Okay. The first chapter. Hope you enjoy!


Sasori awoke the next morning to a very cloudy, very wet, and very dreary day. To make matters worse, his coffee pot broke and the power was out.

He was feeling quite irritated when he stepped into his workshop in the attic. Puppet parts were neatly organized and Sasori was glad he had brought everything in yesterday before the rain.

He'd dreamt of the statue last night. Konan was dancing with it and Hidan was throwing puppet arms at them. It was somewhat scary that something like that was actually likely to happen with the kind of personalities his friends had.

He shook his head and set to work on the puppet in front of him. Sasori would love to become like his puppets but it wasn't possible so he pushed the thought from his mind. He didn't like to ponder on things and he hated waiting. The only thing he would wait for patiently was for the paint or glue to dry on his puppets.

The rain was noisy and seemed to echo in the attic which annoyed Sasori to great lengths. His head was pounding and he needed to relax. He hadn't had his coffee, he could barely see in the dimly lit attic, and his head hurt. Today was not going to be a good day.

He slammed his tools down and walked grumpily down the ladder and grabbed his cigarettes and lighter. He needed a smoke right now.

Slamming the door while headed out into the back yard he lit his cigarette and started to smoke. He glared at the greyish statue that was completely random on his neatly mowed lawn.

He decided to move it into the shed before the rain got worse. The cardboard was still on the lawn underneath the statue and was a wet and nasty mess.

"Stupid fucking statue. Stupid fucking rain. Stupid fucking cardboard." Sasori mentally cursed.

He was about to bend over and tilt the statue to pull the cardboard out from underneath when he dropped his lit cigarette fell on the base of the statue.

Sasori was blown back by an immense amount of heat. He hit his back against the side of the house and it knocked the wind out of him. He gasped for air and tried to see what had happened but all he saw was large black dots in front of his face from the impact.

He sat there and caught his breath and waited for the dots to disappear before standing up. He looked over to where the statue had been.

There was no longer a statue there. There were shards of clay all around the yard (huge mess to clean up afterwards) and a woman with long hair in a much messed up ponytail containing shards of clay. The woman was on her hands and knees with her head hung down and gasping for air.

Sasori was very surprised to say the least. The statue exploded and there was a woman in its place.

"What the hell?"

Sasori walked cautiously towards her and tapped her on the shoulder.

She looked up at him with startling blue eyes. Fear played across her face and she blinked a few times.

"Umm, are you okay?" Sasori had no idea what to say other than that. What should you say when you're statue comes to life?

"Fine," She stood up on wobbly legs and Sasori placed his hand on her shoulder to steady her.

Sasori had no idea what to say to this beauty. He had never felt attracted to anyone before and this was all new to him. This woman was stirring thing up in him that he had never felt before and he didn't even know her!

"Water." She coughed.

"Right." He helped her into his house and sat her at the dining table and fetched a glass of water. She took it and downed it quickly.

"Thanks! I'm Deidara, un!" She looked at him with a fake smile.

"I'm Sasori Akasuna."

"Sorry about that." She rubbed the back of her head, pulled a piece of clay out of her hair and placed it beside the glass on the table. "Exploding and all that, un. You know?" She forced a laugh. It was very awkward at the moment.

"Why were you a statue?" He wanted to know how it happened and how Konan had come across it. It was pure human nature to be curious.

"Long story. I don't feel like telling a stranger I just met, un."

"Right. Where do you live then? I can drop you off…"

"No, un!" She looked afraid. "I mean… uh. No thanks. I'll walk. Umm…"

"You don't have a place do you?" Sasori nodded.

"That's not it… no. not at all, un."

"You can stay in the spare bedroom until you can support yourself."

"Really, un?" Her eyes shone with gratitude. Did she have speech impediment.

Sasori nodded and she jumped up and glomped him.

"Thank you, un!"

"You have a last name?" Sasori asked her.

"Iwa, un!" The name sounded familiar.

"Alright then Miss Iwa, your room is…"

Whack!

"Who you calling a girl, un!" Deidara just punched Sasori in the jaw. Sasori looked up at her stunned.

"umm, you?"

"I'm a guy, un!" Deidara yelled at the Sasori on the floor and pouted. She's a he?

"Sorry, for thinking the cross dresser named Deidara was a girl." Sasori glared at him.

"I am not a cross dresser, un!"

"Whatever. I'll show you your room." Sasori picked himself up and dusted himself off. He started up the stairs and Deidara followed.

"Nice house, un" Deidara mumbled.

"Thank you." Sasori paused in front of the spare bedroom. "This is your room. Bathroom's just beside it farther down the hall."

Deidara nodded and went inside the bedroom. It had light blue walls and a dark blue bedspread. A desk in the corner and a dresser beside the desk. It was a fair sized room.

Sasori checked his watch. It was just passed lunch.

"If your hungry come downstairs."

"Hn." Deidara didn't even look at him. He was too engrossed in the small toy puppets that a child would play with on the dresser.

Sasori was annoyed at the brat. Brat. The nickname fit him perfectly. A nuisance, annoyance, whatever you called him, he would always be "brat".

He vaguely wondered what the brat likes to eat but it soon slipped his mind as he made fried eggs and bacon. It was never to late in the day for bacon and eggs.

He ate the food contently and it must've been the scent of the food that caused the brat to come down. Sasori pulled out another plate and they ate in silence.

"Thanks again, un." Deidara looked up at him. "For letting me stay." Sasori gave a weak smile and finished eating.

"Why don't you go get a haircut tomorrow? I'll pay." Sasori offered.

"Why would I need a hair cut, un?" Deidara looked puzzled.

"You look like a woman." Sasori said and picked up their dishes.

"I do not, un!" Deidara fumed.

"Hn," Sasori put the dishes in the sink and pulled the rest of his chocolate birthday cake out of the fridge.

"Here." He handed the brat a plate with a slice of cake.

Deidara blinked and took the cake.

"This is good, un!" Deidara said with his mouthful.

Sasori smiled. At least one of them liked cake.


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