Author's Note ~ I didn't really know what inspired me to write this, but it's been in the back of my mind for a while so I thought "hey, why not?" Yeah, I know it's probably been done a thousand times before, but hopefully in later chapters I'll try and give it an original streak. Anyway, I hope you like it, and reviews would be very appreciated. :)
Sasori narrowed his eyes in concentration as he observed his work. He just needed to adjust one of the limbs of his latest puppet by a few millimetres, then it would be perfect. With a tool in each hand, he slowly and carefully tweaked the puppet's arm into position.
Almost done…
"DANNA!"
The sudden scream made Sasori jump in alarm, jostling his hands and disrupting his work. A faint crease appeared between his eyebrows, his stoic façade falling momentarily to show irritation. He looked over his now ruined work, suppressing a dismayed sigh now that he saw the puppet's arm was completely askew and twisted. It would take a long time to repair.
As he heard rapid footsteps approaching outside, he stood up and faced the door with his arms crossed. The brat had better have a good reason for spoiling his art. Oh yes, it had better be a good reason, or Deidara would suffer severely.
The door burst open and crashed against the wall, and the young blond Akatsuki tumbled into the room, panting heavily. His visible blue eye was huge with terror, and his skin had a sickly pallor to it. Sasori felt slight feeling of curiosity grow in him; little scared the rock ninja, and he wondered what had caused his partner so much fear.
"What is it, brat?" Sasori questioned, his soft voice containing an icy edge.
"D-Danna," Deidara stammered. "Help me, un!"
Sasori regarded Deidara with confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"Can't you see it?" Deidara cried, waving his arms in distress.
Sasori shook his head, but something nagged at him. Deidara's voice sounded…different. It was lighter and higher, as if his voice had broken in reverse. Maybe he had a sore throat or something, but the puppet master knew that an issue so small couldn't be the source of his partner's anxiety.
"Look at me, un!" Deidara shouted, moving closer to Sasori, breathing hard and fast.
Sasori took a closer look, and an eyebrow rose in puzzlement. Not only had Deidara's voice changed, but his appearance didn't quite seem right. His fair eyelashes had grown longer, his lips appeared fuller, and his face has a softer curve to it. Was this some kind of disguise jutsu? But if it was, what was the point of it, and why would it cause Deidara to freak out so much?
"What's wrong with you, brat?" Sasori said, a small frown on his face. "Why do you look different?"
Deidara let out a snarl of frustration and unexpectedly ripped his cloak open. "Look, un!" he yelled.
Sasori blinked several times, his heavy lidded eyes widening in shock. He stared at Deidara's chest, and at the two, ample new bulges pushing against his shirt. Are… are those…?. A very faint blush rose to his cheeks, and he roughly shook his head. No, this couldn't be happening!
"Brat, what the hell have you done?" Sasori said, his voice dangerously low.
Deidara's gaze dropped to the floor, his expression struggling between sheepish, alarmed, and shameful. "I- I was just messing around, Danna. You see, I remembered seeing the nine-tailed Jinchuriki perform this strange jutsu, and I wanted to try it out, just for fun, un. So, I performed the technique, and obviously it worked." He laughed humourlessly. "Perhaps to well, un."
"You can't change back?" Sasori frowned.
Deidara shook his head sadly. "I've tried everything, un. But it's not working." An expression of horror overwhelmed him. "What if I'm stuck like this forever, un?"
"Don't be a baka, brat," Sasori said. He sighed. "Try and reverse it."
"But, Danna, I already-"
"Just do it!"
Deidara sighed and placed his hands together, focusing his chakra. He screwed his eyes in deep concentration, a bead of sweat slipping down his forehead with the effort. Sasori could sense Deidara's chakra swirling around inside his body, but it was unable to make any change.
After a few moments Deidara opened his eyes again and hung his head. "It's no good, un."
The puppet master placed a hand to his chin and scrutinized his partner. Deidara was now definitely female. As well as the new additions to his chest, Sasori could see that his partner's frame seemed slighter, and that his waist was narrower but his hips curved out flatteringly. The brat's ridiculously elaborate hairstyle actually suited him better now that he was a girl, Sasori thought with an internal smirk.
"Come here" Sasori ordered. Obediently, the blond ninja shuffled towards Sasori. The redhead held out both his hand and positioned them at Deidara's temples.
"Hold still," he instructed. "Let me try something."
"Un" Deidara replied.
Sasori sent out a wave of chakra, trying to coax his partner's own power supply into action. However, despite his best efforts nothing worked.
He sighed and removed his hands. "No good, brat."
Deidara stared at him, mouth agape. "You mean-?" He let out a wail of despair and sunk to his knees. "Now I look like a girl, un!"
"You looked like one to begin with" Sasori muttered.
Deidara's head snapped up and he clenched his teeth in anger. But his fury wavered and he hung his head again. He inspected his hands and he felt another miserable stab in his chest. Even his mouth hands had changed, looking more feminine than before.
"Damn Jinchuriki, un!" Deidara growled. "If he didn't use that stupid sexy technique then none of this would have happened!"
"It was your fault for trying to imitate him," Sasori retorted. "Why on earth would you try and do it, anyway? It's a ridiculous and useless technique, not to mention it's a tasteless form of art." He shrugged, and turned away, returning to his broken puppet. "Ah well, it can't be helped."
"You're going to leave me like this, un?" Deidara shrieked. "Danna, please, help me!"
Sasori rolled his eyes at Deidara's desperate plea. Foolish brat: it was as if he created troublesome circumstances on purpose just to irritate him.
But as he regarded the ninja out of the corner of his eye, he felt a tiny flicker of sympathy. If he was in the brat's situation, he wouldn't be too happy either.
Deidara let out another sorrowful moan and placed his delicate hands to his face. "What am I going to do, un? I'm a man, damn it!"
Suddenly, loud footsteps echoed down the corridor and a head poked around the doorway.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" Hidan asked, a scowl marring his handsome face. "I was trying to do my ritual to Jashin-sama, but I can concentrate with all this fucking noise!" His violet eyes flicked to Deidara, who was kneeling on the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he growled.
"The brat has found himself in a tricky situation," Sasori explained. "He was experimenting with a transformation jutsu – and a poor one at that – and has found that he can't return to his usual self."
Hidan frowned. "He doesn't look any different to me."
Deidara hissed and stood up, wheeling round to face him. "I don't, do I, un?"
Hidan looked him up and down, then froze with alarm, his hooded eyes bulging in their sockets. ""Fucking hell, since when did you have boobs?" He paused. "Were you a chick all this time and didn't tell us?"
"No!" Deidara yelled. "I tried a stupid sexy jutsu and now I'm stuck as a woman, un!"
"Oh," Hidan said, rubbing the back of his head. "That's… that's…"
"Forget it" Deidara snarled, then shoved the Jashinist out of the way and stomped down the corridor. The two remaining Akatsuki couldn't help but note the faint sway of Deidara's hips as he walked away. They glanced at each other.
"What are we gonna do?" Hidan asked.
Sasori sighed and massaged his temples. "I don't know. But we'd better think of something fast, before the transformation becomes irreversible."
That's all for the time being; hope you liked it so far! I hate to beg, but reviews would be so nice right now :(
