First story submitted, ever! Flames will be considered, but don't burn it to a crisp, 'kay?
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters.
A young-looking redhead walked calmly down the darkened street with only a few flickering lights to illuminate his way.
The street was cracked with many years of wear and potholes littered the surface. It was obviously not the better side of town, but this didn't seem to bother the redhead.
The few people that happened to be on that road quickly scurried out of his way. This was for several reasons.
One, he was quite obviously emanating a threatening aura as his uniquely red-brown eyes glinted in the dim lighting. The light he was walking under flickered and went out as he passed, adding to his eerie appearance.
And two; most people were aware of who he was, and not in a good way. You see, this boy, or man really, was the infamous Akasuna no Sasori. He was most famous among normal people for his beautifully crafted puppets that he made. The puppets were rumored to be made from actual humans, which was why everyone skirted him all the time.
Among a smaller and lesser known group, he was known as a very powerful vampire who was highly respected.
Yes, he was a vampire. A blood-sucking, night-walking vampire. And he was not patient with those who disagreed with him on this fact, nor had he any patience in any other matters.
Which was why he was currently tapping his foot as his eyes narrowed, waiting impatiently for someone. He was standing near the corner, yet the light from the lamppost near him didn't seem to illuminate him at all.
Sasori was waiting for his...acquaintance. He couldn't really call him a friend, mostly because the Akasuna didn't do friends.
He had gotten a call earlier from his acquaintance, Uchiha Itachi who had wanted to come and hunt with him for some reason. This worked in Sasori's favor because he hadn't had any blood for a couple of days and he was getting kind of thirsty. And when he was thirsty, people had better watch out.
Sasori growled softly at a woman who had gotten too close. She squeaked in fear and scuttled away. Sasori smirked; he loved terrorizing people, especially since he was in a sadistic mood.
A shout to his left made him glance to the side with a small frown. He sighed when he recognized Tobi, a younger, more hyper vampire. The orange-wearing Tobi sprinted towards Sasori as if running away from something. His dark hair caught a bit of light as he dashed under a yellow streetlight, not slowing down as he headed right for Sasori.
The redhead stepped to the side to avoid Tobi.
Tobi waved quickly to Sasori as he hurtled past and threw himself in a dumpster with a sickening squelch.
"You're dead!"
Sasori turned back toward the way Tobi had came to see a blond blur speeding toward him. His red-brown eyes widened when the person bowled him over, falling on top of him.
Winded, Sasori found himself staring up into the bluest eye he had ever seen. The eye blinked and the owner got off Sasori quickly.
The person held out a hand to help the redhead up. Sasori ignored it and got up himself, quietly dusting himself off before sending the blond a dirty glare. He got a better look at the blond in the dim light.
The girl had long blond hair that fell to her waist except a part that was kept in a high ponytail and some was over the left side of her face, obscuring her other eye. Her vibrant blue eye was slanted in a slightly exotic way and had a thick layer of eyeliner. Her neck was long and slender, as was her body.
"What the hell, brat?" Sasori growled finally.
The blond blinked, and to Sasori's surprise bowed lightly to him.
"My apologies, un." The blond's voice was deep and Sasori immediately knew it was a boy. The blond straightened and looked Sasori in the eye. "Did you happen to see a strange, orange-clothed man run past by any chance, un?"
"No." Sasori lied flatly. He was inwardly snickering at Tobi being called a 'strange, orange-clothed man'.
"Hm." The blond hummed, obviously displeased.
"Is that who you were chasing?"
"Yes. He addressed me as a 'pretty girl', un." The blond replied.
"Stupid idiot. You ran into me." Sasori growled. "Who are you?"
"I am Deidara." The blond answered simply.
"…Last name?" Sasori asked.
"Last…name?" Deidara looked confused. Sasori shook his head.
"Nevermind, brat. I'll let you go with a warning this time. " Sasori said, thinking that the blond's stupidity wasn't worth it. Deidara nodded unsurely, still a bit confused.
"Sasori."
The redhead turned to see a young, dark-haired man walk up to him. He had blood-red eyes that glanced at Deidara emotionlessly before shifting back to Sasori.
The redhead sighed and answered the silent question.
"This idiot knocked me over. I was going to kill him, but he's just an idiot, like Tobi."
Deidara stiffened and drew himself up straight, lifting his chin.
"Excuse me, do you know who you are talking to?" Deidara said.
"Uchiha Itachi. I don't remember inviting you to say anything, brat." Sasori shot back. "Now shut up."
"Don't tell me to shut up, you peasant!" Deidara said angrily.
"Peasant? You're certainly a strange brat, aren't you?" Sasori said in a bored tone. "And don't insult me, brat."
"I am not strange!" Deidara said indignantly. "If Ramses hears you say that, he'll crush you like a bug!"
"Who is Ramses?" Itachi asked calmly.
"My master and the King of Egypt, un."
Okay, since this is my first submitted story, please don't kill me! Anyway, I am really bad at research and honestly, I'm lazy, so the history of the story probably won't be so good. The other Akatsuki will be in this too. I don't know of I'll do other pairings. It's pretty fun to write though!