Chapter 2
"Dang it!"
I screamed as I threw yet another clay sculpture at the wall of my room. A shock of red filled my peripheral vision.
"You are making a mess of our room, Deidara-san. Please refrain from littering clay all over the ceiling and walls. Whats wrong, anyway? We completed the mission."
Sasori said as he plopped down on the bed handing me an exasperated and knowing look. I turned away from his brown eyes because the color was just too close to hers.
"Whats it to you, puppet-master, yeah?"
I spat back.
"Well leader-sama has assigned us a new task, Deidara-san, and I really don't like working with you when you are in of your moods. "
I turned back to him on his curly red hair knowing that his brown orbs would just throw me into fit. Even though Sasori could be quite a bastard I know that in his own sick way he cares.
"Look, un. I met this kunochi on our last mission. She reminded me of those Chinese women in those ancient drawings. I took a picture with the scope so I could sculpt her when I came back. But eveytime I try to I just…. Can't get the way she holds her eyes right, yeah.."
I looked up at Sasori and watched him as he took in what I just said. He was wearing a very seriuos face and opened his mouth to speak.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
But instead laughed. In my vision I was seeing red again and this time it wasn't his hair. I pulled my hand back preparing to knock his clock clean when I felt charkra strings tighten on my wrist.
"Watch it, pretty boy. Wouldn't want to mess up that face there. Youll get need iot to get this little lady that you are so smitten with."
Sasori said as he pinched my cheeks. I was still seeing red long after he vanished from my sight. I than let out a scream that could be heard from a mile radius. No one here understands what an artist feels when he cant finish his work.