Name: All's Well That Ends Well
By: Rheda
Type: general/romance/adventure
Pairings: DeidaraXooc
Full Summary: Just one wrong thing while doing a Jutsu can certainly cause chaos. While Deidara was practicing a jutsu that Yasha was teaching him, it backfired... but not on him, Sasori, who was changed in a cute six year – human. Little Sasori, noticing the way they acted around each other and times, relises the two adults he decided to call is mom and dad were in love, only denying it.
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A/N This is something I came up with right before I fell asleep a couple of nights ago. Its finished on a paper already... I'm probably going to make another book to this if I ever finish it and if enough people like this story. This is probably slightly AU
Disclaimer: All characters (except the made-up) belong the Masashi Kishimoto. Plot for this story is MINE though...
Chapter 1
The bright flash of light – the chakra, in other words – hit him right in the chest. A gasp of ssurprise, then the red-head puppeteer fell the the ground. From what Deidara saw, he could have swore that his partner had shrunk. Taking a step closer towards the black and red lump on the ground of the living room, worry starting to boil inside him, he bit his lip lightly. The lump moved, a head poked through the opening of the Akatsuki cloak. Deidara gapped. No. way. He was in some serious trouble now!
Of course, it was Sasori, only a much, much younger version. Deidara decided about... six or seven. Two, brown eyes to large for his own good stared at the Master of Explosions with slight curiosity and fear. For a long moment, no one spoke. Then, Sasori spoke the silence.
"W-who are you?" he said softly.
Deidara walked closer to the chibified Sasori. Immediatly, the boy hid back under the cloak that was now to big for him, peaking through and opening between the buttons of the cloak. Deidara knelt down, only to stand back up quickly when the door opened. A gush of cold winter air came in, ruffling his long, golden hair. He looked towards the window, seeing the newest, somewhat, at least, member of the Akatsuki – Yasha(1)
She blinked, and a warm smile crossed her face. The chibified Sasori had revieled his head and was looking at the female with the some look he had given Deidara. Before he could hide back into the somewhat comforts of the black and red cloak, Yasha had scooped him up in her arms.
"Oh, your so cute!" she squealed. Obviously, she hadn't noticed it was Sasori. "Whats your name?"
Sasori took a moment to reply. "Uh... Sasori?" he muttered.
Yasha gave him a blank look. "Oh, Ok." she said, dropping him unceremoniously on the floor – not abusively... or whatever you might call it, though – and walked to Deidara, giving him a glare that demanded an answer. "What did you do to him, Deidara-sama?" she said.
"It was an accident!" Deidara replied, putting his hands in front of him in defense. "I was practicing the jutsu you told me about, and it backfired... but on Sasori." he grinned meekly, glancing at Sasori, who had stood back up, examining his clothes with wonder.
Yasha shook her head, white hair with raven black tips waving behind her. "Baka," she muttered. Deidara continued to grin meekly, putting a hand behind his head.
Sasori finally looked the two adults with his big brown eyes. "Are... are you to my parents? I cant remember anything..."
Deidara's eyes widened, while Yasha turned to the boy and glared at him. "Does it look like it? Of course not." she said sharply.
This triggered the already-there fear in Sasori, and, stumbling over the baggy clothes, ran from the living room and into Deidara's, hiding under the bed. He curled up, closing his eyes. He winced at the sound of footsteps entering the room. Opening an eyes, he looked from under the bed.
Yasha knelt down, holding a hand out to the chibified puppeteer. "Don't worry, come out. If you want... I could by your mother." she smiled forcefully. To tell truthfully, she never liked Sasori in the first placed. She found him very, very creepy... him and his puppets. So, saying this made her question her sanity.
Sasori hesitated, then slowly came out from under the bed, taking the womans hands. Yasha pulled him up, and Sasori clutched her arm tightly. Yasha looked at him, saying, "I'm Yasha. The gender-confused man over there is Deidara."
This comment made Deidara glare at them and cause Sasori to giggle. He sighed. This would definitely be a long, long day. Or... days. He didn't know when he'd be able to get Sasori backed to his regular self. And Leader... what would he say? He'd so be dead...
END of chapter 1
A/N Er, uh, odd... I know. I came up with this idea, shared it with my friend, and we began to write it down on paper. Now, I transfer this story on to the computer. This is the first chapter, as you can see, hope you like it.
1 Yasha is NOT my character. She's a made-up created by my friend, who is helping my with this story.