Prisoner ID 45941181 – Iwa Deidara – Now Playing

"Iwa Deidara is my name, un, I'm 17. I'm in the Big Doll House cause I blew up a building. Many died. It was so…Beautiful. Though the police idiots didn't think of it as art and now I have a Life time sentence…I will call you whatever the hell I want to, idiots!!...You have a gun, un? So what? Like I really care, un. I have hands on my mouth which I use to make clay sculptures which explode, un. Art is fleeting. I'll be back on the streets, making my art in a matter of days, un!! I'm Iwa Deidara, escape Artist and soon to be free from the Big Doll House."

End of Video – Interview recorded: 2 years ago

"Hey guys, anything happen while I was away, un?"

Sasori's ears perked and he sat up.

"No talking until your back in your cell, Iwa."

"So strict, un." Sasori watched from the darkness of his cell as a person was shoved into the cell across from the puppets. Sasori only got a glimpse of the person before they were engulfed by the darkness of the cell.

"Sasori?" Sasori stood up at the sound of Itachi's voice. The red head moved to the lit up part of his cell. "This is the last person in your section, introduce and show yourself."

"Why should I, un?"

"I don't know why your making everyone introduce each other. I seriously don't give a damn who else is in this hell hole." Sasori heard a soft chuckle from the cell across from his.

"Fine, un, I will introduce myself, just to annoy you." A figure stepped forward from the darkness. "I am Iwa Deidara. Escape Artist of the Big Doll House, un." Sasori stared at the figure. He seemed to be about the same age as Sasori with striking blue eyes and bright blonde hair. He wore the same uniform as everyone else, though his shirt had been ripped stylishly so now it bore no sleeves and his lower stomach was visible.

"You assume I care? If you're such an Escape Artist, why are you still here? You shouldn't even call yourself an artist."

"Oh, but there you are wrong, I am an artist."

"Hn? Fine then, I will humour you, what is true art?"

"True art is something with is transient, fleeting."

"That's were you are the one who is wrong. Art is something that lasts forever, Eternal."

"Fleeting, un."

"Eternal."

"Fleeting!!"

"Eternal!!"

"OH SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!! WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN!!" Sasori and Deidara both looked towards the cell with Hidan in.

"Good to see you know all the Akatsuki members, Sasori. Lights out in 10 minutes." Itachi left. Lights out? Sasori looked around the cell, locating a switch. He flicked it, a light turning on in his cell. He could see everything in the small room. Yep. Bed, Toilet and a sink, though there was also a mirror above the sink which he hadn't seen in the dark.

"Why doesn't anyone have their lights on?" Sasori looked back at Deidara.

"Most of the people here want to escape, if you're not used to seeing in the dark, you're pretty much screwed. If I were you, I would turn it off." Sasori considered both decisions for a minute. Finally he switched the light off.

"I need sleep anyway." Sasori walked back to the bed, his eyes once more needing to adjust to the dark. He lay down and yawned.

"Art is fleeting."

…Wait…

Sasori opened his eyes to see a figure standing over him. Sasori sat up. He was somewhat surprised when Deidara leaned close to his face, just about an inch away, with a smug grin on his face.

"Does that prove I'm an escape artist?"

"Pfft, barely, the bars aren't very close together. And Art is eternal."

"Fleeting."

"Eternal."

"Fleeting." Before Sasori could respond, Deidara grabbed the collar of his prison shirt and pulled his lips into a kiss. Sasori's eyes widened and he pushed Deidara away from him.

"What the hell was that for!?!" He kept his voice somewhat hushed, not wanting to alert anyone that the blonde had snuck into his cell. The blonde chuckled and Sasori saw Deidara tap the side of his nose and smirked before turning and squeezing between the bars and then back through the bars of his own cell. Sasori sat staring at the opposite cell for about a minute. He lay back down.

Damn, idiotic excuse for an artist. What the hell was wrong with him!?!

Sasori sighed and rolled over, his face facing the wall.

Whatever, deal with it tomorrow.

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Anyway, the rest of the dream. Deidara fell down and looked at me. Deidara said "Who's this?" Itachi said "His names Sasori." Deidara leans out between the bars and kisses Sasori XD Nice dream.

Hope you likey!!