidara smiled brightly as Sasori's features drooped back to his usual expression.
"Of course you do," muttered Sasori as he turned back to his puppet.
A few moments passed before Deidara got up from the bed smirking and crossed over to behind Sasori, watching him smooth out nicks and scratches on the puppet. Sasori narrowed his eyes as Deidara got closer to him, a bubble of annoyance growing bigger. Dropping down to ear level, Deidara smirked as he saw the tension rise in Sasori's face. He took a deep breath…
"Don't mess up!" Deidara yelled, quickly jumping back to avoid the knife swinging in his direction.
"That's it!" The puppeteer said his patience wasted. "Out! Get out right now!"
"But Sasori no Dan-…"
"OUT!" Sasori yelled pointing the knife at the door.
"Okay, okay!" Deidara said, inching himself around his partner towards the door. Before closing the door he took one last look at the fuming Sasori, "I really do hope you didn't mess up." The glare he got from Sasori really made him wish they didn't share the same room.
Deidara got as far from the room as he possible could while still being inside the Akatsuki hideout (which still wasn't as far as he would've liked). This took him into the living room where Hidan was watching some horror movie while Kisame read a book. Both took no notice of him as he crossed and sat down in his favourite chair, sighing as he did so.
He didn't like it when Sasori got mad, especially at him. He would give him the cold shoulder for days on end and refused to listen to him. But this was the first time he ever yelled at him, and he knew that he wouldn't forgive him that easily.
"Kisame?" Deidara asked, turning towards him.
"Mmm?" he grunted, looking up from his book.
"I think Sasori's mad at me… un"
"And that would be different from any other day?" The shark asked jokingly.
"Yeah, because this time he yelled at me. He never yells! What if… what if he never forgives me, Kisame!? What if he hates me now?" The blonde was on the verge of tears.
"Hey now," Kisame said, putting down his book. "From what I know you are the only person he even remotely gets along with. Even with all the fights and what not. You won't get rid of him that easily."
Deidara sniffed, "really?"
"Yeah, and if you go up and apologize this will be over sooner."
"But Kisame… Sasori's scary when he's angry. What if he doesn't accept it? Un."
"He will." Kisame said reassuringly.
"No he won't." Hidan said bluntly, smirking. "He'll be mad at you forever so I wouldn't even fucking try."
Deidara stared at Hidan with wide eyes. "Wha… What?" He asked in miserable disbelief.
"Hidan!" Kisame said angrily. "Don't listen to him Dei. You just go up there when you feel like it and apologize."
"Al… alright." Deidara said turning his attention to the low budget horror movie, watching as some girl caked with make up crept around an old house with a knife looking for some monster thing. As she turned the corner dramatic music started to play as a shadow appeared behind her. Gasping, the girl turned and saw the monster. She continued to stab it while screaming obnoxiously throughout the whole thing, only to find she was surrounded by monsters at the end. Deidara hoped that they would eat the girl and that would be it, but of course she had to kill each and every one while making weird stabby sounds. Having quiet enough of the movie and not knowing what possessed Hidan to watch such a horrid thing, Deidara got up and made his way back to Sasori and his room, feeling slightly less miserable.
Standing nervously outside the door he wondered if this was really a good idea. What if he tried attacking him again? What if Hidan was right and he was angry forever? Well your going to have to do this at some point, Deidara thought as he knocked twice on the door. There was no answer. Taking a deep breath he opened the door slightly and saw Sasori working on his puppet again. Stepping into the room Sasori glanced at him and then continued working.
"Umm, Sasori?" Deidara asked cautiously. "Danna, un?"
"What Brat?" Came the muttered response.
"Are… are you still mad at me? Because if… if you are I'm sorry." Deidara looked down at his feet. He really did hate apologizing; it made him feel too soft. But with Sasori it was different. They would disagree to no end, but he was his best friend. "I was annoying and I shouldn't have made you mad." Deidara looked up at the back of his partner's head. "Please don't be mad at me forever!"
Sasori put down his carving tool and turned to face his partner. "No, I'm not mad anymore brat." He watched as the blonde's face lit up. "Just don't do that again." Sasori said seriously.
Deidara smiled. "Okay Danna!" He chimed as he went to sit on Sasori's bed again, this time interested in watching the puppet master fix his art.
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