Well, as it were Kisame was not there. In fact, Kisame wouldn't be there for over an hour; and there was nothing more that Sasori hated more than people wasting his time.
If that wasn't bad enough, Kisame simply waltzed in without so much as a nod in acknowledgement. "You're late." Sasori grunted from inside Hiruko; somehow managing to make his voice sound angrier than it already was.
"Then we should hurry, shouldn't we?" Kisame answered, sounding the slightest bit disheveled, or rushed. Sasori couldn't put his finger on it; but there were other things to worry about.
Sasori and Kisame hadn't been on the best of terms lately, and the long journey to Iwagakure was certainly not a pleasant one. Three days of Kisame endlessly droning on about his precious Samehada: Sasori could hardly wait to have somebody else in his presence, just to stop Kisame from talking.
But he regretted the thought the second he saw who was to be his new partner.
That is assuming it was a he…
He was sitting atop a large boulder, with his ridiculous hair blowing in what slight wind there was. If that wasn't enough to make the scene cheesy, it was approximately eight o'clock, and the sun had just begin to set, leaving frantic pinks and reds smeared across the dim purple sky, making everything seem to have the slightest glow to it.
And if his foolishly long hair wasn't enough to make him look like a girl; his face was. His eyes were a deep shade of blue (from what Sasori could tell in the current light), and he had plump lips; emphasizing his smirk.
"I'm Deidara, un." he said simply, walking closer to the two cloaked men standing just a few feet away from him; bringing Sasori to shocking realization that he had been to busy criticizing his looks to see the boy jump off of the boulder.
"Kisame." Kisame said simply, smirking his usual sly smile.
"Sasori." he growled, beginning to turn; ready to leave.
After hours… or possibly minutes (it was hard to tell with the striking similar landscapes, and the deafening silence) later Deidara began to speak, again.
"Nice… sword, un."
"Samehada." Kisame corrected, going into his usual drone of conversation, Deidara adding in little 'hms' and 'uns', probably just to make Kisame think he was actually listening.
"Sasori, how do you fight?" Deidara asked, cutting Kisame short of a few more minutes of tedious details about blades.
Sasori debated if he should answer or not, but settled on a simple two word answer.
"Art. Puppets," the red-head replied, as if it were two separate ideas, rather than one.
There was a small surprised sound as Deidara smiled "Art," he mumbled "I make exploding statues." he said simply.
Another person who fights with art? Maybe… living with this brat won't be so bad after all… Sasori thought.
"Exploding?" Kisame asked, feeling left out.
"Here, un." Deidara said, reaching his left hand into a small pouch on his hip and after a moment, drawing it out and holding it up; revealing a small mouth on his hand, as a small butterfly flew from his hand and letting it fly until it appeared to be right in front of the moon, then making a hand sign.
Almost immediately there was a large 'BANG' as flames erupted from where the butterfly once was, sending dark smoke floating into the heavens.
"Don't draw attention to us." Sasori scolded, walking forward.
"You'd think a fellow artist would understand the beauty of that, un." Deidara responded, sounding the least bit angry.
"That was not art. That was an explosion; art should be able to last, should be able to fight back, and leave a lasting memory before the victim takes their last breath."
"But art is a bang, un." Deidara scoffed "And dolls could hardly be called art, either!"
Sasori growled "Human puppets. I am able to take a persons body and turn it into wood, immortalizing that person, using their image against their friends and giving them deadly capabilities."
"Like what?!" a strikingly flustered Deidara asked.
Sasoris' hand played over a lever just left of his hand, and pulling it back: It was easier to show that to explain.
A giant sectioned tail whipped out of the back of the puppet, it's end pointed and covered in the most deadly of poisons; the cure of which only Sasori knew.
It struck the ground just inches to Deidaras' left, causing the boy to jump a few feet to the side in sheer surprise.
"Like that." Sasori said simply, doubling his pace.
"Hm…" Deidara mumbled, finding a new found respect for his new partner. "I see your reasoning, Sasori-danna."
Master? Sasori asked himself, How foolish of him to gain respect so quickly.
Nothing too eventful happened in the few first days of Deidaras' arrival. But on the ninth day exactly:
"S-sasori, no…no-danna?" a weak voice came from the door of the room, interrupting Sasori in his detailed examination of one of his countless puppets.
"What is it, Deidara?!" he flipped around, taking one glance in the direction of the voice, and trying to hide his surprise at what he saw in the doorway.
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DUN DUN DUN...Cliffhanger.
I'm really sorry it took so long to upload this last chapter, and it's crappyness is probably due to the fact that I've been on vacation forever D:
Anyway, I appologize if Deidara is ukestremely out of character in the future, and I thank all of the amazing people who decided to review/ favorite 8D
Until next time!