Deidara had a pout spread across his face and growled out in slight annoyance as he followed the other male, "Why are you so determined to keep me when it is so obvious that you hate me, un?" The blond was just trying to start a conversation, after all silence was something that he just couldn't stand. Moving his visible blue eye towards the sky he observed that it was probably going to be an almost unbearable night and for two reasons. One he was going to have to stay with this strange hardened shinobi that SO obviously wanted to kill him; and two it seemed that rain clouds were starting to move in along with a few cold blasts of wind that made the boy fold his arms into the warm folds of his black clothing.
Sasori smirked inside Hiruko. This kid was smart, after all, if not alittle too smart with a tounge like that. But, the kid did have a point. Sasori never really needed a partner, as his numbers could vary from three to threehundred. It wasnt up to him to get a new partner-It was the Leaders. The other members may have needed partners for more efficient missions, but Sasori didnt see the point himself, teamwise. The Akatsuki just needed more chakra-And this child had... Interesting abillities. Enough to make the Leader want him.
"You are... An important asset to the Akatsuki. It wasnt up to me to have you replace my last partner, It was the Leaders. If I had it my way you would already be dead."
Deidara flinched at the other's words and held in the urge to just turn around and run away from the since of dread those words seemed to have brought over him. Still his curiosity was also peaked by what the puppeteer had said. What exactly did he mean by an important asset and more importantly, what the hell happened to the man's last partner? Keeping his pace a constant speed that would make him not be left behind the blond started to mull over the information he had gathered, though it just caused more questions to appear in his head.
Hours past, before Sasori noticed the leaves on trees moving more than usual, the sky darkening, and the howl of wind inside his shell. He also heard the annoying chattering of teeth behind him.
"We'll make camp here for now." Go get some firewood will you? Ill get the rest done." Sasori smoothly spoke, feeling odd for sounding so nice. Hearing a sigh of relief, he heard the tired feet scuffle off. Peering into the direction the boy went off too, Sasori flicked the tiny switch inside hiruko, and blinked as the outside world came more into view. Stepping out of his shell, Sasori chucked a small scroll to the ground, and pressed a seal against it. With a poof of thin smoke, a small cream coloured tent came into view. That should be enough for the kid, He thought grumpily. Turning around to kick some rocks into a circle for the fire place, a clatter of wood was suddenly heard right behind him. Turning his head sharply, Sasori came face to face with a very shocked Deidara, before glancing at Hiruko and then back. Ah, thats right, Deidara hadnt seen his real body yet. Hmph. Sasori smirk increased when he saw the blonde's eyes thin in suspition, before getting into a fight pose. He clearly didnt get that he was Sasori.
Deidara was tense his mind was racing a mile a second as his gaze continued to flicker towards the shape of what was supposed to be Sasori's body and then to the red headed man that seemed to only be a few years older than himself. From the blond's point of view it appeared to be that this man killed the Akatsuki member and was now raiding the camp. Biting his lip slightly he asked slowly, though inwardly he wondered why he didn't just run when he had the chance to be finally free from the Akatsuki, "Who are you, yeah?"
"Heh, you really are stupid after all." Sasori spoke with a smirk, before approaching the clearly shaken boy. "Can you not even recognise my chakra?" Sasori watched the boys facials become confused, then shocked as his right leg started to move on its own accord.
Looking up at the red head again, Sasori smile became wider as the boy began to realise.
"Nice to see the real me? Deidara-chan?"
Deidara tired his hardest to hide his surprise under an irritated look though he was failing miserably as he couldn't seem to be able to concentrate or form complete thoughts as the other continued to approach. The blond actually started to shake slightly as he tried to back away in response to the red head getting closer, but this lead to him finding that he feet and body were rooted to their spots as the chakra strings remained attached. He was REALLY starting to hate those damn things as he quickly cast his gaze upwards to look into the muddy red eyes of the other man's causing him to swallow hard in fear, after all Deidara hadn't really thought of Sasori as being a person because of his strange looks but now seeing a man before him he couldn't help but feel intimidated.
Deidara couldn't help but cringe as he Watched Sasori's approach, and all he could do was wish he would sink into the tree and never be found again.
Sasori stood infront of him now, and he noticed he was only slightley taller that Deidara, making his heart twitch in annoyance under the black cloak. Lifting his arm, he chuckled at how Deidara fliched as he moved closer. Placing a finger on Deidara's cheek, he saw how he shivered at the cold touch. Silently he wished he had feeling again, just to feel the true texture of the face. Sighing, Sasori turned to leave-heading back to Hiruko.
Deidara had felt his breath hitch in his throat the moment he had felt the cold, smooth touch to his cheek. It took everything inch of his will power to not pass out from the sheer shock and fear that seemed to completely roll over his body. But as the man finally moved away the blond's knees started to feel weak as he slowly sunk to a seated position on the ground, not caring that the cloth of his shirt was snagged and ripped by the course bark of the tree that was just behind him. Deidara closed his eyes taking in slow deep breathes and seemed to un-numb his body. Finally having complete control over his body once again he opened his azure eyes to look towards the red head wonder and fear still palpable all around his body. The ice cold touch of the other... it almost felt like furnished wood, just what was this man?