"Hey, doll-boy!" A thin pale hand with disgusting burnt skin near the elbow carelessly sent blond hair flying into the air from the boy's shoulders.
"Hurry up there! Can't you make your ugly doll-thing move faster, un?"
"Call me that one more time and you'll look like this "ugly doll-thing" yourself" Sasori said, his face as emotionless and blank as always.
"Yeah, whatever" The blond sent his hair flying into the air again "Like you would actually do something, puppet-face, un. Go cry to you parents. Oops… Sorry, I forgot! You turned them into worthless pieces of wood. Boo fucking Hoo, un." The boy laughed and continued making little birds from clay, while humming a catchy tune.
Sasori's face twisted. He heard enough insults from the bomber already, but this was getting too far. How dare that brat insult his parents? That vile thing, with pretty blue eyes, long golden hair and those abominable filthy hand-mouths devouring white clay. Exploding everything on his way, all cocky and easygoing and brave and graceful and et cetera.
Pretty hair glimmer in the sunlight, blue skies and white clouds drift above his saint-like head.
Without further hesitation, the puppet master pulled a string and the giant scorpion tale went flying towards the bomber.
Golden hair flew into the air, mixed with blood and flesh. A piercing scream escaped his lips and Deidara fell to his knees. Sasori could see broken ribs, mixed with blood, blond hair and pieces of tissue. He pulled the scorpion tail out of the boy's chest. His massacred body fell to the ground, clay flowing from the lifeless hand-mouths, getting mixed wit the crimson blood and dry sand, blue eyes empty and wide.
Sasori suddenly snapped back into reality. Deidara was there, walking in front of him, so fragile, pretty and disgusting. He sent his hair flying into the air again. And again. And again.
"His time will come" Sasori thought to himself while calming down "And if it won't be me, who rips his body to shreds, I know there will be other volunteers. A matter of time. It is all just a matter of time"
Blond hair flew into the air, caressing gently the horribly burnt skin.
"You're gonna get yourself killed" Sasori muttered.
"I know. Isn't that fun?" The boy turned around and laughed.