Hello! Here just some quick info for all you who don't follow me on tumblr or DeviantArt!

Iris is my Sasodei child oc that I've been working on for quite some time and this story is basically a way for me to explain how she acts, how her personality had formed and how her childhood was. Even though she's pretty old in this story I'll write some parts as flashback to tell about important milestones in her life where she was younger.

Iris is named after the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls because that is the song I refer to as "Sasori and Deidaras' song". Like every couple have their couple song. Her mother's name is Seo because I'm uncreative and it was pretty. I thought that the closest Sasori and Deidara could have to have their own child would be if they got themselves an egg downer and a surrogate mother. So Iris is actually not Sasoris' biological daughter but Seos' and Deidaras'. Deidara provided the sperm and they bought the egg from Seo who also carried Iris. She lives at her mother's place when her dads' are out on missions and her mother has an orphanage so she is surrounded by kids all the time. Iris exist in an alternative time line where Sasori survives his battle with Chiyo and Sakura and once the artist join up again they decide that (since both almost died) they want to have a child together. One year later Iris is born.

Prologue

"There we go! This should hold until we get back to the hideout." Sasori sighed while gently brushing his hand against the newly bandaged stump that was the remains of Deidaras left arm. The blond gave the, no longer hurting, arm a lift and examined it. After having it sloppy bandaged up for four days with no changes it had started to look pretty bad and infected, but nothing that Sasori couldn't handle. Being teammates with a medical trained shinobi sure had its benefits.

Deidara gave his partner a short 'thank you' as he carefully felt the stump with his still intact arm. With a huff and a pet on the blonds' head Sasori stood up and walked back to Hiruko to put his tools away. "What would I do without you Danna, hm..?" The blond chuckled. The nice feeling in his arm made him grin so stupidly.

"You would be dead." Sasori chuckled back with one foot inside Hiruko as he was getting back inside to be ready for when their enemy attacked.

The blond yelped to stop Sasori in his tracks and waved to get his attention. "You could at least help me get my cloak back on, hm." He sighed defeated, motioning to the open cloak he was sitting on, shielding him from the cold cave ground.

Sasori apologized with another chuckle and returned to once again crouch at his partner, this time helping him slide his arms back into the cloaks sleeves. Both their breath feel in sync as the puppet slowly buttoned up the cloth; intentionally he moved closer to hang over his younger partner.

"You're always so cocky... And so sure of yourself, I can live on my own yanno, hm." Deidara smiled as they were inches from each other's faces. The caramel eyes looked up into the sapphire ones, the older man took a second to just stare. Not to think, his answer was clear as water but the beautiful man he loved so dearly always distracted him. He responded to the young man's smile with one of his own.

"Yeah... But I don't think I could ever live alone again."

The lumpy puppet gave the blond a last annoyed glance before he soared out the cave on his bird, disobeying him once again. How could he even be in love with that brat? It was an interesting question. One he couldn't think of now seeing he would have to battle his grandmother first.

Sasoris glare was sharp as knife in his neck as he flew out, the jinchuuriki chased him all according to his plan. Or Sasori wouldn't call it a plan, he was improvising. But improvising was a plan in its self. And he still had the confident from taking down the last jinchuuriki, this would be no problem. Sasori was just grumpy.

So she used the antidote to save the girl. Smart move since she had a stronger chance of finishing him, Sasori thought. But what was the point of winning this fight anymore? Big parts of his collection were destroyed. Months and months of work gone in a flash, shattered across the cave. Sasori watched the two women from a far, deciding his next move. He didn't have many seconds to think. He had to make a choice. Risk it or go home safe. But what was his home without his puppets? He'd never had a home, never had a family. But he did have something worth more than this victory. In a flash he escaped running off into the woods on wooden legs and only one arm holding the robe up so he wouldn't trip. He was already weak like this so he needed to put as much space behind him as fast as possible so he could met up with backup.

Sakuras' body twitched as the puppeteer jumped off but Chiyos' pained wail seconds after pulled her attention back. Chiyos' last moments were more important than that coward.

Deidara escaped as a clone took over his place in the fight. If he only had his left arm, then he could hold the right cloak arm shut and not leave a trail of blood after himself. Hopefully they were all to "caught up" in his explosion to notice. After losing his second arm he didn't have much choice. He could take them all down with him or escape. He had chosen the second for one simple reason. He had made a promise. He wasn't far away from the meeting spot. Sasori would scroll him so for being reckless. He could hardly wait!

Deidara arrived at the meeting point first, hiding against a tree he jumped up and down restlessly, fearing that if he stopped he would pass out. "Common, where are you?" He muttered while looking around impatiently. He would come! He was coming! He couldn't be hurt... right?

"Oh thank heavens you're alright!" Deidara heard from behind and he barely had time to turn around before Sasori was around his neck with his single arm, kissing him all over. The younger member laughed low trying not to cause a scene and stopped Sasori, showing him the new wound. As happy and relieved as he was he couldn't ignore the fact that he was bleeding to death slowly.

"What happened to you? You look terrible, hm!" Deidara teased as the puppet started healing his wound shut for now. He needed to stop the bleeding first, reattaching arms would come later.

"I could say the same of you." Sasori snorted and placed one more kiss on Deidaras cheek.

Deidara was his home now.

Sasori and he had made a pact.

He wanted to be with the blond forever.

Never would they abandon each other. Not even death could part them, because they had made a promise to never die on a mission.