Hi again! Because of the delay of the prologue, I got started on the first chapter: so by the time the prologue was up, I was mostly done with this chapter. xD; The second chapter will take longer to be put up than this one, however.
Ahaha, SeleneSoulwar, you make me feel bad for writing this chapter. x/;;; Sasori's gonna be a terrible bastard for a while, I'm afraid.

Disclaimer: Naruto wouldn't be 'Naruto,' if I had it. It'd be...Akatsuki or something like that.

Genesis
Chapter 1

Akasuna no Sasori wanted Deidara to die. There was not one peaceful moment without the brat asking absurd questions, as if his small brain was craving to know the most stupid facts of the world in one day.

"Dammit, whelp, if you don't shut the hell up this second, I'll tear out your throat and leave you for the birds!" Sasori snapped at Deidara's most recent question of 'So, Sasori no Danna, if you were to eat a scorpion, would that make you a cannibal?'

"Come on Danna! Please? Just answer my question, un!" Deidara pleaded like a small child, clinging onto his partner's cloak once again.

"Get off of me and I might," The puppet master growled, giving in, figuring that if he answered one of the kid's inquiries he'd zip his mouth.

The blonde bounced off Sasori, bright blue eye beaming. "So?"

Sasori glared at the younger boy. "Do I look like a scorpion to you?"

Deidara paused for a moment, thinking. "A bit, yeah."

The redhead cursed under his breath, remembering he was traveling in Hiruko. "I don't eat scorpions. So how in hell could I be a cannibal? That's Zetsu."

"So this Zetsu-san is a cannibal scorpion? You better watch out, Danna!" Deidara worriedly warned the puppet master.

Sasori resisted the urge to kill off the boy himself. "No, you idiot: Zetsu is a person who eats other people. And I am not a scorpion!"

"Then how come your name's Scorpion?" The blonde asked curiously.

"Because that's what my parents named me!" The older man snarled, straining his brain whether to kill himself or the idiotic blonde next to him. "Now shut up!"

Pouting, Deidara obeyed, closing his mouth. Keeping his visible eye on the grassy moor ahead of him, he trudged silently as if he was mute, opening his mouth once in a while only to be silenced by a fearsome glare.

After what felt like years, the newest Akatsuki member ignored any warning signs going off in his mind and exclaimed, "Sasori no Danna, I'm tired of walking, un. Are we there yet?"

"Does it look like we're there yet, brat?" The target of Deidara's constant questioning retorted back.

"Well, un…" The blonde stopped walking. "Can I fly then?"

Somewhat taken aback, the puppet master paused as well. "Fly?"

"Un!" The ex-Iwa nin closed his visible eye and smiled. "I can fly on my art!"

Art? Those bombs the whelp made? Sasori wondered for a moment how one would fly on an explosion. "Go ahead, boy. But if you get lost, don't expect me to waste my time trying to find you."

Deidara laughed. It was one of those girly-laughs schoolgirls did when they saw a guy they liked. Only it was coming from a boy. Sasori wondered how he got paired up with this thing.

"Don't worry, Danna! I'll fly low, so you won't have to worry, un!" The bomb artist looked at the mouth on his right palm as it chewed the clay it was given.

Sasori spat, coming close to rolling his eyes. "Who's gonna worry about you?"

The blonde frowned as the mouth on his palm released the confined clay, shaped as an eagle. Its creator tossed it up into the air, making a hand sign as the bird erupted in a cloud of smoke.

Okay, so he didn't detonate it…yet, Sasori observed bitterly, before continuing on towards Kirigakure. "I'm going ahead, brat."

"No need, Danna!" Deidara called out to his partner, flying to the puppeteer's side on a bird that was about five times its original size. "Wanna get on, un?"

Continuing to walk straight without a glance at the airborne Deidara, Sasori replied sourly, "The time I ever go onto your pathetic excuse for 'art' is when hell freezes over."

Why did I get the aloof asshole? The newest member felt his fists clench tightly, though he merely turned his carefree smile into a trademark cocky smirk. "You're just jealous that my art's actually art and yours isn't, un."

His grin faded, however, when he saw a long, jointed tail heading straight for his head. Paralyzed like a monument and having no time to escape, he stared at the oncoming spear-like joint, eye blooming with fear, lips pulled back in a silent scream.

Just as the poisoned tail was about to strike the boy right between the eyes, Sasori stopped it: tip only a few millimeters away from piercing skin. "So, whelp. What was that you were saying?"

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Sasori no Danna sure can pick out hotels… Deidara inwardly applauded as he peered in through the glass door. How he had gotten out of that poison jam was completely unknown to him; or rather, he wanted it to be unknown to him. "Stupid Danna…making me say that his so-called art's better than mine, un…"

The frightening face of Hiruko turned to the muttering boy, an aura of hostility and repugnance suffocating the air around him. "Say something, brat?"

Alarmed, Deidara's eye widened and he stiffened. "I-I was just saying how good you were at finding hotels, un…!"

Letting a quiet 'hmm' sound escape his throat, the previous Suna ninja felt his eyes wander around the visible, spacious ground floor.

The floor was wood, obviously, while potted plants lined the sides of the rectangular lobby. It looked like a miniature forest, to be direct. A few pictures were clothing bare wood walls all over, some windows here and there. A desk was placed in the back, a staircase guiding itself upwards to the second floor to the right of the wooden desk. Positioned in a metal chair seated behind the counter was an old man, dull blue eyes staring blankly ahead like a statue.

"He looks dead!" The younger boy hissed quietly to the hunched figure of his partner, blue eye narrowed in anger. "And he's bald, too! Can I blow him up?"

A death glare was hurled at the blonde with immediate velocity. "What the hell is wrong with you, boy? You detonate one of those fireworks in here and the whole place'll go!"

"But I don't like bald people!" Deidara whined, glancing back at the old man. "And he's half-dead anyways! Old people always are!"

"Stop complaining and ask for a room," Sasori snarled, fed up with his partner's idiotic droning about bald people and old geezers. "Or you can sleep outside with the wild animals."

"What about y–" Deidara began, raising an eyebrow.

"Just go!" The puppet master roared, shooting the young blonde a venomous glower.

Hurriedly, Deidara scooted through the almost invisible entrance to the aged man, sweat slightly forming on his forehead. "I-I want a room for two, un!"

Blinking, the man raised his head to look at the newcomer. "For two? You mean your pet there wants its own bed?"

The blonde stifled a giggle, shaking uncontrollably, lips struggling to stay as a frown. "No…I mean, yes, un! Yes, he does!"

The redhead made a mental note, following the bomb artist's footsteps until he was next to the blonde. Deidara will die: slowly and painfully.

"He's a big dog!" The old man peeked over the wooden desk, eyes wide. "What kind is he?"

Still softly snickering, the boy replied impetuously, "He's a–Ow!"

The puppet master had heard enough of Deidara's imprudence, and had jammed the edge of Hiruko's tail into his partner's ankle: hard.

"What's the matter?" Curious old blue eyes stared blankly at the blonde's sudden outburst: Sasori had hidden the jointed appendage under his long cloak.

"Ah…!" Bestowing a dirty look to the older male, Deidara turned back to the man behind the counter, faking a yawn. "Ahh, I'm tired…can I have my room now…?"

"Of course," The elderly man slid a key across the wooden surface. "Enjoy your stay, Miss."

This, quite frankly, caught Deidara's attention; the part about Sasori being a dog was all fine and amusing: but Deidara being a girl? The blue-eyed blonde tightened his fists together to prevent them from seizing the elderly man's red-checkered button-up shirt and strangling him with it. "I'm a man, un."

The man nodded absently, looking as if he was going to fall asleep at any minute. "Okay, Miss…you can take your key now…"

Grabbing the dull bronze key, Deidara, instead of walking away, attempted bring up his arm to clout the target of his anger.

However, Sasori was too fast, quickly walking past the enraged blonde and hooking the long tail around Deidara's right foot.

With a bone-cracking sound, the boy was slammed onto his stomach, chin rebounding harshly off the wood floor; Deidara could've sworn he bit his tongue. He shot the puppeteer the most virulent glare he could, a snake ready to strike. Noticing Sasori wasn't slowing his pace, Deidara lifted his chin as far up as it would go, wincing as he was dragged mercilessly towards the rough pathway leading to the second floor by his one foot. "Dammit! Let me go, un! I'll go, just let me walk, un!"

Ignoring the young man's protests, Sasori continued on towards the stairs, not even looking back as Deidara's smooth cheek was rubbed painfully against the wood floor when he had turned his head to shout.

"Ouch! Damn you, un! Let me up–!" Deidara began rancorously, stopping as he realized he had other problems to worry about. If Sasori no Danna drags me up the stairs, I'm screwed! Got to do something… "D-Danna, come on…!" The most recent member was interrupted as he was released from his death trap, watching in mystification as he was left on his belly at the foot of the stairs.

"Come on, brat. You said you would walk." Sasori called down to the fallen blonde, already halfway up the small set of stairs.

For a moment, Deidara stared at the figure of his partner, mouth agape. Scrambling up, he sprinted up the stairs, muttering "bastard" once he had reached the giant figure.

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"Danna, that was mean!" Deidara complained, sitting on a burgundy bed with white sheets and pillows. He gingerly touched his throbbing right cheek, already red, and squeaked out an "ow!"

"You asked for it, whelp," Was Sasori's response, the tone of his voice uncaring and callous. "Blame yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, sure, Pet, un." The blonde muttered.

"I'm glad you get it, Miss." The puppet master shot back.

"Dog!"

"Woman."

"Canine!"

"Transsexual."

"Cannibal."

"Don't you dare start that again!"

"Yes, Mother, un," The boy growled, flipping out the picture they had been given as their target before his partner could respond. "So, she's our objective, un?"

"Obviously." The redhead snorted, moving himself to the side of Deidara's bed where the blue-eyed male was sitting. "Harada Miyuki. She's a chuunin for the Mist."

"And as long as she's not near water she isn't really a threat, so we can kill her easily," Deidara concluded, running his eye over the female's portrait like a flowing river. "…She's fat, un. And how the hell does she fight with jeans on?"

"Brat, you obviously don't know the meaning of the word. She's overweight, not fat." Sasori scoffed, looking over the picture himself.

"But, Danna, un! She shows off her freaking stomach! Does she even know she's fa–Overweight?" The blonde continued disapprovingly, staring the photo down as if it was a rancid piece of meat.

Sasori gave his partner another look that read 'what the hell.' "How should I know?"

"Un…" Deidara mumbled, eyes washing over the woman's picture in a trance.

She had dark brown hair that was extremely short, enough to be confused with a guy's, though her face was clearly feminine. Two long cocoa strands framed her untouched face, and pupil-less charcoal eyes peered into the darkness. Her Kirigakure headband rested peacefully around her neck. The target ninja didn't wear the traditional chuunin vest – at least, not at the time; rather, she wore a short, gray, long-sleeve jacket that paused at her belly button, fishnet under the unusual coat draping over her shoulders stopping at the same place. As the boy had pointed out earlier, she wore jeans. Judging by her exposed flesh, it was no wonder why anyone would think she was overweight: while she wasn't downright obese, she wasn't particularly skinny either.

Looking at the blonde, Sasori suddenly stated, "What? Don't tell me you like her, kid."

Deidara made a face, eye narrowed with irritation. "Of course not, un. Shinobi aren't supposed to love, right?"

"So the whelp knows something." Sasori shuffled away from the exact copy of the bed that was presumed his own. "Keep the light on."

Pausing in his act to shut the golden glow of the lamp on the small bedside table in between the two identical beds, Deidara screwed his face into another dissatisfied posture. "Fine, un."

Cloak off, the blonde curled up under the silky down of the maroon cover, falling into a deep slumber almost immediately after.

Eyeing the unconscious boy for a few minutes to make sure he wasn't faking, the redhead decided it was time to get out of the giant shell.

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"Who the hell are you, un?!" Deidara snarled suspiciously, right hand gripping a kunai warily.

The redhead stared blankly at the armed young man, brown eyes staring audaciously as he sat on his bed, chin embedded in his palm. "The Sandaime Kazekage. Now go get ready, brat."

"There's only one person I allow to call me that, and it's–!" The blonde began, hissing.

"Me." Sasori finished, inspecting a black-painted fingernail nonchalantly. "Get going, kid. I really hate waiting."

The knife slipped out of Deidara's fist slowly, falling to the rug silently. "So...you're Danna, un? Sasori no Danna?"

"Must you make me repeat myself?" The puppet master growled, now fed up with his partner's stupidity for the day. "Next time you fight Itachi, I'll tell him to make sure you're dead."

"Then you have no right in hell to call me a brat, Danna!" The blue-eyed boy snapped suddenly, catching the blasé ex-Suna nin off guard.

I hate this kid… Sasori thought irritably. "Go take your damn shower, or whatever you do, now."

"So then…" Deidara looked around, ignoring the order of his so-called superior. "Where's that creepy big thing, un?"

Rolling his eyes, the redhead gestured to the white tiled bathroom behind him. "I put him back in his scroll. Now get started."

"So he was a puppet?"

Sasori glared at the puzzled Deidara, earth-colored irises shining dangerously.

Deidara inwardly shivered. I know that glare…Danna might look a hundred times better than that puppet-thing, but he still knows how to make you feel so damn inferior! "O-Okay, I'm going, un!"

The white painted door slammed shut with a bang, silence filling up the rented, white-carpeted room. Letting out a small exhale of air, the puppet master wondered why he had decided to get out of Hiruko this morning. Unintentionally, the redhead's eyes locked onto a black TV seated on top of a table in front of his partner's bed. Oh Kami…if that brat sees this he'll go nuts…

Inside the small, bleached lavatory, Deidara inspected his wounds tenderly. His left ankle bore the purple and blue mark of Sasori's – or rather the puppet's – brute strength, and his right had slight marks of pressure, due to the jointed tail wrapping around it. Sticking out his tongue, the blonde confirmed that he had, like he had guessed during the most humiliating experience of his life – with the exception of losing to Itachi – bitten his tongue, thanks to the crystal-clear mirror over a small sink. The bright red skid on his face had dulled slightly and had stopped throbbing, though it still reminded Deidara never to make the puppeteer angry again.

"I feel like I'm in an abusive relationship." Deidara muttered petulantly. Just as he was going to open his mouth to ask Sasori how old he was, a loud crash was heard, coming from the room. At first, the blonde flinched before he ran to the door and opened it, poking his head out like a flower starting to grow. "Danna, what the hell did you do, un?!"

Noticing the now present boy, the puppet master did his best to conceal the shattered television behind his cloaked body. "Nothing. Take your shower already."

"Un…" Deidara's line of vision rested suspiciously on a certain, broken thing that he couldn't decipher behind the redhead.

Following where the young blonde's eyes were directed, the older man's ash-red eyebrow twitched impatiently. "…I'd prefer that you didn't gawk at me so, boy."

Face reddened like a bloody battlefield, the blonde scowled in humiliation. "I wasn't looking there, you sick–!"

"I'm sure if you're looking for someone sharing your ridiculously strange fetish, Hidan would gladly accept." Sasori cut in, glaring equally strong as his glowering, red-faced partner.

Giving Sasori one last livid stare, Deidara retreated back into the bathroom, smashing the door violently back to its frame, an uncalled for earthquake.

"Stupid Danna…!" The ex-Iwa ninja fumed, glaring at his own reflection shining back at him.

Sighing, Sasori turned his head to look at the once fine television now crumbled into devastation onto the pale carpet. It had been close, what with Deidara's childish curiosity and all. And if Sasori hadn't demolished the electronic box before the kid had come out, the puppet master was sure they'd be in this damned inn for however long Deidara wanted to watch cartoons, or some grotesque show that had chickens or other unimportant things blowing up. At the sound of the bomb artist's seething voice reaching his ears, the ash-red haired man looked up, blinking. He could barely make out any sentences, save for a few angrily expressed bits and pieces such as, "…Danna…weasel…hate him...bomb…explode…duck…Itachi…dead…"

Though he couldn't exactly heard the blurted words, the redhead found himself wondering if Deidara had hissed something along the lines of, "Danna is as bad as that weasel…I hate him, and I'll make a bomb that'll one day explode that stupid duck Itachi, and then he'll finally be dead!"

"Kid, bolt your mouth closed and take your bath already!" Sasori snarled from across the room, slightly disturbed by the mental image of Itachi being a duck.

There was silence before an ear-splitting crash was heard against the door – most likely the trash can – and running water was heard.

Sasori rolled his eyes and turned back to the TV. The puppeteer needed to do something so the brat didn't see it: anything to avoid a tsunami of inane interrogations, which would probably somehow end up with the blonde bringing up the 'cannibal' business again. Cocoa eyes fixing on Deidara's Akatsuki cloak and other things, Sasori finally figured out what to do about keeping the secret of the crashed television.

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"We're going."

Staring blankly as if he was possessed at his partner, Deidara cocked his head. "Why, un? I'm still dripping wet, if you haven't noticed. And I need to get my–"

The blonde paused as he saw Sasori hold up a cloak and everything else of Deidara's.

"Now let's go." The redhead urged hastily, a bit of anxiety creeping up on him like a monster in a horror movie of the boy turning and seeing the wrecked box.

Still standing in the open doorway of the bathroom, blue eye narrowed, Deidara replied distrustfully, "…You're not hiding anything from me, Sasori no Danna, un?"

"Of course not," Sasori replied disquietly, opening the white door to the gold and tan hallway and pushing the kid towards it.

All's going well… The puppet master thought to himself in relief, watching Deidara walk slowly out the door. The redhead followed, head clear of any troubles or qualm. That was, until the whelp spun around like a golden tornado, peeking in over the ash-red haired Sasori's shoulder, cerulean eye glittering with determination and curiosity. Oh, shit…

The entry was crashed back into its casing in a flash, but not before the blue eyed ninja had seen inside the room. "Danna, you broke the TV, un! So that's what you were hiding before!"

"Shut your mouth and get moving," Sasori growled impatiently, twirling his partner around. "You were just going to watch some show about exploding cows or something anyways."

The ex-Iwa nin stared in abhorrence at his superior, disgust and disbelief written all over his face. "…Exploding cows? Holy hell, Danna, un! I don't know where you came from that has fat animals blowing up on screen, but that is–!"

He paused, seeing the all-too-familiar glint in Sasori's eyes, quickly changing the subject. "I-I mean, why aren't you in that weird big puppet, un?"

"Hiruko is not weird," The older man answered while striding towards the stairs leading down. "And I don't know about you, but being called a dog by some old geezer is not what I want to hear from the first person I see besides you in the morning!"

"You weren't called a lady, un!" Deidara argued back, following closely behind Sasori and slipping on his cloak.

The puppet master chose to keep silent as he trotted down the stairs, hearing the footsteps of the younger blonde following, a dog walking after its trainer. Looking around, the redhead was rewarded a vacant lobby, the old man not in sight.

Deidara tossed the key to the room on the desk with a clang, blinking as he saw the ex-Suna ninja begin to walk out the door. "You're not going to pay, un?"

"For what?" Sasori asked bitterly, pausing himself in the doorframe. "Being called a dog?"

"…Good point, un…" The younger criminal replied, scampering after the impatient figure of his associate. Magnificent rays of gold blanketed everything in sight, causing the young blonde to squint: sharp radiance of daylight stinging his eye like a wave of swarming bees.

"You know, Danna," Deidara spoke up as they strolled towards the goal of their mission, slipping on the wicker hat to conceal his face and keep the angry beams of sunlight from wounding his baby blue eye, noticing Sasori had done the same. "If that old man had been there, he might've thought we were boyf–"

"Brat, I don't need to know," The puppet master growled in a displeased tone, hastening his gait slightly. "So get silent and get moving. We're almost there."

I feel like I rushed Sasori's exit of Hiruko. o3o; I'm impatient like that, I guess. But, there isn't going to be any romance for a while, since I don't think Sasori's that kind of guy.
I promise there's gonna be some action in chapter 2. ;-;
And seriously, I have nothing against Deidara. My mind was just on a bad streak when I wrote this chapter?
Anyways, reviews telling me how much you hated/loved it or anything else would be awesome.

-Arrina