~~~Art is a….girl?~~~

By Miko Yami

Ok this is the first chapter for Art it is a…girl? I have been writing this story for two years now for those on thanks for reading for the other sites I'm just now putting it up. I know everybody is going two years 0.o! and truth be told I don't like chapter one but I like it at the same time…I know it's a Mary-sue trait to describe an OC but don't worry I describe the other characters as well, I describe, Deidara, Itachi and the rest of the Akatsuki. Oh yeah I was reading my mom's romance books the time I wrote this chapter so it's going to a bit more romantic. Please read and enjoy

Okey I'm back, I really don't care about my lack of reviews...Ok I do care for of the lack of reviews but hey I really like this story please R&R

Chapter 1

~First meeting and other problems~

(Deidara)

Deidara looked at what people called art and had to hold back a laugh: the art all looked the same. He looked in the direction of his artwork where a girl was standing next to is art. She looked like she was smiling. Deidara glanced at her, she was pretty: long slick raven black hair, average body height, and an hour glass figure.

Deidara stalked up to her. When he got close enough, he stood there studying her some more, she was very pretty: her features more elegant fairy tale looking. Slick raven black hair framed her heart shaped face. Her cheek bones were curved giving off the soft sexy look. She had plump blood red lips. Her features seemed to balance out giving her the dark sexy look or maybe the soft Snow White look though her skin was darker then Snow White's and more seductive looking.

"Beautiful piece of art," she said tuning towards Deidara. Her voice was soft but still strong enough to get people to notice her and listen. She had a slight accent in her voice that he couldn't place.

He looked in to her eyes they were ash black and getting darks as they moved towards the pupil till they were mixed and you couldn't tell pupil and iris apart. She looked like she was studying him like she studied his art.

"Yeah, un this is art, yeah, not those pathetic pieces of art in the Uchiha put in this museum un," Deidara told her.

"Oh, Missouri," she said adding French in to her sentence, "What exactly do you think is art?" She was flirting.

Deidara smiled, "Art should always be a bang: end in it or show, yeah. It has many colors expressing different meaning and it last only for a short while and clay is used a lot it. Is easier to sculpt and express art, The Uchiha and Sasori just don't get art, un"

She nod and smiled, "Your view on art is very interesting master-" she stopped not knowing his name giving him a questioning look.

"Deidara Iwa, yeah,"

"Master Deidara it's very different. It seems to carry a lot of expression, maybe it is more opinionated,"

"Isn't that's what art all bout un," Deidara said. The girl nodded "opinionated with a bang,"

"Once again Deidara your view on art is very barbaric," the voice wasn't the girl's voice. The voice sounded more bored and masculine, then hers. Deidara glared at the man with messy reddish brown hair with a young looking face. The man stared at Deidara his childish face looking bored. His brown eyes were failing to show emotion. He was wearing a suit and clean cut around.

Deidara looked dingy next to him…and her. The purple green tie-dye with a yellow smiley face on the chest of the he adorned didn't seem to match his light blue jeans which were torn: some of the holes on the jeans were held together by safety pins. His golden blond hair stood in a high pony tail on the top his head and a loose bang covering his left eyes.

"What's your view on art?" the girl asked, Sasori.

Deidara glanced at her outfit: a white button up shirt with a black vest and tight jeans. Now he really felt out of place. The Uchiha warned him, he told him this was a formal event but as usual Deidara didn't listen. He dressed in his best most expressive outfit and it was just another way to piss off the Uchiha.

"Art is everlasting it lives for eternity and expresses one thing only," Sasori answered to the girl.

"I appreciate your opinion as a fellow artist master Sasori but art is always a bang," Deidara retorted.

"An artistic view on art is very opinionated the opinion of the artist last for a long time. It everlasting," Sasori answered sophistically.

"Art shows only its opinion for a while before it disappears with a bang, 'un'," Deidara said matter-of-factly.

"You two are both wrong," the girl finally spoke, interrupting their fight a foolish move for her to even do.

Deidara choked back a surprised look he felt betrayed by the girl. Wrong! How could they both be wrong? He never felt so betrayed, while Sasori glared at her.

"What's your view on art girl?" Sasori asked almost growling.

The girl smiled a charming smile, "First of all, my name is not girl it is Hunnutsuka, Yuki Hunnutsuka. Please call me Yuki," the girl said.

Hunnutsuka? Wasn't that the name of the biggest trading company in Japan? Sasori didn't say anything on the last name so Deidara didn't bother.

"And what do you know that makes us wrong Ms. Hunnutsuka?" Sasori asked again glaring even more harshly at the girl.

"Well….you make art sound like is should be opinionated. While that is true it is very much opinionated, it also has expression. It speaks to its audience, even the invisible ones,"

"So you're saying art is long lasting," Sasori said.

Deidara glared her feeling more betrayed.

"No-"

"So art is a bang, yeah," Deidara interpreted. Deidara didn't feel so betrayed after she said that.

"No art is only art to the viewer. You are both right, when speaking about art, but you're both wrong. Will you both consider Sakura blossom as art? It last for a short time but its meaning is ever lasting," she said smiling at both men.

"So what are you trying to say is art is beauty in the eyes of the beholder, but only as long as it expresses something of the artist whether it is feeling or expression or opinion it is called art?" Sasori asked reading the deeper meaning of her words, and putting it into spoken clarification to test, she purposely never spoke.

Yuki smiled, "Of course but nature is also art am I correct?" She looked up at the ceiling, the ceiling was painted dark colors and sprinkled with stars, "and nature has no artist,"

Sasori nods looking at her with more respect "Let us show you around Miss Hunnutsuka," Deidara locked arms with her and began leading her around the museum

(Yuki)

Yuki smiled enjoying the two men's company; she especially enjoyed Deidara's. He was charming young and an artist; he had confidence in everything he said. He was what Yuki like to describe as rare.

"The Museum is owned by the Akatsuki," Sasori explained.

"The Akatsuki?" she questioned having never heard of them. Sasori didn't answer so Deidara continued his ranting he kept on mentioning someone by the name of Uchiha.

"Master Iwa," he stopped talking.

"Why do you keep on mentioning the Uchiha?" Yuki asked curiously.

(Deidara)

Deidara stopped in complete halt. He probably shouldn't mention the Uchiha in front of her. She might fall for him like most girls and then come back to Deidara like second hand doll. He refused them all refusing to be the Uchiha's garbage man on girls.

"No one important un," Deidara growled.

"Then why do you keep mentioning him?" she smirked.

"Let's keep walking 'un', and forget about the Uchiha yeah,"

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "Don't talk about him then,"

Deidara blushed as her lips brushed against his cheek. He glanced at Sasori he looked bored with everything going around him.

"Sorry Miss Hunnutsuka, Deidara I have to go I just remembered a last minute meeting," Sasori said.

Deidara looked at Sasori curiously how come he hasn't heard about the meeting. Is this a meeting for the Akatsuki or another meeting for Sasori's thriving puppet business?

While Deidara failed in his painting business.

"See you Master-Sasori," Yuki said bowing, "It was a pleaser to have met you,"

Deidara glanced at her he fought the urge to grab her hand to hold her. She turned towards him her mouth formed words. Words Deidara didn't catch. Deidara just stared.

"Are you going to finish showing me around?" she asked again.

Deidara nodded and linked arms with her again.

"Who else will show you around un?"

(Itachi)

A wisp of toxic fumes filled the air, as the man's lips curled around the cigar butt. He was young and handsome, with dark brown eyes with tick eye lashes. He held high muscular cheek bones that seemed to balance out with soft pink lips. His face chiseled in the correct places, the defined lines running diagonal from the corner of his eyes out to his cheeks. From far the man gave an illusion of being of the opposite gender, trim figure, perfectly proportioned toned back. His long raven black that passed his shoulders and was normally tied in a loose pony tail was loose and drooping over his shoulder.

The door opened he turned his head stared at the man formally known as Sasori. He raised an eyebrow at the man wondering why this man disturbed him in his peaceful state. Sasori took a seat next to him.

"A Hunnutsuka is in the building," Sasori said plainly.

The man eyes narrowed, his dark brown eyes looking crimson. He took another puff of his cigar adding more toxic smoke into the air.

"Which one?" his voice came out in monotone but also deep and commanding.

He heard of them Hunnutsuka powerful clan…That was the word power they had it. He wanted it. The clan owned all the trading in Japan Rumor had it was they might start trade on the moon.

"Yuki the young one she might be the next one next clan leader," Sasori said holding a half covered wood piece and began carving it.

The man growled that wasn't good enough the girl had no power the Hunnutsuka held. She only had some power that was worthless. Power he didn't need. Power he didn't want.

"Anything else?" He demands keeping his face with an emotionless mask, his eyes narrowing. Sasori stared at him with the same mask of no emotion.

"No, though she might have taken interest in Deidara," Sasori add.

The man nodded placing the remains of his cigar in the ashtray.

(Yuki)

Deidara dragged Yuki around the museum making small remakes on art pieces or flirting with her. She flirted back enjoying his company. They reached a plain painting… well it looked like it but there was more to it.

Yuki looked at painting broadly and walked away actually she was dragged by Deidara. When she came upon the art piece again; Deidara growled at the piece. She glanced at him in half amusement half shock. He just glared at the art work. Yuki began to wonder why?

The art was simple. Simply designed; simply structured. It was just simple. Black paint covered most of the painting. A cat like mask lied on the ground of the painting blue markings designed the mask symbolizing something. The mask looked like something used in a Japanese festival. A silk red ribbon spread under it looking like blood from afar. A reflection next to the mask looked…broken that was the word. Blood covered the reflected image. The mask was cracked and scratched. It had rough uneven surface the slick red ribbon torn and shredded. It was clearly poorly used like a mask after a bloody fight. It clearly had unused words and emotion the artist never said or showed (Maybe never wanted to). She loved this painting. It was her favorite in all the art she ever laid eyes on. Deidara seemed to think otherwise.

"The art is very beautiful," she whispered talking a step closer to the pieces.

"Let's go, un," Deidara said eagerly, hearing what she had just said about the work.

She looked at him and nodded, disappointed that she had to leave such a beautiful piece of work. Someone knocked in to her knocking her to the floor while she was walking towards Deidara.

"Watch it," she said.

The man didn't stop not even glanced to say, 'I'm sorry.' Heck he didn't even glance! She could see a smug grin on his blue face. Wait! Blue? She glanced closely at him only thing she could tell was he was tall, muscular like a wrestler's body but because of his height he looked lean. He had dark blue hair that was spiked to the left. He was wearing outfit that was used by body guards. She couldn't see the man he was guarding, the person that knocked her down.

Following the strange looking body guard and the rude person was a herd of squealing girls and rushing people almost knocking Deidara off his feet. Deidara finally made it to Yuki after the rush hour passed and helped her up. Yuki glared at the direction the people ran towards.

"Some people these days no manners," Deidara said sounding strongly smug about it.

"I wonder where they're going in such a rush," Yuki asked tilting her head. She eyed a couple of rich pointing at her direction in envy whispering strange gossip to one another.

"The owner of the museum is going to make a speech," Sasori said. Yuki looked at him questionably, "He never really shows himself so the fact that he decide to show himself to the grand opening of this museum is quite unique show itself," Sasori said sounding oddly demanding.

Yuki stared at the art piece she loved and went deep in thought of if she should go. She smiled.

"Let's go Master -Iwa," Yuki said sounding excited.

Yuki smiled inwardly she was finally going to see the man Deidara always was complaining about. He was most likely going to be some tubby man who was in his mid forties. Losing all his hair no wife or kids because he could never get laid and because of how he never got laid he now looks at geek porn (A.K.A. Anime Porn). She couldn't wait to see him.

(Deidara)

Deidara glanced at Sasori nervously. They were planning something him and the Uchiha. Why would the Uchiha make a speech now…today out of all days. Like he never spoke in these events….Well now that Deidara thought of it, the Uchiha did appear to these events but like he said never spoke. Walk around maybe no one recognized him. Why the hell would the Uchiha ruin the perfect piece he made for himself he made for himself?

(Yuki)

Yuki watched as many men gave their own speech about the museum the architect the artist contributing their art and the hard work and sweat they put in the building. One of the men that contributed for the museum tripped and fell loosing the sheets to his speech.

Deidara laughed at the sight of the now nerves man while Yuki shook her head on how pathetic this was getting. She might as well of went to the circus to watch clowns.

"Itachi Uchiha," the man who tripped said eager to get off the stage and forget his embarrassing moment.

Yuki clapped like everybody waiting for the infamous Uchiha to show his face. Her heart did a flip-flop. He was not a forty year old geeky virgin. One word fit the Uchiha and that was gorges.

He was in his early twenties not much older than her with chiseled features all in their correct places. He was lean and muscular but not to muscular. Wide shoulders, long legs, thin waist and amazing eyes. He was not much taller than Yuki a few inches' taller maybe. He held a mysteries Oman to him a forbidden secret not to be open. He glanced around his onyxes eyes looking crimson in the lighting.

"Welcome," he said his voice was deep commanding and in monotone, "I first would like to thank all the artist that helped contributed in this Museum their art will be notice. As everybody who spoke before me said the museum turned out to be helpful to the Akatsuki the leader was pleased and thanks everybody that contributed and would like to thank you for showing," his speech sound practice though he never read a script.

"The leader of the Akatsuki never shows himself to these damn events, I beginning to think they have none," A young looking man said to his assents.

The assents nodded. They sat in front of Yuki Deidara and Sasori. There was no place to sit so the throe was left standing watching to piece.

Deidara seeming to here the man scoffed on the idiocy of the two men sitting in front of them. Sasori also noticed.

"The leader chooses not to show himself for reasons we Akatsuki member don't know all we know is he carry's power," Sasori whispered in Yuki's ears.

Yuki nod understanding what Sasori had just said. She went back to listening to what the Uchiha was saying. He carried words that put Yuki in a trance. And she had no idea why?

"As you know the Akatsuki want to push their plans father. This brings, me to the next topic the Akatsuki wishes to talk about. Since all of the other plans of the Akatsuki worked perfectly. They decide to make a giant leap and start trade with the Hunnutsuka clan,"

Yuki felt his eye's lock on her. A shiver ran up her spine both exciting and fearful. Deidara put a possessive hand on Yuki's right shoulder. "Of course," Itachi chuckled darkly "Will need the Hunnutsuka's permission first, considering they only except big named companies," everybody clapped "Thank you for coming,"

Itachi bowed politely. The clapping grew louder and everybody stood up Yuki couldn't see the Uchiha anymore.

"The Akatsuki merging with the Hunnutsuka," Yuki heard one of the lady's speak "That will defiantly put them on top,"

"Especially with the Uchiha in charge," another one squealed they were both plump and young for their age the second one looked older then the first. "No woman can resist his charm or company,"

"Have you met the man?" An older lady asked in a disapproving sort of voice to the two young girls.

"No just looking at him is a charm itself," the first girl squealed.

"Yes to bad-" the older lady said cutting off the two girl's pointless chit-chat.

Yuki shut them off she knew the rumor they were going to talk about. She didn't need to listen to their pointless conversation.

Yuki had to wonder if the two plump girls felt the same dark aura she felt from the Uchiha every time she was looked at him. It was exciting and scary; mixed feelings. It was as if he was hiding something. She ignores the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was probably a false alarm. Was it a good idea to avoid the gut feeling especially with the Uchiha? Was it?

The conversation Deidara and Sasori were having seemed to carry more interest than the conversation then the one she was listening then the one Yuki had just listened to. They were auguring over her or so she assumed.

"You told him 'un'?" Deidara growled clearly not amused by the Uchiha's speech.

Assuming 'him' was the Uchiha and 'what Sasori told him' was about her arrival. Yuki decide to speak.

"Master Iwa it's alright the Uchiha is going to be disappointed that I don't carry my clan's power. My brother carries all the power and he is not here," Yuki stated in a matter-a matter-of-fact tone, "I am practically useless to the Akatsuki," Yuki waved her hands around dramatically rolling her eyes "Actually I am pretty useless to him, himself," she placed a finger near her lip and look to the side.

Sasori glanced at her his face unchanging something flashed behind his eyes. Deidara looked at her and smiled a cocky smile.

"Don't worry Yuki, 'yeah,' I'll protect you from the Uchiha prodigy," Deidara said protectively.

"A prodigy?" Yuki said half faking interest half real interest. Did he say prodigy? The Uchiha a prodigy?

"Yeah nothing interesting 'un,'" Deidara said hearing the fake interest in Yuki's voice more than the real, "Why 'hmmm,'" he sounded jealous.

"Hmm…" she wasn't buying it she chose to flirt with him to get the answer out "I don't know 'un' the Uchiha prodigy. He interests me a little now that you said that," Yuki flirted leaning on her tip toes so her chest was against Deidara's chest. Their faces inches apart.

Deidara smiled a slight bit and got himself caught in her trap.

"You might not be the right one for me 'un'. I might take that skanky waitress over there, yeah," he titled his chin in the direction to a blond waitress heavy with makeup and an outfit two times small for her oversized plastic chest

"So that the type of woman you like 'un'?" Yuki mocking him letting him know the joking around was still intact with their flirting. She pushed away from Deidara and turned towards the waiter, "Cheap Barbie girls that can give you a cheap thrill?" She faked hurt Deidara caught the fakeness in her voice and played with it.

"I can't afford the ones the Uchiha can," there it was the starting word for Yuki to ask her question without hurting Deidara.

"The Uchiha can afford me?" Yuki interrupted before Deidara can change the subject before about the Uchiha.

"Yeah the Uchiha has tons of money all from his family and the Akatsuki," Deidara didn't fake the growl coming from his voice. That brought more question from Yuki. Why did Deidara hate the Uchiha? Deidara was way to egotistical to just be angry at the Uchiha for getting more money and way too cocky to care about the Uchiha being the face for the Akatsuki.

Yuki placed bit on her finger nail gently rolled her shoulders closer to her cheeks imitating a young girl in love. Batted her eyes and stared at Deidara wide eyed. Licking her lips a slight bit before asking the question. "Money? Was it because he is the Uchiha is a prodigy for his clan?"

They seemed own a big police force for Konoha 'yeah'. Some prodigy the Uchiha turned out to be his whole clan massacred in one night 'un'. Leaving only him and his little brother alive 'yeah'," I don't know much 'un'. He keeps to himself 'yeah'." Deidara glanced at her nervously now noticing the serious expression on her pretty eyes.

"Why you're not interested in him 'un'?" Deidara growled trying to hide the fact that he was hurt.

"I never said that," Yuki shook her head slightly.

"So you're interested in him 'un'," Deidara's anger showing then his hurt. His right eye twinkled with rage. Considering that was the only eye she could see.

"Maybe, he just has something about him,"

Deidara turned away hiding the upset that Yuki had just put in him.

Yuki could sense she frowned not liking the hurt she placed on to Deidara.

"Deidara I'm not interested in him that way, if that's what you think I can't I hardly even know him. I know you better then I know him," Yuki kissed Deidara's cheek, "And I choose you over him any day,"

"Then why are interested in him 'hmm'?" He was now looking at her now light sparking in his eyes. Yuki frowned clearly hoping he wasn't going to ask that question. She bit the inside of her cheek trying to figure an answer to Deidara's question. She couldn't lei. Heaven forbid that happening. She didn't even know where to start or much less even follow through and beside she was tra- thought better than that. So the truth had to show its ugly nose. (Like it always did around her.) She couldn't even find away to bend the truth so she wasn't lying.

"I have no real idea on way the Uchiha caught my eyes. I think it is because he is different something I cannot pin point It's like…like….like playing cards you never what you're going to get unless you take a chance and I love talking chances," Yuki smiled a child like smile. "Let's go master Iwa you still have to show me around some more," she began skipping avoiding the subject she so badly wanted to know.

She skipped into something soiled, a person to be exact maybe a man. "Oh…sor-" she gasped when she realized who she had just ran into.

(Rewind a slight bit to Yuki about to flirt with Deidara)

(Sasori)

Sasori rolled his eyes on how weak his partner was falling for the sensation of a woman. Though she was clearly interested in the Uchiha for one reason or another he would have to inform the Uchiha of her interest on him. This might help the Akatsuki's Future plan.

Sasori watched the girl more closely studying her every move Deidara explained the Uchiha's whole pass to her something flashed in the girl's eyes she closed them trying to hide whatever flashed behind her eyes.

Sasori decide to study her some more she was pretty not as beautiful as his puppets but pretty. He wanted her as a puppet. The way she spoke was clear with correct grammar never using yeah, yep, or new. She had to think before she said anything and that took only a few seconds. Pointing out she was smart for her age or any age. If had to guess her age she would be eighteen though she looked younger and acted older.

She would most defiantly be useful for the Akatsuki unlike all the other people the Akatsuki have captured, she more or less stumbled in uninvited and Deidara began chasing her like an idiot. She would defiantly get the Akatsuki closer to their goal and that was capturing one of the tailed beasts, the Kyuubi. The tail beasts a strong company that was cut out of business because of all the power they controlled.

The young boy that Sasori knew she was close to held the strongest branch in the whole company and he had no idea how to control it most of them don't considering how long the business has been down and most people now owning it were young adults. That was how the Akatsuki stole the power they only held five of the branches they need four more then they held the entire tailed beast. The Akatsuki were so close to achieving their dream of becoming powerful and ruling the world.

Sasori was so distracted by his thoughts he didn't notice the young girl gasp. When he did he only noticed a pair of crimson red eyes staring at her and Deidara growling curses under his breath adding 'un' after each word. It was none other than Itachi Uchiha.

On fanfiction for my fans I just did some minor changes that have been bothering me since I posted it up, there is still tons of mistakes but I'm too lazy to fix and will change it as I continue this story please continue to read.