Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Akatsuki or any of the characters/concepts featured. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
In Deidara's book, the inventor of cookies deserved a gold medal.
Having arrived home at around midnight, he had stolen five portions of chocolate chip goodness and smuggled them away to his bedroom.
It had been a difficult task; the keys had jangled loudly and his younger sister, Ino, had left her toys scattered all over the place. Unfortunately this included her (rather extensive) Lego collection, and he had stepped on several Lego bricks, along with a Lego man.
It had taken all of his willpower not to scream.
At least now he had a nice food reserve to keep him happy whilst watching cat videos.
All was well in the house of Iwa.
And homework? Fuck that.
He tore his gaze from his laptop and looked over at the doll on his bed. He had placed it next to one of his throw pillows and it leaned a little to the right, but that somehow made it seem cuter. It's beautiful, heavy-lidded brown eyes made it seem so dreamy, and it's lips were set in a sleepy smile. It looked very picturesque just sitting there, like a Christmas card from your grandmother.
Unable to resist, he stood from his desk and walked over to it, picking it up again.
How could Hidan have suggested burning something so adorable? Granted, the guy was nuts, but surely even he could see that it was just too cute for that...
Deidara scowled and turned the figurine over, his eyes once again landing its pale neck. The inscription was still there, though in the light of the bedroom it seemed a little clearer, and, if he squinted, he could make out a second word.
Sasori.
That had to be its name; it started with a capital letter, and he had never heard of a city called "Sasori" either.
He brought the doll over to his laptop, setting it down next to his pencil sharpener. Its head tilted to the side, it's eyes shining with, what looked like, curiosity. It seemed to be asking what he was doing.
'I just need to know more about you, hm,' muttered Deidara, taking hold of the mouse and creating a second tab.
He opened Google and set to work, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he typed in the word "Noroi".
The result sent a few shivers up his spine.
Curse.
He sent the doll a wary glance, half-expecting it to growl at him and whip out a chainsaw. It didn't. It just sat there, staring at him and smiling.
Deidara could see his own reflection in its eyes and for a brief moment he was mesmerised, like a kid looking into a tropical fish tank.
Then he shook his head and turned back to the computer.
He still didn't believe in curses or voodoo, or black magic. All of it was bullshit as far as he was concerned; he felt ashamed that he had even considered the notion.
Dolls and chainsaws...
He grunted and typed in the second, newly-discovered, word: "Sasori".
Scorpion.
Well at least it had a badass name. He chuckled; the doll was so sweet and loveable, and yet it shared its title with a deadly, poisonous insect. It was a ridiculous combo, like naming a kitten Doom-bringer or having a dinosaur called Fluffy.
He leaned back in his chair, spinning and staring at the ceiling. He adored spinning chairs; they were just so fun to glide around on.
'Sasori...Sasori...Sa-so-ri,' he repeated, the syllables flicking off his tongue with minimal effort.
It sounded nice, especially the pronunciation of the "R".
He could see himself getting used to it pretty quickly. He'd just have to hide it from Ino; her tiny hands were actually quite destructive and she had a reputation for breaking things.
Sighing, he shut his laptop and glanced at the clock on the far wall, groaning when he realised that it was half past midnight. He knew he needed to get some sleep; he had school in the morning, and he didn't want to start slacking off too much, lest his mother catch on.
He stood up and stretched his arms before making his way to the bathroom. Hygiene was something he felt strongly about and he refused to go to bed without a shower. After all, he had been running through Chiyo's house and that meant he was probably covered in dust and webs and various other icky things.
'Maybe that's why she's so depressed,' he whispered to himself, grabbing his iPod and exiting the room. 'I would be too if I lived in a dust bunny, un...'
As he walked, he scrolled through his songs.
It had become a habit for him to listen to music in the shower; he'd place the iPod on the floor, so as to avoid moisture. Now, seeing as he was the only one awake, he could indulge in a few guilty pleasures.
Namely, Wiggle by Jason Derulo.
In fact, he was still humming to himself as he left the bathroom. His hair was pulled up into a blue shower cap and he had a white towel wrapped around his slim waist.
'Patty cake, patty cake, with no hands, un,' he sang softly, dumping his cap and collecting his pyjamas from the chest of drawers by his bed. His long hair cascaded down his back. 'Got me in this club making wedding plans...'
He moved his hips from side to side, letting his towel slip off, and he unfolded his clothes. 'Hot damn it, your booty like two planets, hm...'
He trailed off and frowned.
Something didn't feel entirely right. Slowly, instinctively, he turned towards his desk.
Sasori was still sitting there, completely unchanged, but the odd thing was that his expression seemed to have a different meaning.
Deidara wasn't sure if it was just a matter of the viewing angle or not, but now the doll's soothing smile looked more like a smirk. It's eyes seemed darker and more intense, as though it were mid-way between amusement and arousal.
Deidara flushed and covered himself with his hands, suddenly quite self-conscious.
It appeared to be scrutinising him.
Pursing his lips, he stalked over and scooped up the figurine into his arms. Then he placed it in the closet and gave it a sharp look of disapproval before shutting the door.
He didn't know why it had bothered him so much, or why he had locked it away. It was an inanimate object, like a lampshade or a teddy bear, and yet he didn't want it to see him naked.
Perhaps he just felt uncomfortable having a pair of eyes on him, even if those eyes were fashioned out of glass. Brushing it off, he turned away from the cupboard and bent over to pull up his pyjama trousers. Just as they were half-way up his thighs he heard a creaking sound.
Confused, he turned to see the cupboard door had swung open a few inches.
One of the doll's eyes could be seen, hidden within the shadows and peering out.
It was watching him.
Frightened, the blonde threw himself at the door and leant against it for an extra five minutes. Then he stood up straight and glared at the wood, his cheeks a bright crimson.
'You can come out when I'm dressed, hm. '
The door didn't move.
'That's what I thought,' muttered Deidara, bending over once more.
Okay, that had been slightly creepy; the thing had been staring at his ass for crying out loud! At least it wasn't alive; if it were, Deidara's embarrassment would have increased tenfold. The only thing worse than a toy seeing you naked, was another person seeing you naked.
Once fully dressed, he opened the cupboard once more and lifted Sasori out. It was still as light as a feather.
Deidara smiled and climbed into bed, holding the figure close to his chest and stroking its soft, red locks. It had been so long since had taken a toy to bed, but he felt as though he needed to with this one.
Sasori was staring up at him in such an enchanting way.
And those large, oval eyes were truly odd. They just seemed to shift between emotions that a doll could not possibly have. It looked somewhat coy now, maybe even a little apologetic for peeping. Deidara felt his lips curve into a grin and he sighed happily, burying his nose in his pillow.
'Goodnight, Sasori, hm,' he whispered.
Then he found himself giggling a little.
Holding the doll just made him feel so content, so alive and so pleased with his current position in life. It gave him the same comfort and pleasure that you or I would get from a bar of chocolate, or a bowl of fresh strawberries and cream.
A sweet, safe comfort.
'Curse, my ass, hm,' he mumbled, drowsily.
As he drifted off to sleep, a vague notion drifted into his head.
What would he tell his mother? He couldn't say that he had stolen it; she'd freak out. He could say it was a gift, but from who? Maybe Konan? She seemed nice enough to give presents so that wouldn't be that suspicious, right?
He'd figure something out.
Eventually.
Right now he had some dreaming to do, and Sasori's hair smelled nice...
Sassy is such a perverted doll. XD I hope you liked it; Dei shall go to school next chappie. :3
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