Sasori, a normal puppeteer, was preparing to go to his office in a certain workshop. This young, 19 year old boy was much accelerated. So, you can call him, special and talented. Not all people can be great at all things, but this red head is just so gifted in making puppets. Just by the age of 8, he created puppets and became famous after his dead grandmother introduced him to different art conventions. It was weekend; he only works at the workshop at Saturdays and Sundays. But on weekdays, he goes to College.
On his way to work, someone called him, "Hey! Can you see me?" He turned around a saw blonde. "Mind your own business, brat." The red head shook his head away, making his bloody red locks sway with the wind. "Wait! So, you can see me?"
"What are you talking about? And leave me alone." Sasori frowned.
"Finally, someone can see me,un! I've been waiting for this moment,un!"
The hazel eyed puppeteer turned to him once again, "Can't you leave me alone?! I-" Before he could even finish, he saw the blonde floating. "What the hell?!" The blonde looked down to his feet, "Oh, yeah. I don't even know why I'm floating,un." Sasori's eyes were wide open, scanning the blonde up and down.
"I must be dreaming of puppets again." Sasori whispered. "I'll wake up soon."
"You're not dreaming,un. Or I'm also dreaming?" The blonde talked to himself.
Sasori pinched himself, but he never woke up. "I give up." He mentally slapped himself and closed his eyes as he walked back to the workshop's location once again. "Wait,un!" The blonde called him out.
The red head ignored the blue eyed blonde's voice and continued to walk, faster this time. "WAIT,UNN!" With a blink of an eye, the blonde was in front of Sasori, that made him jump in surprise.
"STOP FOLLOWING ME, BRAT!" He yelled.
The blonde pouted and spoke, "I beg of you. I won't leave you, unless you help me,un. Please!"
"What kind of help do you exactly need, brat?"
"Help me know why I'm floating like a ghost,un." The blonde simply just answered that.
"You are a ghost. You stupid brat! See," The puppeteer put his hand in the blonde's stomach, waving and waving it. Only to prove that he really is a ghost. The boy gasped. "Tsk. You really are an idiot."
The blonde reached up his hand into Sasori's head and passed through it, he gasped once again. "Idiotic brat. Stop playing with me!" He pulled his hand back, and made a cute little sad face.
"Why the hell did I die?! I can't even remember dying,un! Please help me!" He begged for it this time.
"And if I help you, you'll leave me alone, right?"
"Un." The boy nodded. "It's a promise of a lifetime,un!"
"You are already dead, idiot." The red head muttered.
"Oh, yeah."
Sasori closed his eyes and started walking again, leaving the blonde floating there, making up his thoughts. "Wait up,un!" The blonde caught up to the puppeteer, "By the way,un. My name's Deidara. That's what I at least recalled."
"Sasori. Sasori Akasuna." The red head said, not even looking at the blonde.
"Can I call you, Danna?"
"Shut up, brat. And just follow me."
"Okay, Danna. Speaking of which, where are going,un?" The so-called-Deidara asked again.
The red head didn't answer and just did what he think is right, to shut his mouth.