Sorry for not updating! I was planning on updating this sooner, but schoolwork and studying got the better of me! But anyway, without further ado, here is the second victim for 'You Won't Win!' Note: this drabble may have some inapproproate themes, if you consider how Deidara makes his clay wet enough for him to mold being an innapropriate thing. Personally, Deidara's extra tongues freak me out. I still have nightmares. ^^;


Second Victim ~ Deidara ~ (A little bit of innapropriate-ness, but you'll live with it)


"Why can't I keep it?" I grumbled, glaring at my partner in crime.

"Because it'll explode, you idiot! Hm!" my partner growled back; his single silver-blue eyes trying to pierce my gaze. I held my ground; no way in hell was he going to intimidate me!

"Only if you make it explode!"

"WHY ARE YOU SO HELL'S BENT ON KEEPING MY ART!"

"Because...it's cute!" I chirped happily, grabbing the clay bird out of Deidara's hands, and skipping off down the cobbled path. I glanced back, to see Deidara throwing me an evil smirk. I glared at him; I knew what he was planning.

"Don't you dare make this thing blow up, Dei-Dei!" I yelled, not bothering to wait for him or listen to his moans about my nickname for him. He deserved it when he acted like a total jerk and wouldn't let me keep his explosive masterpieces. I found them incredibly interesting. And funny to watch. Especially when they exploded.

I turned, and began to twirl a little on the spot, expecting his to at least throw an explosive spider or something at me. I knew how much he hated his nickname.

"...Hey! I forgot to tell you something! Hm!" Deidara's voice called out, and I glanced back at him, to see him smiling cockily at me.

"What?"

"...You do realise how I make my art, right?" he asked, and I shrugged.

"You mold it," I answered half-heartedly, paying more attention to the little clay bird that I held delicately in my hands.

"Yes. But...I have to make the clay wet before I can mold it. Do you know how I do that? Hm?" he asked, and my eyes instantly darted to his crotch. I had a theory, and was willing to share it, even if it cost me my sanity and pride.

"Well...does it include-"

"No. It has nothing to do with my penis. Hm," he answered stubbornly, and I grumbled incoherently. Darn. I was so sure that I had been right about that...Oh well, back to the drawing board!

I glanced back to the bird in my hands, and then back to Deidara. I glared at him as an amused expression flickered across his face. No doubt he was imagining the gears turneing in my head, trying to figure it out. It was then that I caught something; just in the corner of my eye, but I caught it no less.

Realisation hit my like a bomb. A bird-shaped bomb, if I was to be precise.

My eyes travelled down to Deidara's hands. I waited, and finally cringed when one of his extra tongues lolled out of his palm. I shrieked, and threw Deidara's 'art' to the floor.

"Ew! You...you LICK clay?"

Deidara's hands lifted, and I cringed as his tongue was put on full view for me to see. The pink muscle wriggled, and I was forced to look away. It seriously creeped me out.

"...Yeah," he murmured, inspecting his hand, his eyes darting backwards and forwards between his hand and me. He was enjoying this; the jerk!

"That...that's GROSS!" I yelled, stomping away from him, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. I knew I would never look at Deidara the same way ever again.

"Oh c'mon! How is me licking my clay worse than me masturbating over it?"

Yep. I would never look at him the same way. Ever.


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