Alright. This story is entirely based off of a roleplay that me and a friend did. I made some changes to it….but I hope it all turns out alright in the end. xD

This story is entirely dedicated to the person who helped me write this. She played Sasori's role in the RP. Therefore, I give her half of the credit.

By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOLLY. I hope you like this horrible little drabble I wrote. ;3

This is all from Deidara's point of view for those of you who can't figure that out.

That said…Enjoy. This is my first submission so I wouldn't be too surprised if it sucks. xD

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Naruto. If I did, Sasuke would be dead, Naruto would be impaled on a stick, and the Akatsuki would rule the world.

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I hated the silence. So stifling… and depressing. It had been this way for months. Nearly two years ago, I had been forced to join the Akatsuki. Even worse was the person I was forced to be partnered with. They had said that we would be a good team since we were both artists…They couldn't have been more wrong. My right eye scanned upwards to the other side of the room where the redhead sat. As usual, he was paying zero attention to me and was entirely engrossed in the thing he called art lying on the table in front of him. He was a puppet master. And he thought it was art to turn humans into his puppets for battle. He argued with me often saying, "Art is eternal! It should last the test of time and be admired forever!"

'Ridiculous.' I looked away from him with a hint of disgust. I focused on my hand which held a ball of clay within it. I closed my hand around it, liking the feel of it against my skin. I set to work then, and within moments I had a small butterfly rested on my fingertips. I smirked ever so slightly. I knew my art was the better. Art is to be fleeting, its beauty lasting only a moment before withering away. That is what it truly meant. The explosions I created were beautiful. And they were true art.

I made a few hand signs with my free hand and the butterfly lifted effortlessly from my fingers and began to flutter about the room. I didn't notice when my partner glanced up, glaring obvious daggers at my creation as it hovered closer to him.

A harsh smacking broke the silence.

My butterfly was gone.

My eyes narrowed in a glare that I focused upon the puppet master. He glared back in return. Beneath his hand lie the remains of the butterfly.

My fists clenched at my sides. However, I didn't speak. I knew what would ensue. It would just be another pointless argument that wasn't worth my time. I knew it would be the same thing we had been arguing about since we had been teamed up. I didn't feel like repeating myself right now, even though I wanted to bash my artistic views into his head so badly. The least he could do was respect it. I didn't go around blowing up his 'art'. I'd like to though…

I growled low in my throat and looked down again. I wasn't going to start anything right now. I honestly didn't want to for once. Instead I chose to pull another ball of clay from the bag attached to my belt. I busied myself with my new creation to subdue the rage I was feeling. Soon, I had a bird perched upon my palm. Again, I formed a few hand signs and it began to flap its wings and fly about the room. It stayed out of the reach of the irritable redhead and then landed upon the railing at the end of my bed. It tilted its head slightly. I smiled a bit as it looked around the room.

I heard a quiet movement from in front of me and looked up in time to see the redhead stand. I thought he was looking at me, but only after I saw his fingers twitch did I realize he was looking past me. My eyes barely caught sight of the kunai before it flew past me and pierced the bird. Then his gaze settled on me. With another quick movement of his fingers, he used one of his chakra strings to pull the kunai back into his hand.

I finally couldn't stand it any longer and I got to my feet, my hands clenched tight at my sides again. My knuckles were white from the effort it was taking to not do something overly stupid. "I can't stand this anymore! You're a complete asshole to me every day! You're constantly either criticizing or destroying my art, un! I don't go around blowing up your shit, do I? And the only time you ever say anything is when I do something wrong! I show respect to you no matter how much I don't want to! The least you could do is show a little to me, un!" My voice had risen sharply during my mini rant. I tried to calm my self, but it was harder that I thought it would be.

A short bitter laugh answered me.

"So, what? You hate me? That's fine by me. I've never seen a reason for you to be a part of this organization anyway!" His voice sounded like it was dripping with venom just like the blades he and his puppets used in battle.

I flinched. For some reason, the sting of that one comment hurt much more than it should have. Yet, I knew he was right. I didn't belong here. In all truth, I would be happy to leave. I never really understood why I had been forced to join in the first place. I knew I didn't want to be here…So what compelled me to stay and put up with it for so long? An internal argument ensued.

It didn't last long though. I heard footsteps approaching me. I glared vehemently at my partner and automatically tensed, ready to fight. He stopped not far from me, staring at me with what I decided was annoyance. We stayed that way for a moment. Eventually, I got sick of it and turned my back to him with a huff. I started to take a step toward my bed. I wasn't in the mood for a fight involving physical pain.

However, as soon as I turned my back I did feel something, but it certainly wasn't painful. I felt warmth; an embrace.

For a second, I was confused. Then, I was panicky. I had no idea what I was supposed to do now. Was he really…hugging me? Or was he just luring me into a false sense of security?I wanted to say something. However, my mouth decided not to work at that moment. It opened, but no sound came past my lips.

Thankfully, I didn't have to think. He stepped back and coughed. "I…must have tripped."

I didn't believe that for even a second. But what I found even more confusing still was why had he done it? That made less sense than his pathetic excuse. I didn't have a clue what to say, or if I should say anything at all. It felt like it was getting harder to breathe, even though I knew that my lungs were working just fine. His voice broke the silence that was consuming me.

"Speak a word of this to anyone and I'll be sure you regret it."

I knew he meant it. But it's not like I was going to go out and broadcast to everyone what he had just done. That would be stupid. I only ever really talked to Hidan anyway. I didn't face him, but I nodded slightly. I heard his retreating footsteps and took the opportunity to glance over my shoulder at him. I felt something strange stir within me then. It was like it had been there for a while now, but it was just staring to really make itself known. I was mystified by the fact that what I was feeling was telling me that I wanted to be held again. I shook away the thought. However, the strange feeling remained. Before I realized I had opened my mouth, I spoke.

"Sasori-no-danna…?"

He turned, facing me with his usual blank and distant stare.

"What is it, brat?"

I had no idea why I had said it. It had just happened. I looked away quickly. "N-nothing, un."

I expected him to respond by saying something like, "If you don't have anything to say to me then don't say my name!" However, I was met by only silence. I looked back at him again. In his eyes, I now saw the confusion that I felt. This only proved to confuse me further. I wasn't used to seeing any kind of emotion on his face -- unless it was anger, of course.

He moved so suddenly then, that if you had blinked, you'd miss it.

I blinked.

Suddenly he was there, right in front of me. He looked down at the ground and I heard him mutter, almost too quiet to hear.

"Forgive my desires…for I am only a puppet to them."

And then I was on the floor.

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AUGH. Sorry. Short first chapter. It's only gonna be three or four chapters long…it's not a long story at all. I just wanted to split it up because it's too long for a one-shot… D: I JUST HOPE YOU LIKED IT. owo

People reading this, you get cookies and soda and pocky and SUSHI. I love you. 8D

Until chapter two~!