Hey! -Waves- Here's chapter two, which explains Saso's body thing. So if anyone finds it doesn't make sense after the explanation give me some advice on how to make it make sense.
Yeah.
And I know the "its" in the story's summary should be It's . ;)
Enjoy!
Sasori sat in the center of his room. His second favorite puppet, Hiruko, lay dismantled in front of the puppeteer. He hadn't bothered to switch back to his puppet body. Sasori supposed he'd have to get used to it. The body was originally Deidara's idea, and Sasori, with enough time, was able to conjure it in less than five months. It allowed Sasori to feel to some extent. There were also small portions of blood in special places of Sasori's body. Most of the blood was directed around Sasori's chest, arms and stomach.
Should he get cut, no one would be suspicious if he bled normally. Their mission had to do with getting inside the village. Supposedly, a villager in the mist village was suspected of having a biju. Deidara and Sasori were assigned to get info on whatever occurrences were suspicious in the small village. But after his quick trip with Deidara, Sasori wasn't sure if there was much to go on.
"Robbers wouldn't dare steal such poor items from sellers like those poor sell-"
Sasori yelped as one of Hiruko's joints caught on some skin on his finger. He instinctively put the finger in his mouth. His eyes narrowed a little before the putting the joint in its proper place. There was a small knock on the door and Sasori turned to see Deidara walk in. His hair was slightly ruffled, and he wore a tired expression. The red head guessed he had fallen asleep.
"What was that, hmm?" Deidara asked.
Sasori took the finger out of his mouth and responded coldly, "What was what, brat?" Deidara entered the room, closing the door behind him.
"Get rid of that useless facade Sasori-no-Danna, hm. I know you're in your human body. And I was talking about that squeak, hm. I didn't know you could sound so girly, hmm."
Sasori growled a little, and turned back to his puppet. "There you go again Sasori-no Danna! Stop taking everything so personal, hmm! I was just poking some fun at you." Sasori turned around, face void of emotion. "Deidara, I don't have time for your games." Sasori heard Deidara laugh lightly.
"Sasori, you know I don't mean any of it. Don't be like that. We both know it annoys me, hmm."
Sasori turned around, away from Deidara. Both let the silence continue before Sasori said aloud, "I wonder if you really know how much I sometimes do care about you." Deidara sat down next to his red haired partner.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're always this childish, Sasori-no-Danna..."
"No, it's just around you..."
Deidara snaked his arms around Sasori's waist and let his partner slowly get used to the new feeling. "Deidara, let-" Sasori paused and sighed. Screw it, he thought to himself as he submissively let Deidara continue. Deidara let his fingers run through the younger looking boy's feathery hair. Sasori let out a relaxed sigh, an obvious sign of his enjoyment to this new attention. Deidara had never been this close with his partner. The blonde boy kissed the side of Sasori's neck affectionately and softly whispered, "How much can you feel, hmmmm?"
"Almost as good as a human."
Deidara continued to pet Sasori gently. "That's good, hmm." Deidara said aloud. Both wanted to stay as they were for as long as possible. Sasori didn't mind it much when the blonde frequently decided to show the puppet master some physical attention. Sasori actually sort of liked it. But like hell he'd say it aloud.
"Come sleep with me, Sasori-no-Danna." Deidara spoke against the silence. The puppet wriggled out of Deidara's grasp, his eyes wide with amazement.
"What exactly do you mean by that, brat?"
Deidara laughed, leaning forward and whispering in Sasori's ear, "Little pervert, hmm." Sasori's cheeks developed a light pink color and Deidara gave his trademark smirk.
"Come on Sasori. I don't bite, hmm." Sasori looked from Deidara to Hiruko. He repeated the process another three times before standing up, letting Deidara follow him.
"You're lucky I have emotions in this body."
"Oh is that how it works, hmm?"
"I think I've explained this to you already. By surrounding my heart in a container and placing it in semi-harmful poison, along with the right body of course, I can make myself immune to feeling. All I have to do is support it with some chakra. With this body, my heart is placed with my same blood type. With that, I can feel emotionally. Add chakra pathways I put in my body, and that acts exactly like a nervous system which helps me feel phys-"
Sasori was cut short as Deidara hugged Sasori from the back tightly. "Take it easy Danna, hm. I know the whole deal with your heart container." Deidara said, walking ahead, and opening the door to his room. Sasori looked inside, actually amazed at Deidara's neatness. At the far right corner of the room was a bed with a small nightstand to the left of it. Various bags with Deidara's belongings were lined up on the farther left of the room. There was a shelf, next to the door and a small window above the bed.
"Good job actually keeping it neat Deidara."
"You expected it to be messier?"
"Something like that."
Sasori cautiously entered the room, a sort of nervous feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach. "Come on Danna, hm. You act like I'm going to kidnap you." Deidara pushed Sasori onto the bed, pinning the red head under him. "D-Deidara!" Sasori gasped, trying to get the blonde artist to let him go. "Relax, hm." Sasori sat up against the headboard as soon as felt Deidara get off him.
"You don't need to sleep do you?" Deidara asked, lying down next to his partner. "No. If you want I'll stay a bit." Sasori said. A second later, he felt Deidara pull him down against the pillows. "You owe me Danna, hm. You woke me up with your girlish yelp."
"Pffft. At least I'm not as girlish as you." Sasori's hand ran through Deidara's yellow hair lovingly.
"Hilarious Danna, hm. At least I'm not as misguided as you. Art is a fleeting moment of beauty."
"Art is eternal. It's as simple as that." Sasori said letting the strands of hair he had held drop back onto bed.
"Art is a bang, hm."
"It's Eternal."
"Fleeting, hmm."
Sasori let Deidara place a hand on his waist, and another at the back of his neck. "Art is the beauty of keeping something forever. The beauty of seeing it last through everything."
Deidara leaned forward, both partner's lips barely touching. "That's love Sasori, hmm." Deidara whispered against the other's lips, "I'm talking about art, hm." Both wasted no time in giving the other a small kiss. That was the last thing Deidara felt before the blonde allowed sleep to overtake him.
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