Sculpture and Puppetry

Disclaimer I don't own Naruto or anyone in it. Sasori and Deidara belong to the makers of Naruto.
HOWEVER the story plot belongs to me. If you want to use it, ask for my permission.
Edited by Snowflake Flower

Chapter one: Trust and......?

The night sky was clear, not a single cloud in sight for miles as the full moon shined upon the untamed scenery. This forest was unnaturally quiet and ominous, like the forests from a ghostly fairy tale told by old widows. The trees were tall, and their long black branches reached into the night sky, resembling hands from hell craving to be saved by god. Yet what was interesting was what was deep inside the forest. There were two figures silently racing along the tree branches. With each step they were careful to not make a sound. They ran with such speed that they appeared as blurs to the untrained eye. Even though the forest was utterly terrifying to most people, it was strangely welcoming to the pair.

"Sasori no Danna, don't you think we have traveled enough?" The taller of the two asked, slowing down his pace to speak with his partner.

He quickly took a glance at his associate, before turning his eyes in front of him. Like many times before he began to wonder about his partner's being. He wasn't stupid. Besides being told repeatedly by his partner himself, he knew that Sasori was a puppet; unable to feel physically or emotionally. However he couldn't help but think he was lying, or at least hope he was. At that very moment everything slowed down as his eyes widened in shock. Then uncontrollable fear struck deep within him. It felt like someone had lit his internal organs on fire, causing agonizing pain all over his body. Slowly, His throat began to constrict till he could barely breathe. His heartbeat began to beat faster, and faster, feelingready to burst out from his chest at any second. He could feel his body begin to grow weak, and he quickly decided to slow down his pace again to try to regain control of himself. He trailed behind Sasori, breathless, and looking anywhere but at his partner.

"Tsk. Tired already, Deidara?" Sasori coldly replied, not even bothering to check on his partner.

"No, hn." Deidara said with irritation dripping from his voice. He looked up to suspect to see Sasori but only saw the endless forest. He quickly shifted his gaze to his right to notice Sasori staring at him, blankly. His Ash-rose coloured eyes watched him with such an emotionless stare that infuriated the blond to no end. In response to the stare he heatedly glared at the puppeteer, and infused more chakra into his legs to run faster.

"I need to collect more clay, and there is a nearby stream bank up ahead. Hn." Deidara paused, trying to look not back at his partner. He waited for a moment before continuing to hear his partner's response. After a few minutes, silence was only heard, a typical answer from Sasori. Rolling his eyes, Deidara continued his chatter.

"Besides, I don't want keep everyone in the base waiting if we run into an ambush. Hn." Deidara finished with a smile.

He could almost feel Sasori tensing up from behind him when he used the 'W' word. He mentally gave himself a pat on the back for using Sasori's pet peeve against him. Everyone knew that what Sasori hated more than anything in world was to wait and keep others waiting. It made the redhead insanely mad, even though ironically he has all the time in the world because he was immortal. Deidara could faintly hear a familiar growl sound from behind him. Pure happiness rushed throughout his body because that sound was like music to his hears. It was the sound of Sasori giving in to defeat.

"You and your stupid clay." Sasori retorted. Much to his displeasure the puppeteer jumped onto the ground, making the blond teenager grin with glee.

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The S class ninja sat on the cool grass under a fairly old tree, holding onto Deidara's Akatsuki cloak and shirt. His hands held his partner's clothing in such a tender manner; like if they were to break if handled too roughly. Sasori let out a deep sigh as he took a quick look around their environment as the peaceful summer breeze blew throughout the landscape, ruffling the puppeteer's crimson hair. He closely observed his partner walking around the shallow end of the stream, making sure the blond was within his viewing range. The human puppet was slightly unnerved by the fact they were in such an open area. Judging from how large the opening was, an enemy could attack them from any direction. In addition the forest was a good sixty feet away from them. In short, Sasori and Deidara were wide open for an attack. Not that he was worried about such trivial things for himself, but rather for his younger partner. He obviously knew that Deidara was not the best fighter when it comes to hand to hand combat, because of his special palm mouths. Although Deidara wasn't 'terrible' as a close range fighter, an experienced ninja can easily grab hold of Deidara and kill him within a few minutes. This made the puppet feel oddly sick, even though he no longer had the necessary body parts to make him become sick anymore. However those dark thoughts always lingered deep within his mind when they were out in missions together, or not.

"Sasori no Danna!" Deidara called, snapping him out of his thoughts. Sasori refocused on his surroundings and saw Deidara walking towards him with a bag full of clay. Suddenly raising an eyebrow when he noted Deidara's left upper arm was covered in green clay substance. Deidara frowned a bit; not fully understanding the look Sasori was giving him. Then he looked at his left arm and smiled arrogantly. He walked till he was standing in front of Sasori, blocking the moonlight.

"It's Bentonite, I got it from the marketplace we were in earlier. Hn." Deidara said, making the puppet more curious. Sasori continued to look blankly at the clay material on the blonde's arm, wanting the fair-haired ninja to continue his explanation. "It's a type of medicinal clay. It helps the healing progress go faster, along with other medical benefits, hn." Deidara educated Sasori with confidence, his trademark grin plastered on his lips.

"Do you mind if I take a sample?" Sasori asked, his eyes never leaving the clay on Deidara.

"No, I don't mind." Deidara grinned, kneeling down onto his knees, happily extending his left arm towards the puppet. Sasori tenderly placed the Deidara's clothing beside him as his eyes shifted to lock with Deidara's blue one.

"Tsk, why do you trust me so easily, brat?" Sasori sneered, grabbing the young artist's arm, yanking the blond closer to him. The sudden action surprised the younger one, making his eye widen from the shock. Then, after a moment of utter silence, Deidara smiled and sat down, crossing his legs onto the fresh green grass.

"Because I can trust you, Sasori no Danna, hn." Deidara replied, staring at the puppeteer with bizarre emotions gleaming in his eye. Sasori glared at the sculptor, not clearly understanding the emotions radiating from his blue eye. At that split second he reached into his Akatsuki cloak while still tightly holding onto Deidara's arm.

"Are you positive?" Sasori carefully asked, searching for the desired object inside his cloak. After finding the needed object, he stopped his movements, keeping his hand well hidden underneath his cloak.

"Yes, hn." Deidara answered back, not breaking eye contact with the puppet. Sasori face remained emotionless, as he studied fair-haired ninja's face. Cold wooden fingers tighten their grasp onto the soft tissue, earning a faint grunt noise from the younger ninja but nothing more.

"Only an idiotic brat would trust me," Sasori smirked sadistically, pulling out the hidden metal object that glistened against the moonlight.

TBC.....

Hey this was in my old account but I transwer it here okay?

-Pain-