Disclaimer: Obvious.

Her- Dei, Tobi, Itachi, Kisame

Me- Sas, Hidan, Kakuzu, Zet

I hope I got all the OOC chatter this time, too...

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Tobi noticed the movement up the wall and his eyes widened. What was that? Samara? On the wall? He shuffled over to Deidara, tugging his sleeve. 'Deidei...the girl from the telly's on the wall,' he whispered, pointing. Deidara looked up at the gawmless idiot, obviously not amused. He couldn't pull his sleeve away, seeing as it would hurt his damaged arm. So, instead he followed where Tobi's arm was pointing and went pale. '...Shit,' he whispered. The "idiot" was actually right. For once. Uchiha shoved his head into Deidara's chest. 'DUN LET HER KILL ME!' he wailed, fantically.

Sasori twitched just slightly, the 'girl' never pausing along her journey up the wall. Stupid Tobi... The living puppet frowned at the fool's little outburst before a fairly... Evil... Plan came to mind.

The 'girl' ceased moving, pushing itself off from the wall, landing silently and standing in place before turning around slowly, hair obscuring it's face. The face would give away the fact that it was naught but a puppet. It lifted it's arm slowly to point at Deidara and Tobi before it's head tilted unnaturally to one side.

All the while, Sasori pretended not to notice.

Abruptly and rudely wakened by the wailing, Hidan frowned and narrowed his eyes, glaring at Tobi. Kakuzu, however, was the one who spoke for the duo. "Would you kindly SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" The hot-headed Akatsuki 'banker' of sorts didn't know who he wanted to kill the most, then and there. His idiot partner, or that masked freak...

Zetsu furrowed his brow at Tobi's little outburst, his light half speaking up. "Tobi, be a good boy and quiet down. It's only a movie."

Obviously, neither of the three had noticed the Ring-puppet, taking Tobi's wailing cry of 'dun let her kill me!' and Deidara's pale stare at where-ever as dilusions and idiocy or just the result of being freaked out by the movie.

Making a tiny whimpering noise, Deidara pushed Tobi off him and went to hide behind Itachi's seat. He gripped onto the Uchiha's sleeve tightly, shaking, not moving his eyes from the puppet. Itachi looked down at Deidara as he grabbed his sleeve and followed his line of vision over to the puppet. He let a snigger pass his lips, knowing someone was simply playing a joke and looked back over at the screen. And by this time, Tobi had scurried over to Zetsu as a sanctuary. He knew he wouldn't let the puppet hurt him. Scrap that. He hoped he wouldn't let the puppet hurt him.

The venus man-trap of a ... Man, rose a brow at Tobi before he glanced over to the distrubance-causing puppet, sighed quietly. Then he turned his attention back to the television, decidedly ignoring all else.

Hidan, of course, curious as to what the heck got the two so spooked. So, he followed their line of vision, gaping at the puppet... Thing, like a deer caught in the headlights. He hadn't really been paying attention to the movie, but he did get to see that television chick before he nodded off.

Being none the wiser, the Jashinist muttered a prayer to Jashin, one hand going for the triangle-in-a-circle symbol on his rosary, the other hand seeking out Kakuzu's closest hand.

Needless so say he received a hard hit upside the head when he finally found said hand. The greedy man obviously wasn't falling for the little display.

Off in the corner, watching everything unfold, Sasori was smirking. The plan hadn't been too botched, after all. Three out of six of them had fallen for it!

He made the Ring-puppet move forward, trying to make it seem like it was corpse-like and dead. It moved towards Tobi first, before it switched paths and started for Deidara.

The blond ihad/i wanted a hug earlier, right?

Tobi was too scared to move from his current spot next ot Zetsu's seat. Though he sighed with relief when the puppet girl changed her path. Deidara scrambled to his feet and started digging into his pocket for some sort of explosive. There was a slight trace left. Not enough to cause a huge explosion, but enough to warn the Ring puppet that he wasn't prepared to die, just yet. He took it out, not bothering to mold it and flung it at the creature. Itachi looked up at the blond, unamused. 'You blow that thing up and I'll kill you,' he said firmly. Deidara simply went over to the door and switched on the big light. 'Who's twisted?' he asked, folding his arms.

Zetsu blinked when the light came on, glancing to Tobi before looking towards the one who turned it on. Although part of him wanted to answer the question - since, he ate people, and was quite twisted in his own right - another part of him knew that that wasn't exactly what the question was asking. Thus, the plant of a man stayed silent.

The Jashinist was, at the moment, being hit multiple times in the head by Kakuzu, who found it quite stress relieving.

Meanwhile, while Sasori was quite the guilty party, he didn't say anything, looking over at the light-switching blond rather innocently.

However, in some sort of silent answer, he made the Ring-puppet dart forward towards Deidara, arms open to try catching him in a hug.

The puppet seemed a lot less scary in the light. Even Tobi was interested in who had played the sick sick prank. But he still remained hidden by Zetsu's seat. As soon as the puppet ran at Deidara, he also ran at it, kicking it against the wall oposite. The noise it made was a surprise, though. A "clunk." 'Wood?' the blond asked, his eyes meeting with Sasori's. Itachi let out a little applause for the puppeteer. 'Deidara, you ruined his puppet,' he sniggered, accusingly. The blond ninja, looked to the floor, shuffling his feet a little. 'Sorry, Danna,' he mumbled, flicking the light off again.

Plant-man gave a half-smirk at the scene that played out before turning his attention to Tobi, and then to the television. He was silently thanking whatever gods were listening that Tobi was a good boy that wouldn't pull such pranks. Then again, part of him doubted the 'good boy' would be iable/i to pull anything off without it blowing up in his face. Literally and-or figuratively.

Luckily for the blond, Sasori hadn't expected that puppet to make it through the night, anyway. It had only taken him what - a day to make? Plus, it wouldn't have been useful for anything but performance and scaring the living hell out of people. But, after Deidara flicked the lights off again, he feigned mild anger and crossed his arms, tone taking on a highly irritated quality. "Deidara. I want to see you later, after the movie."

Kakuzu had paused in beating Hidan over the head. A moment in which the Jashinist took to looked over in the general direction of the blond - the room was spinning... "Looks like you're in deep shit, blondie!"

The greedy man beside him coughed and elbowed the immortal in the side a little itoo/i sharply. "He's not the only one, dumbass!"

A little later, Deidara was sitting on his bed, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He was actually quite worried about what Puppet Master Sasori was going to talk to him about. And judging by his tone of voice, he didn't seem overly happy about it being kicked into the wall. He had to agree with Hidan though. He would probably bee in very deep shit. He spat the contents of his mouth into the cup of water he had left on his bed-side table and started to re-dress his arm. He had got himself kicked out of the bathroom by the vain Itachi. Three minutes was far too long for the stone ninja to be in there for. Just before he was dragged out by his ponytail, he had luckily managed to grab some new bandages. Once finished, he quickly left the room with his cup and toothbrush to return it back to the bathroom.

Minutes before the movie had ended, Sasori had quietly gathered up his little broken toy and left the room to go to the basement. In which he set the non-living puppet up to look like a dead person, laying on the floor in a pool of red paint and a kunai sticking out of it's back.

And then he left it there for whoever the hell next went to the basement to find. Now, he was heading up to his and Deidara's room for that little 'talk' he was going to give the blond. He smirked when he passed by the room shared by Hidan and Kakuzu - he could hear something rolling. Probably heads. Or ia/i head.

He passed by Deidara while the blond was on the way to the bathroom, but said nothing and pretty much ignored the explosive artist for the moment.

Much to his relief, Itachi had abandoned the bathroom, so Deidara saw his chance and barged in there, claiming it for himself. He took quite a lot of time in there, considering he didn't really want to hear his little lecture from his partner, so stalling was really his best option. But in the end, he left the bathroom and headed back to his room, knowing the puppet was in there waiting for him. He opened the door, his eyes on the ground and entered the bedroom. 'I already said I'm sorry, so why do you need to talk to me, un?' he mumbled, sadly.

The blond had sure taken his sweet old time. Sasori glanced over to the door from his perch on his bed when Deidara entered, putting on a stern expression. Though, truthfully, due to earlier, he was in an oddly good mood.

The puppet crossed his arms over his chest, closing his eyes as if exhasperated. "Because. Come over here, you idiot." He kept his tone even and monotonous, opening one eye to watch the blond impatiently.

Deidara now had two choices. He could, one, grab his pillow and sleep on the sofa that night, or two...probably get what was coming to him for a long long time. But he knew it would come back around if he tried to escape now. He stayed put for a few seconds, contemplating what he should do next, before walking forward towards Sasori. The tone of voice the puppet hinted that the longer it took, the longer his "talk" would be.

Standing once he deemed Deidara near enough, Sasori stared expressionlessly at the blond for a moment before frowning. He went to the door, closing it and locking it before he turned to face his partner again. "Now, Deidara. You know how I feel about my puppets, don't you?" He started back towards the blond, joints making almost threatening cracking noises with every other step.

At that moment, Deidara really wished he had taken his pillow ans slept downstairs. But sadly it wasn't the case in this scenario. The blond looked at his partner, backing away a little. 'I wouldn't've broken it if I didn't think it was gunna kill me, un!' he blurted out. 'It was...self defense...that's it.' He was starting to get worried that Sasori would add him to his very large collection of human puppets. He didn't exactly want that to be his way to go, either. He could've made a break for the door, but sadly it was locked now. And he didn't really want to jump out the window to escape either. Basically, he was trapped.

The red-head was cackling iglee/ifully - on the inside, anyway. On the outside, he continued his angry little charade. He took one more step towards the blond before he stopped, eyes never leaving Deidara's. Almost as if he was able to hear his partner's worries, he smirked cruelly. He enjoyed making the blond nervous. "I'm going to need a... iReplacement/i."

And despite what it sounded like, he didn't mean the Ring-puppet from earlier. Not that ithat/i was clear. But hey, he had a chance to scare the sculptor for the second time that night. He was inot/i passing it up.

Deidara's blue eyes widened in fear. He was going to kill him and add him to his collection. He carried on walking backwards until he felt the cold wall against his back. Crap. Now he couldn't go anywhere. So, what did he do? Yes, he moved into the corner and sat down, his shaking arms outstreched as protection. 'Stoppit, Danna,' he wailed. 'I'm not ready to go yet. I dun wanna, un!' He couldn't really be in a more fucked position. His bombs were at the other end of the room, so he had no means of defense by using his usual weapons.

Oh, how he iloved/i to see his partner squirm. Or, at least, it was as close to love as a supposedly emotionless puppet could get. Sasori moved until he was just about half a dozen inches infront of the blond, and then he crouched. Heh, Deidara actually thought he was going to kill him? Sure, he'd thought about it. Often during or after their arguments. But then he'd probably get stuck with Tobi - among other... iThings/i that kept him from acting on several of his thoughts.

"Hn... Of course not. That's why we're going tomorrow," the puppet pointed out, tone and expression rather blank, if not casual, or even bored. As if nothing had been going on just seconds ago. "Leader-sama will be awfully pissed off if he finds out I mangled one of the sheets."

Deidara carried on couring until Sasori had finished his little speech. He put his arms down a little. He still wasn't sure if the puppet had been lying the whole time, but he was prepared to let his guard down just a bit. 'Going?' he asked, blinking. Had he let something slip from his mind? Something he was meant to remember? Maybe asking wasn't really a wise move. A move that would probably end up with his life being threatened once again. He would've tried to move from his little corner, if only the puppet wasn't blocking his way.

The puppet cocked his head to the side before giving a little shrug. "Yes. Going." He paused, then he remembered that the blond probably didn't have much of an idea of what he was talking about. Sasori stood, taking a small step back before turning and wandering off towards his little workstation in the other corner of the room. "I used one of the sheets off of my bed for the dress on that puppet. I need to go to the village tomorrow to buy a new one." He settled himself down for a night of tinkering with his creations, casting a brief glance back at Deidara over his shoulder. "You can come if you want. Whatever."

The blond artist warily stood up, nodding. 'I'll come, un. I could keep you company,' he grinned, going over to his bed. Whew, panic over. He just hoped Sasori wasn't planning on slaughtering him in his sleep during the night. He snuggled under the covers, leaving the bed-side light, seeing as the puppet would want some form of luminence to help him see his works. It wasn't as if the blond's sleep would be disturbed by the light. He could easily just hide himself under the covers. After a couple of minutes of trying to get to sleep, and failing miserably, the artist poked his head over the covers. 'Danna? I'm scared,' he mumbled quietly. Though he didn't expect much sympathy from his partner. He thought he'd just announce it.

The usual creepy, contented smile alighted on the red-head's lips as he began to start on a new puppet. His time would probably be better spent making improvements on the ones he currently had stashed away - like Hiruko - but... He had all the time in the world for them. Literally. Why not create something new, and iuseful/i this time?

Sasori was unadmittedly thankful that Deidara left the light on - though he was used to working in the dark, the light enabled him to work more accurately.

Though he frowned and sighed irritably at his partner's little announcement. What was there to be scared of? He wasn't alone or anything. Then again, the puppet mused, that could be the problem... "Hmph. Scared of what, exactly?," he inquired, not looking up from his work.

A small red blush appeared on Deidara's face. He looked down a little embarrassed. 'The ring girl,' he mumbled, hiding his face under the blanket again. He wasn't really expecting some sort of comforting reply from his partner. He just hoped for one. Actually, the thing that had scared him the most was Sasori's practical joke. But the film was pretty close behind. 'She's not gunna come kill me, right?' came his quiet voice from underneath the covers.

Sasori paused for a moment, blinking slowly. He was scared of that foolish Ring movie? "Don't be stupid, Deidara." The puppet resumed his work, pretty much just shaping the torso of his newest little toy. 'Hmm'ing quietly, he reached for a small sheet of sandpaper. "It takes iseven/i days, doesn't it?" He snickered quietly. "You don't have to worry until a week from now."

Well, that certainly didn't help. The sculptor let out a little wailing noise. Then something occured to him. 'Wait...we all watched it. That means we're all gunna die, un!' He hugged himself tightly, whining uneasily. 'Why did Tobi have to choose such a horrible movie?' Yes, if he was still alive by morning, he'd probably tell Tobi off. And steal his shoes as punishment.

It was almost unbelievable just how childish his partner could get. But, the puppet could only smile. This meant that in a week, he could scare the hell out of the blond... Again. Unless someone gave him the 'it was only a fucking movie you stupid idiot, now shut up' talk. He began sanding down some of the rough patches on the wood he was working with slowly. "... Go to sleep."

Not wanted to have another "talk", Deidara obeyed the puppet and attempted to get to sleep. The sounds of him working were somewhat calming him down. Even though everytime he closed his eyes he saw the little girl with long black hair and a white dress. So instead of trying to get to sleep, he used the old method of counting sheep. Within ten minutes of counting, the clay molding ninja was fast asleep.

The puppet continued to work carefully, half-lidded eyes making sure he missed nothing, no little detail at all. He only paused a while later to listen to Deidara's breathing; the slow, even breathing of sleep. Good, good. He once again went back to what he had been doing just seconds ago - the same thing he'd be doing all throughout that night 'til morning.

The blond had managed to kick half the blanket off himself and was now hugging it tightly. He had a habit of doing that in his sleep, usually causing him to wake up in the middle of the night feeling very cold. He wasn't a very tidy sleeper. 'Nnh…' he whimpered into the fabric, the sound quite muffled. 'Danna...' The name he called his partner was slurred, he was still asleep. He didn't usually talk in his sleep. It was normally just little whimpering noises..

His concentration had been fully on the creation of his new puppet until his ears picked up the muffled mumbling coming from his sleeping partner. Odd, he was sleep-talking... Sasori frowned and glanced over his shoulder to confirm that the blond was actually asleep before gently putting his tools down. He stood - slowly, so that his joints didn't crackle loudly and wake the sleeper up. Then he carefully made his way over to the foot of the bed, looking over the sculptor before raising a brow, curious as to whether or not he was going to say anything else. As well as to why - or so it sounded like - the blond had mumbled his name. Or at least the name he usually used.

The blond had now flopped over onto his front, the teeth of his good hand holding onto the blanket, preventing it from falling onto the floor. His ingured arm was hanging limply off the side of the bed. Once again, the puppet master's name escaped from the bomber's mouth. This was then followed by another little whimper. He moved his good arm to hold tightly onto the injury, causing the blanket to crumple onto the floor in heap, joining one of his pillows he had also managed to discard.

"Hnn." Deidara really needed to be strapped down at nights. He moved around too much. Sasori tilted his head to one side slightly when he heard his name again, briefly wondering what the blond was dreaming about. He watched as the blanket joined one of the pillows on the floor before stepping around the bed and over to them. He reached down, picking the blanket up and glancing over at his partner. Huh, he hadn't noticed the injured arm before... Probably because he was too occupied with other things.

Eh, he'd ask in the morning. Or whenever the blond woke up. 'Till then... The puppet carefully began putting the blanket back on the bed and over the blond, hoping the action wouldn't end up waking him up. He didn't need him catching a cold, after all.

A little grin spread across the blond's lips when the blanket was placed back over his body and the warmth came back. He turned onto his side, still clutching his sore arm. After a few more whimpers passed the artist's mouth, he remained silent. Minus the sound of his breathing. 'You dun love me more,' he mumbled quietly, the little grin appearing on his face again. And once again, he started hugging the blanket tightly.

Good, he didn't accidentally wake the blond up. The red-head nudged the pillow with his foot and shrugged a bit before turning to head back to his little workstation. But before he got anywhere, he heard Deidara mumble something else and froze, peering over his shoulder. 'You dun love me more'? What the heck was that supposed to mean...? He furrowed his brow, thouroughly puzzled. Then he briefly thought about trying to influence his partner's dreams in order to get him to explain - but thought better of it and started back to his little corner of the room. It would be hard to come up with an excuse if he was caught manipulating the blond like that.

The next morning, Deidara woke up at the usual time of seven. Why seven? That was time that Itachi had exited the bathroom, leaving it unclaimed. This was also the time when no one else had raided the kitchen for breakfast. He had previously suggested to Sir Leader for there to be a chart showing who could use the bathroom at which time. But that failed. After having a quick shower, re-dressing his arm, fixing his hair and re-applying his nail polish, he left the bathroom and headed downstairs. After much thinking, he decided leftovers from last night's dinner was the best option seeing as it would be quite a challenge to make his breakfast using only one hand. Yummy.

Around an hour before Deidara had woken up, Sasori had left his little workstation to wonder around and clear his mind. Which, effectively, ended up with the puppet sitting in the living room with an anatomy book in hand. He hadn't a clue where it came from - it had just been left on the floor near the couch. So, without little else to do, he had decided to flip through it.

And now he was reading through a chapter on the human nervous system. He knew most, if not everything to do with the human body, but it didn't hurt to brush up on such things sometimes. It kept the knowledge fresh in his mind and lessened his chances of forgetting something useful.

After finishing his "breakfast" Deidara headed into the living room. Hoping no one else was in there. Mainly because he didn't want to fight for the remote like many times before. Oh? Sasori had already beaten him there. But luckily he wasn't watching the television. He rested his chin on the sofa behind Sasori's head. He knew the puppet had probably already sensed his presence, but he'd try to make him jump. He held the puppet at the back of the neck. He thought he'd show his partner his own knowledge of the human body. 'If you were human and I were to send enough chakra to my hand, you'd be dead straight away, un,' he giggled. 'But you aren't anymore. So you're safe.'

The puppet had, indeed, sensed the blond's presence once he had stepped into the room, but didn't acknowledge it. Until, of course, he noticed the hand at the back of his neck. It didn't make the red-head jump, exactly, though he noticably twitched.

"Hence why I'm not particularly worried," he muttered distractedly, not looking up from the book and simply turning the page to a diagram of the human body showing different pressure points and what they do when jabbed or influenced by an influx of chakra. He snorted, smirking slightly. "You're not as stupid as I thought you were." A second later, he added, "If you're still coming, we should leave for the village at noon."

The blond, moved around the sofa to sit next to his partner and folded his arms. 'I'm not stupid...I'm...uhm,' Deidara replied. He hadn't really thought through his little comeback very well had he? He carried on looking up at the ceiling, searching for the right word to use. A dictionary would be a good idea. He looked over at the puppet and grinned. 'Okay, un!' he giggled, hugging him and quickly jumping off the sofa in case the red head decided to punch him. Before leaving the room, he turned to look at his partner again. 'I got my hug, un!' he called, before disappearing and running upstairs.

Due to the pitiful comeback, Sasori decided... He was iso/i going to have to force the blond to read more. Maybe when they were in the village he could pick up a few books and threaten Deidara with nonfatal but still painful poison unless he read them. Mm... There was a plan... And then his thoughts were interrupted.

If the puppet was still organic, his muscles would have tensed and he probably would have blushed at the quick hug administered by his partner. But, since he wasn't, he simply flinched and growled, but the blond was gone before he could get up, do or say anything snappy. What did he have for breakfast - pure friggin' sugar? And the red head didn't get to inquire about that arm, either. He put the anatomy book back down where he had originally found it - oddly enough, it didn't interest him much anymore.

Back up in the room, Deidara was easing on his cloak. He glanced out the window. Rain. Brilliant. He sighed, going over to his "box of tricks" as it were and took out some clay. He set himself on the floor in front of his bed and began moulding away. And with only one hand, it felt pretty strange. The floor in front of his bed seemed to be his only work space. He was tempted to use Sasori's, but it would only get all sticky from the clay. So, in a sense, the floor was a much better option. He smiled to himself, remembering that he had managed to hug Sasori without being told off. And he felt so proud of himself for doing so.