Sasori lifted a hand up in unison with the other, releasing chakra strings intertwined with one another. He then shifted his weight to the other foot, steadying his grip on the gooey, semi-hard clay that had taken place on his favorite puppet Hiruko. He cursed beneath his breath abruptly, eyes filling with annoyance.
Meanwhile, Deidara peeped cautiously through the small crack in the wooden wall, struggling to muffle his own means of laughter. At this, Sasori disassembled the head of Hiruko and threw it out of the door, the head landing on Deidara. Before he knew it, the bomb exploded, but Sasori could not escape due to the fact that his Akatsuki cloak got caught on the door knob.
Deidara, now covered in ash, had given up muffling his laughter, rolling around on the floor clutching his stomach. Sasori's cranium now dislocated from the random explosion lay across the hall, his eyes staring menacingly at Deidara. He was speechless, his body lying limp by the doorframe. Deidara's giggle fit continued as he picked up Sasori's dissembled head by his bright red hair bringing it up to his eye level. He then furthered his trickery by taking the helpless puppet and locking lips with him before cradling him into his chest.
Sasori closed his eyes tightly, being crushed with much force. "Mmph….," he tried to speak, but his lips were making friction with a cloak, and instead, he decided to give up.
"I know danna-un….you want me to put you back, huh?" Just let me hold you for a minute, un? When you're not pulling the strings for once…."
With this statement Deidara kissed the top of Master Sasori's head, his golden hair trickling the others face gently. Sasori looked down, remaining silent. After a minute or two, he peered back up at Deidara and met icy blue eyes within his own, reacting by trying to turn away. Before he did, he nodded.
Deidara's black polished nails softly grasped Sasori's face and turned his head to meet his blue eyes again and then smiled, kissing the flaming haired puppet once more.
Sasori had blushed this time. Having another kiss did not feel eternal. He had only wished it did, but this, he did not show any affection to.
"Please place my head back on my body immediately…..," the red-head mumbled with a monotone voice. At this, Deidara pouted while holding Sasori at arms length, his innocent eyes revealing sadness. He pulled Sasori close again, putting his mouth beside Sasori's ears, his hot, sweet-smelling breath murmuring, "If that is truly what you want danna-un…." He then threw the others head to the ground, rolling it like a bowling ball rapidly to Sasori's motionless body. It had hit like a strike at the man's neck, and by the time Sasori recovered, he could see Dei's blonde pony tail disappearing through the doorframe in the hallway.
Sasori rolled his eyes and brought his wooden arms up to his head, twisting it on as tight as he could. He then got up quickly, following the blonde, but was met with only darkness. It was too late it seemed. He had thought to himself, 'That idiot had already left for their mission without me. Some kind of companion he was….'