I should've mentioned this before. For the slow, the characters she plays talk in single quotes - '. Mine talk in double quotes - "
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Pausing in his work, Sasori watched Deidara look at the labels on each of the bottles. Hm, so he had pointed out the wrong one iand/i the blond could read. Well, one out of two of those was good, he figured.
He continued to observe as his partner put the other two bottles back into the closet, then frowned at the question. What a stupid thing to ask - if he had been trying to poison him, well... He would have succeeded. "Idiot. Not purposely, no," he answered, looking back to his Hiruko. Almost done with the tail... "I was just seeing if you could read." Next joint... Check. Joint... Tweak. Check. Joint... Eh?
The red head peered over at the sculptor out of the corner of his eyes, raising a brow while watching him try to open the bottle in slight amusement. "Want me to open that before you succeed to get them everywhere?"
Deidara concentration on opening the bottle was corrupted when he heard the puppet's reply. 'I can read,' he muttered, his eyes not moving from the medicine. 'I'm not mentally disabled or anything, un.' He didn't want to admit defeat and give the bottle to Sasori just yet. He really wanted to open the bottle, as if it would prove something. Mainly that he wasn't an idiot. Even though the directions of opening were clearly printed on the lid of the bottle. Proving once again he couldn't read. That, or he was incapable of taking note of incredibly easy instructions. Though he eventually admitted defeat and held the bottle out to his partner. 'Please,' he mumbled, pouting again.
The puppeteer rolled his eyes, checking one more joint and thus finishing checking Hiruko's tail. "I sometimes wonder about that," he mumbled off-handedly, looking up to watch Deidara's struggles with the bottle.
He sighed almost pityingly at the scene. It seemed that the blond was iblind/i, as well. Unless he was mistaken, didn't those bottles come with instructions? Tch. He smiled just slightly when Deidara finally held the bottle out to him, and pretty much snatched it from his hand. In one simple motion - a little push and a twist - Sasori had it open. Then he held out for the blond to take back. "There."
The blond took note of how the puppet had opened the bottle. He'd have to practice that, wouldn't he? He took the bottle back from his partner, thanking him once again. He thought about putting the lid back on and attempting to open it by himself. But instead, he wisely took two tablets out and resealed the bottle, returning it to the closet where he had retrieved it. He then exited to room, heading for the bathroom to take them. Due to past experiences, he knew that dry swallowing tablets was not very clever and rather painful. Upon returning to his and Sasori's bedroom, he collapsed onto his bed, his face buried in the pillow. 'Bored now, un,' came his muffled voice. It was still early morning. Maybe he should have a nap.
As soon as the bottle was taken, Sasori once more went back to working on Hiruko. There wasn't much to do with the non-living puppet, really. The tail was probably the only troublesome place, as he had already checked it over last time they came back from a mission, and he hadn't used it since...
Which meant he was done, unless he wanted to add something to it, and he didn't feel exactly up to doing that at the moment. The red-head frowned. A full day of... Nothing, unless the damnable rain stopped.
He looked up and over at Deidara when he re-entered the room - he hadn't even been aware that the blond had left - before leading his puppet back to it's place in the closet. "We could always go to the village despite the rain," he pointed out, shrugging.
Well, it was more interesting than being suffocated than a pillow all day, wasn't it? But sleeping seemed like a better option than going out in the rain. He flipped himself over and sat up looking over at his partner. 'But my hair'll get wet, un,' he mumbled, going to fold his arms, when a sharp pain told him otherwise. 'And I dun wanna wear my hat.' Though, the hat was mainly to hide the identity of an Akatsuki member, not keep out the rain. He carried on watching his puppet companion with a slightly questioning expression on his face. 'Danna? Is it fun being a puppet?' he asked. 'I mean, you don't need to sleep, you don't need to eat and you don't need to wash.' He counted all the points on his fingers whilst looking up at the ceiling, trying to think up more reasons why being a puppet could be better than being flesh and bone.
Once Hiruko had been put away, he went over and perched on the edge of his own bed, fiery red half-lidded eyes on the blond. He didn't want to get his hair wet? Or wear the hat? It was only water - the puppet had more to be miffed about, but he wasn't complaining, was he? "You get your hair wet every time you shower, what's so different about going out in the rain?" He muttered, raising a brow. And then he rose the other, as Deidara's question.
Is it... iFun/i being a puppet? Sasori frowned - then gave him a skeptical look at the last reason he rhymed off. "I still need to wash occasionally." Mud, paint spills - he wasn't going to go around looking like a fucking rainbow mudcake for the rest of his very long life. "As for 'is it fun being a puppet' - it has advantages like the ones you've listed, Deidara, and then it has it's disadvantages." Like everything else. He shrugged.
The blond shrugged. 'Acid rain,' he muttered as his little compback. Though there wasn't much of it, seeing as they lived in a pretty remote area, away from the hustle and bustle of the large hidden villages. Heck, they were more like viewable cities.
He shuffled around so he was facing the red head. He sniggered a little, imagining him covered in year old mud. That was quite a good point. 'List some,' he persisted, suddenly more interested in the conversation. There must be less disadvantages than advantages. Sasori was probably older than Deidara, though he maintained the youthful looks of a teenager. So he didn't age. Another advantage. Though he didn't state it.
The puppet blinked slowly. Acid rain. How the hell were they supposed to get acid rain where they were? That was like Sunagakure getting flooded or something... Which just didn't happen... "Hn." Whatever - he'd try to make an umbrella or two. Out of wood. Later. Joy.
He tilted his head to one side just slightly, wondering what the blond was sniggering about. Neh - if he asked, he'd probably want to hit the fool with something... "Fine." The puppet crossed his arms. "I'll outlive all of you - except maybe Hidan and Kakuzu. Not like that's much of a disadvantage," he muttered, cupping his chin in one hand, then smiled almost bitterly. "No feelings, physical or otherwise. But that can be useful, too..." He furrowed his brow thoughtfully. "Hmph... So maybe there aren't any true disadvantages," he mused, shrugging again.
No physical feelings? Meaning he had no sense of touch? Deidara's eyes widened. 'Wow...you mean...you have no feeling whatsoever?' He got up and walked over to the puppet, leaning down, regarding his face with great interest. He lifted his good hand and plucked a single red hair from the top of Sasori's head. 'Did you feel that?' he asked, moving down to poke his cheek. 'Or that?' He then lifted the puppet's wooden hand and held it, comparing it to his own, mentally. It was smooth and hard. Not squishy. Obviously, seeing as he didn't have skin.
Sasori answered the question with a simple shake of his head - wasn't he clear enough? Wait... What was the blond fool doing? The puppet watched Deidara walk over, slightly curious when he leaned down. The curiosity turned to slight agitation when the fool plucked a hair from his head, asked if felt it, then poked him, asked again. iThen/i he lifted one of his hands... The red-head narrowed his eyes a little. "No and no, dumbass. What the hell are you doing?" He pulled his hand back, looking at it briefly before turning a half-glare, half-questioning look to him.
He wasn't finished yet. He sat down on the bed next to his partner and grabbed his hand again, holding it tightly. He slowly raised his bad arm, the pain of which was slowly decreasing and made the puppet face him 'Then you wouldn't feel this...' he whispered, leaning in until Sasori's mouth met his own. Odd. He expected his lips to feel hard like wood and leave splinters or something. But it felt pretty normal. He wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as possible. Seeing as it could be his only chance to do this. He was inwardly expecting Sasori to push him away and yell at him, so it wouldn't upset him too much.
The puppet's glare strengthened when the blond didn't respond, sitting on the bed beside him and grabbing his hand again. And then... What did he think he was idoing/i?! Sasori was about to question what Deidara meant before the answer was made apparent by... Other means. Once mouth met mouth, the red-head's eyes widened considerably. Part of him was pretty much demanding that he shoved the fool away - although, in contrast, another part was telling him to inot/i do that, that he actually liked what was going on... Damnit, now he knew how Zetsu felt all the time!
He got a hold on his inner turmoil once he got over the complete shock brought on by the sculptor's unexpected gesture of... Exploration? Affection? Whatever it was... The puppet didn't exactly shove the blond away, but he pulled himself back, instead. Okay, so maybe to some extent, he icould/i feel. He was highly confused, but bit back the many questions swimming around in his thoughts. Instead, he raised a hand to his own mouth and looked away. "... No... I wouldn't." And then, he growled, covering confusion with anger. "Deidara. Leave."
As the puppet pulled away, Deidara blinked. Surprised he hadn't been shoved away. Though he wasn't expecting the kiss to last longer than it did, the feeling in his stomach was back. He knew it was a bad idea to kiss Sasori, but because of getting so close to him seconds before, his emotions got the better of him. He looked at his partner, and bit his lip as he turned away. He almost bit through it when he heard the harsh words leak from the other's mouth. Silently, the blond stood up and headed for the door, obeying. He closed the door behind him and leant his head on it, his eyes screwed shut and his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. The pain was increasing. It felt like someone had stuck a knife right through him and was slowly turning it, making no move to remove it. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to be alone. The sculptor removed himself from his little spot on the door and headed over to the window, sliding it open and climbing out. The wall was slippery, due to the rain, but he managed to hold on, just fine. He pulled himself up until he was on the roof and sat down, resting his arms on his knees. Deidara still couldn't believe what he had just done. He liked it, of course, but why had he done it? Did he love Sasori? He didn't know. So he sat there, in the rain, trying to figure out said question.
As he turned his head and watched Deidara silently leave without a word, Sasori closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten. His thoughts were a mess, jumping from 'What the ihell/i did he think he was doing?!' to 'You shouldn't have told him to leave!'. Clenching a fist, he re-opened his eyes and glared over at his little workstation for the sake of glaring at something. To get an answer to those questions, he'd have to ask the blond. But there was a problem with that.
He'd pretty much just demanded for said blond to leave the room. He sighed, letting his lids droop down over his fiery, oddly tired eyes. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to persue the sculptor given that fact...
Despite that conclusion, he stood anyway and started for the door. At which he paused, staring at the knob. Supposing he found Deidara - what would he say? Would the blond be willing the answer his questions, or even talk - or would he just... Well, give him the cold shoulder? Not like he didn't deserve it, now that he thought about it. What the hell was he thinking? Pushing every single thought to the bad of his mind, Sasori exited the room, closing the door behind him quietly before looking around the hall. No sign of his partner, but the window... Why the hell was it open? ... Ugh.
"Dumbass," he muttered, striding over to it and peering out. Well, he wasn't below, thankfully... Great. He was going to have to climb if he wanted to find the idiot. Assuming he really did go out the window.
By this time, Deidara was soaked to the bone; his hair was stuck to his face and sniffing every now and again. Not from crying. From being so fucking freezing. He would've been better off in the living room or the kitchen. Though, the roof felt a lot more remote. The rain was all he could hear. No birds. No Tobi yelling. Nothing, but the rain pattering heavily on the roof tiles. Despite being alone to think things over, he hadn't managed to find an answer to his burning question. Actually, he'd been trying his best to avoid answering it. Part of him wanted the answer and the other didn't. That part was yelling at him, "Why did you kiss him, idiot? Why would a puppet with no emotions whatsoever want you?" He stared up at the white sky, hoping for an answer to slap him in the face. Eventually, a huge raindrop landed on his nose. Not the answer he was praying for, but it made him sneeze. Great. Now he was getting a cold. The blond, who's hair was now a murky brown, wrapped his arms around himself tightly, and shivered. 'Danna…' he whimpered.
The red-head carefully eased himself out of the window, glaring at the ground below. All things considered, he'd have to be really damn careful, unless he wanted to be piecing himself back together; being made from wood allowed for less grip than being made from flesh. But, miraculously, he managed to make it up onto the roof without falling off. And then he saw the soaked, shivering, and ever-pitiful looking blond.
iIdiot/i. Sasori sighed, frowning at the whimpered 'danna'. Was this depressing creature really Deidara? Did the rejection affect him that much...? Surely that couldn't be the case...
The puppet sat on his knees a few feet away, tearing his gaze from his partner to look off into... Nowhere, really. "I thought you said you didn't like getting your hair wet, Deidara," he put forth in his usual, toneless voice. He didn't want to bring up the occurance from minutes ago just yet. The blond would probably do the honours of doing that.
Hearing Sasori's voice, made Deidara jump. He stared at him, his mouth hanging open a little. Did he just…summon him, or something? Though, when the puppet recalled the words he had mentioned himself, he shuffled around, back facing him. The way he had said it bothered the sculptor. He didn't want to look at him either. Another reason why the back of the cloak was all that faced Sasori. 'Like you care,' he muttered, shivering again. What was he doing here? Didn't he just order him to leave? Furiously at that. Though, he managed to think up a comeback to his last remark. 'I thought you wanted to wear your puppet friend to keep the rain out, un.' Yeah, that was the one thing that they both had in common. They both disliked rain. He was tempted to turn around, but he couldn't bring himself to perform that action. It would already upset him more than he already was. He wanted to hate Sasori. But he couldn't. He was too soft to hate someone like him.
Peering over at Deidara - or at least as his back - when he heard the blond's muttered response, the puppet furrowed his brow. Okay, truthfully, to some extent, he really ididn't/i care. Unfourtunately, he found, to another extent, he idid/i. And it was bothering him to no end, along with the depressing blond. The mood didn't really suit him at all. Neither did the atmosphere; he looked cold.
Sighing quietly, irritably, Sasori crawled forward until he was probably a little less than a foot away from the sculptor. "Hn. Hiruko isn't the best thing to wear when trying to climb up onto the roof, idiot." The answer came out more blunt and... Harsh, than he would have wanted, but - whatever.
It seemed like he would have to bring 'it' up if he wanted to get some answers. For once, the puppet was definately not looking forward to something. "What was... iThat/i... About?" He inquired, unable to bring himself to actually say it. Way to be mature.
A blue eye twitched slightly at the puppet's words and voice. He clenched his fist tightly, only to relax it seconds later. 'You're the one who told me to leave,' Deidara replied. 'And I didn't exactly ask you to climb up here either, un.' He didn't want Sasori there. Not really. He'd much rather answer his mental question than talk to him. But, alas, not everything could go right. As proven a few minutes ago. When his partner mentioned the kiss he shivered a little. The way he referred to it as "That." As if it was so disgusting it couldn't be given its proper name. For a few seconds, Deidara left the question unanswered. Wasn't it obvious why he had done it? The sculptor was planning on answering, but he couldn't find the right words. So far the answers he had thought up were maybe…just a little bit too queer. The blond turned to look at the puppet, though when his eyes met the other's, he averted them, looking at the wet roof tiles. 'It felt…right,' he mumbled in response. Pretty wimpy. But it was an answer.
Well... That was true. He had told the blond to leave. And, the blond hadn't asked him to climb up the roof... "I did tell you to leave. Yes. But I didn't say to go out onto the roof." If he'd known that that was where Deidara was going to go to, he wouldn't have told him to leave; last thing he needed was to be looking after him for a week or so if or when he got sick.
Sasori waited impatiently for the answer to question number one, staring intently at the back of the pitiful sculptor's head. He continued to do so, silent, until his partner turned around. The puppet blinked slowly when, after their eyes met, Deidara averted his.
The answer he recieved made him look away, as well.
It felt right? The three words caused the puppet to become a little... Frustrated. What was that supposed to mean? 'Felt right'. iFelt/i. Did the blond forget one simple, little fact? Although he was going to ask that, he instead found himself saying, "We should get back inside." Even though he couldn't feel, he knew the blond was obviously could. And from his years as a human way-back-when, he knew rain could be really damn cold.
Taking note of the puppet's reaction to his petty answer, Deidara remained silent, his eyes boring into the tiles, shivering a lot more. He realised he had forgot to contemplate that Sasori couldn't feel. God, that must've made him sound so selfish. Or more stupid at least. He was cold, wet, feeling like a complete idiot and he just wanted to be alone. He hated this sort of tension. And, sadly, he experienced it far too much. Taking up his Danna's suggestion, he slid forwards. Though, looking at the sheer drop below him, made his face go paler than it already was. He stood up, and looked behind him. He gave a tiny smile, before disappearing. The sculptor landed on the floor with a bump. Well, that wasn't a good landing, was it? Still, he felt weak, so it was no wonder. He stood up again, before flopping onto the floor. Argh, where had his energy gone? He was only out in the rain for, what? Little more than three or four minutes. It was as if all his chakra had been sucked out of him. Shit. The roof. Leader had booby trapped it with chakra absorbing tiles for intruders. How could he have fallen for a trick he had been told about time and time again?
Deidara needn't feel stupid about forgetting the trapped roof; Sasori had, while his mind was on finding the blond, forgotten it, too. Only iafter/i watching his partner leave the roof did he remember it, and he face-palmed. Nng, knowing his luck he was going to slip and land in a puddle of mud or something...
The puppet crawled to the edge, peering down. Well. Apparently his partner was successful in getting back inside. Now it was his turn.
It wasn't as hard to do as he had thought it would be; soon enough, he found himself sitting precariously on the window-ledge and watching the blond expressionlessly. "You look like a drowned rat," he muttered, shaking his head from side-to-side to try to rid his hair of some of the water. Unlike the sculptor, while yes - his chakra had been drained, too - the puppet didn't feel weak. Or tired. He just wouldn't be able to use his puppets for a while. Which meant...
With a slightly irritated sigh, he stood, taking a step away from the window and holding a hand out for his partner so that he could held the fool up.
