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Sorry this chapter's a few hours late (I would've preferred to have it up when it was still daytime for me - it's 11:03 PM right now) and a little shorter than the ones before, but I had three tests and two essays due this week. So I did the last 600 words today, along with the editing. That's why I'm a bit late. :U
But hey, donut fret! Those were the last tests and essays for this year, so now it's time to relax and more importantly, WRITE! :D
Also, a hint to an animation series in one of Deidara's lines. Find it?
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto and don't want to. I might ruin it. *sob*
Warnings: ...none? Can't remember, at least...
Words: 2,148, it seems. Weird, it was 2,012 on word... Tell me if some part repeated oddly or something! :/
Umm, go ahead and read it. The chapter of Deidara's more official introduction! Conviniently titled 'Deidara'! /shot
Sasori waited for a few more hours before going back to the market. Actually, he waited until the sun was already setting. Maybe he subconsciously wanted to win the bet he had made, thus trying to make sure the blonde wouldn't be there anymore.
Upon passing by the spot with all the racket, Sasori noticed that that artist from earlier that day was actually still there, bathing in the last golden rays of the dying sunlight.
Sasori didn't know if he should be impressed by this or not, really. The only thing he knew was that he had lost the bet he had made with himself some hours back. And he found that annoying, in a way. And this annoyed him even more, because he knew that he should've been down-right pissed by the blonde for making him lose a bet with himself like this.
Since it was indeed getting late, when Sasori got there, the rest of the people formerly there were just leaving, most likely unintentionally giving him a chance to finish his task before heading back to his home.
Sasori dropped a few bronze coins in the hat like he had promised himself while the blonde was focused on fixing his messy ponytail, then turning to leave. Upon hearing the sound of money, however, the clown quickly finished his work and called after him, "Hey, you~"
Slowly, Sasori turned back around, curiosity getting the better of him.
"You gave me money, un~!" the blonde said, grinning slightly as he bowed, "And you passed by many times and now finally stopped to watch me perform, un. I am honored, yes."
Sasori shrugged nonchalantly, not bothering to ask why the other would've noticed him passing by in the first place. "It's nothing. I just haven't seen you around these parts before. I'm-" he was cut off by the blonde chuckling.
"You're an Ace of Clubs, THE Sasori from the village of Aka in the Land of Suna, un." He was suddenly right in front of Sasori as he rolled his eyes, a frown now setting on his slightly chapped lips. "I know that, un. I'm Deidara. What and from were, you may never know, un. And the pleasure of meeting you would be all mine." He pointed his left index finger in the air and moved it in front of his face quickly, apparently meant to signal something like 'and that's final'.
"That was..." Sasori frowned, "Not the kind of introduction I've grown used to." Had it been a normal situation, he might've pestered the blonde for his suit and number, but since he was a stray, it was probably nothing to be exactly proud of. And that's why Sasori let it go. Just this once.
Deidara grinned at him, excitement shining in his sky blue eyes. Or eye. "So what, un! I like doing everything with a bang! And besides, keep your friends close, enemies closer, loved ones near and kill your foes the first chance you get, un!"
Sasori closed his eyes, shaking his head inridiculously. "You are by far the most immature person I've ever met... No wonder you've chosen the life of a clown as your own."
"Shortie says what un?" Deidara joked, patting Sasori on the top of his head with his free hand.
He had a rather worn bag in his other hand, something he couldn't have possibly acquired without
Letting out a growl, he smacked the offending hand away. "My height has nothing to do with the fact that you're an immature brat."
"Sure, sure." Sasori could see a foreign glow in Deidara's eyes as the blonde gracefully sat down on the ground, pressing his shoe bottoms together and holding them still with his hands before looking back at Sasori. "What were you doing in the market, un?"
Before he could voice a 'none of your business', the blonde had shrugged and was now blabbering on yet again. "Of course, you don't necessarily have to tell me, but you can't blame a guy for being curious, un."
Skipping the question, Sasori raised a questioning eyebrow. "So you are a guy?"
Deidara glared at him. "Moron, un... Yes I am."
Sasori ignored the insult and the answer, instead changing the subject back to what it had been before. "I was just passing by... Was running out of paint and such so I needed to buy some more, is all. Also, I bought some food."
"Then you must've gone out of your way at least once, un," Deidara mused aloud.
"What makes you say that?"
He shrugged. "When you first passed by, you came from that way," he raised his hand to point in the direction, "so your home should be there, un. When you passed by the second time, you had your art equipment with you. That should mean the art shop is there," he pointed in the opposite direction, "And the food stalls should be in the direction of your house, since you supposedly bought food items while you weren't here, un. You are out of your way right about now." He grinned at Sasori triumphantly.
Following the thought chain slightly belatedly, Sasori soon realized that he was /absolutely right/. He cursed the way he couldn't explain the other his supposedly existent reason to be there right now, at that very moment.
He ended up shrugging coolly. "I thought I deserved a break from my art," he lied.
Deidara beamed, "So... You're an artist, un?"
Sasori wasn't sure how come the brat found it thatamazing, but nodded regardless. "Yeah," Sasori even bothered to offer the blonde a lopsided grin. "Art is something eternal, everlasting... Simply beautiful, never changing, never withering..."
"Art is fleeting, un! BANG!" the other interrupted, eyes shining yet again. "It's not meant to last forever, it's only fun if it flickers for a moment and then disappears, un!"
"...brat. It's-" he suddenly remembered something else that required his attention. "It's eternal. And I was supposed to ask you... Where are you headed?"
Deidara shrugged, smiling fondly as he stared in front of himself blankly, fiddling his fingers sort of impatiently. "Where the wind blows, un..." He dropped his bag on the ground carefully and proceeded to kick his hat lightly. "This is everything I have, so it really doesn't matter where I go."
"Impressive," Sasori murmured disinterestedly, "And tell me, what does that life style have to offer you?
"Everything, un. Big adventure, tons of fun... One day I can be here, and tomorrow I might be in the next place, un."
"You make it sound ever so classy. Makes me wonder if you really are telling the truth..." Sasori accused, raising an eyebrow at the strange blonde. Surely travelling couldn't be thatamazing, right?
"Mmm-hmmm..." Deidara murmured, "What were I to gain from lying to you, Sasori?" he continued, picking up his coin hat and shaking it slightly, grinning all the while. He even voiced a quiet 'tee-hee-hee', murmuring a few words to himself, almost like he didn't remember about Sasori's presence anymore.
Sasori took this chance to look at the bag the blonde had again taken in his hand, apparently a sign of distrust towards Sasori and the whole world.
He had a rather worn bag in his other hand, something he couldn't have possibly acquired without a needle, string and a lot of scraps of different fabric.
There was something that looked almost silky - Sasori might have believed it was, had it been used in something else than a seemingly poor man's (or should the brat be considered a boy, rather?) patchwork bag.
That delicate silk held a huge contrast when compared to the patch next to it... Was that one from a potato sack? Seriously?
There had to be at least twenty different patches on the bag, and at least ten more on the handle the blonde held in his hand.
Deidara seemed to have followed Sasori's gaze, because he suddenly scowled. "Don't look at my bag like that, un. I need something to throw my stuff in, okay?"
"I didn't say anything," Sasori defended, "It's just... different, that's all. You can't blame me for examining it out of curiosity."
Deidara rolled his eyes. "Curiosity indeed. You do realize that curiosity killed the cat, Sasori?"
Having heard the saying before – it was once of the favorite phrases of Sai's, after all, he nodded with a smirk. "And you do realize that satisfaction brought it back, brat?"
He smiled at this. "I see you aren't that boring, after all, un." Then he turned around to fiddle with his hat again, leaving Sasori to wonder if that a kind compliment or a rude insult thrown towards his way.
Then Deidara suddenly turned back to the red head, his smile and playful attitude all but wiped away, replaced with cautiousness as he seemed to be planning his next move already. "Hey, do you happen to know a place where I could stay for the night, un?"
Sasori didn't even consider offering that the strange blonde would come stay with him. Why?
Because he hadn't asked.
Because he was glad the other didn't except Sasori to keep him alive when it really wasn't his place.
Because, in the end, the blonde intimidated him. He didn't want him lurking around his house. No way.
"No. Sorry," he muttered passively, then trying to offer at least something of use quickly afterwards, "I can only say that you won't want to go towards the west side of the town; that's where's the cemetery, and I hope you do know that it's not the safest of locations at night and..."
Deidara grinned widely, punching his shoulder, "And what, un? You believe Count Dracula and his fiendish little witches will kill me or drink all my blood if I go? Never took you for the supersti-"
"Shut up," Sasori cut in, "I do happen to know how vampires and witches aren't real, but I hear Jokers are. You won't want to go there."
His face went pale, and even the impatient sound of the rings around his shoes stopped (This simply because every time he moved his foot in a certain way, the rings were bound to make a hollow wood-hitting-wood-sound. And since he was such an art-is-a-bang-kind of person, it was no wonder he'd have trouble staying still.). "Oh shoot damn yeah un," he said so quickly that Sasori might've chuckled, had Deidara's face not been as serious as it was. "I guess I'll just head east then, un. Thanks for telling me."
"Think nothing of it. Would be a shame to have my money go to waste."
"We'll be seeing each other tomorrow, right, un?" Deidara asked, tilting his head as he asked his question. "At sunset if you want to be a pussy again, but hey, you can talk to me anytime if you feel like it, un~"
Sasori rolled his eyes. "You're just a little brat in need of more attention, aren't you? I'll see if I happen to walk by."
"Anyways," Deidara grinned again, though it seemed more tentative than it had before. "Thanks again for your money, un!" He kissed the red head's left cheek quickly, then looking around cautiously. After a few seconds, he did one more he walked a few steps, sidestepping twice, then quickening his pace…
And suddenly Sasori realized that he had run off.
"What an airhead..." he sighed with a frown on his lips. He decided that his first impression of the blonde would have to be strange, passionate, bipolar, down-right off in a way...
Maybe a little talented. But Sasori wouldn't let him know that.
And Sasori would never know if the other had a really messed up sense of directions or not, but he could swear that he had caught a glimpse of the brat heading to west instead of east like he had said he would only a moment before.
He shrugged it off. It wasn't his fault if that stupid clown couldn't tell east from west, after all.
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