Update~! I've had this sitting in my documents for a while now...I just...Kinda lost it...
Too much crap, y'see. I seriously need to do a clean up...
I've just realized, this whole time, I've been writing "defiantly", instead of "definitely". I. Am. An. Idiot.
Thank you ReEna-Kk for pointing out that painful fact, I will try my best not to look like a total buffoon again. XD
I hope you enjoy this chapter, please review!^^
Deidara's POV
I smiled, bringing a tea tray into the living room, placing it on the table, in front of the red-head.
"Thank you..." Sasori muttered, pouring himself a cup of tea.
I nodded, sitting opposite the red-head. "So, tell me about yourself."
"There's not a lot to know." The man replied, sipping his tea.
"I think there is, un." I chuckled, nibbling a biscuit. "I haven't read a single article on your past, or anything like that."
"Mainly because there's not a lot to know."
I bit my lip, my smile faltering slightly. "S-So...How'd you learn to play the guitar?"
"My granny taught me..."
I chuckled. "You're kidding, right...?"
The red-head raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "No..."
"When did she teach you, un...?"
"Since I could walk..." Sasori smiled, looking down.
"That's worth an article!" I laughed, finishing my biscuit.
Sasori shook his head again, but maintained a lazy smile.
"And you sing, un...?" I asked, tilting my head.
The red-head raised an eyebrow. "Where'd you hear that...?"
"I hear you singing in the backing tracks!" I grinned.
Sasori chuckled. "That's doesn't mean I sing...".
"But you sing sometimes." I smiled.
"Sometimes." The red-head began, catching my eye. "My voice isn't exactly fitted for a rock band though, so only occasionally."
"It's a beautiful voice though, un...".
"Not a suitable voice for a rock band." The man repeated.
Sasori was right; His voice wasn't suitable for a rock band. It was rather high-pitched, but still led a beautiful melody. The lead singer, Pain, had a cracking voice. It was rough, and jagged, but made a sound which you simply couldn't get enough of.
"So what about you, brat? Do you play anything? Sing?" The red-head piped up.
"Well, I can play Three Blind Mice on the recorder, un!" I grinned, earning a disappointing look from the red-head.
"You seem like a musical person..." He mumbled.
"I'm an artistic person." I smiled.
Sasori looked up slightly, quirking an eyebrow. "Oh? Well it just so happens that I am too."
"You' mean musically artistic, un?"
The red-head shook his head. "No, no. I'm into woodwork."
"Woodwork?" I repeated.
Sasori nodded. "Carving, puppetry, all that jazz...Enough about me though. What type of art are you into? Ballet?"
I tried my best not to glare, and shook my head. "Clay sculpting, un."
"Sounds messy..." The red-head smirked.
"That's the beauty of it!" I grinned. "It's even better when I get to blow my sculptures up! Bang, bang, ban-
"I'm sorry, what?"
I turned my head towards Sasori, grinning. "That's my art, un! Fleeting beauty?"
"...Brat, that's probably the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.
I frowned, pouting slightly. "How so?"
"Art is eternal. Something so beautiful, that it deserves to last forever, to be seen by everyone!"
"That's crap, un! Real art is something that should only be seen in the artists eyes once! Something so beautiful, that it tests the artist. If he or she is so proud of it, they would remember it forever, even if it were to be destroyed."
"...I have no hope in your generation..." The red-head muttered, ignoring my speech.
I scowled. "Hey-
I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"I'll get it, un..." I muttered, making my way through the hallway, whilst Sasori sipped his tea.
"Coming~! I chimed, opening the door.
My eyes met the sight of a very strange looking man. He had sickly pale skin, messy green hair, and his eyes were a strange yellow. He wore a pair of black and grey, stripey skinny jeans, along with a white, button up shirt, underneath a grey waistcoat. Around his neck, the man wore a thin, black scarf. Added to the outfit, was a black pair of combat boots, and a brown, leather satchel.
"Deidara Iwa, right?" The man asked, tilting his head.
I nodded slowly, trying not to smirk at the man's amusing coloured hair. Instead, I looked down at his boots. "I like your shoes, un...".
"Have them. I've got a bunch more at home." The green-haired man replied, slipping past me, and walking through the hallway.
It took me a few seconds to realize what had just happened.
"H-Hey, un!" I cried, closing the door, and following the man. "You can't just walk in here!"
"Boots in exchange for shoots, my friend." The man chimed, going through his bag.
I paled.
Shoots? The guy was getting a gun out from his bag...I knew it! Shoots! He was going to shoot me!
"P-Please, don't shoot me, un!" I cried, holding my hands in the air.
The man paused his searching, raising an eyebrow at me. "Excuse me...?"
"Shoots, un! Y-You're gonna shoot me, aren't you! Make it quick...Please..." I closed my eyes, trying my best not to flinch.
A few seconds past, and I felt no pain. I slowly cracked my eyes open, frowning at the man.
He was holding a large camera.
I blinked.
He blinked.
"Shoots." He stated, gesturing towards the camera.
I blinked a few more times, before letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh, that type of shoot, un!" I grinned.
The man nodded. "I'm not the best at rhyming..." He muttered, making his way into my bedroom.
I followed him, raising an eyebrow. "May I ask what you're doing...?"
"Taking photographs. Pain wants to make sure this place is suitable for Sasori."
I flinched as the man turned around, taking a picture of me.
"Pain as in the lead singer of the Akatsuki, un...?"
"No, Pain as in the physical sensation."
I blinked.
He blinked.
"I was joking."
"I know, un."
"So...Who exactly are you?" I finally asked.
"Zetsu."
"That's a funny name, un...".
"That's a funny speech impediment."
"...I'm the band's manager." Zetsu stated eventually.
"H-Huh...?" I blinked. "T-That's awesome!"
"Oh, it's anything but..." The green-haired male murmured, making his way into the living room.
"Oh, hello Zetsu." Sasori greeted, still sipping tea.
"Oh, hello Sasori." Zetsu responded, in the exact same monotone.
Sasori blinked.
Zetsu blinked.
"...Do you like it here?" Zetsu asked, taking a picture of the room.
Sasori nodded. "The tea's nice...And it reminds me of a cave."
"You like caves." Zetsu noted.
"I do." Sasori replied.
I followed the green-haired man into the kitchen, watching as he took another picture of the room.
"So, I hear you're trying to keep Sasori off drugs..." He smirked, going through my cupboard.
"And alcohol, and cigarettes, and anything harmful to his body." I smiled proudly.
Zetsu chuckled, looking in the fridge. "Good luck with that..."
"It's actually not that hard, un..." I continued, leaning on the counter. "For an addict, it didn't take him long to get off the drugs."
Zetsu turned around, frowning slightly. "When was the last time he took something?"
"Yesterday..." I replied. "I made sure to rid his suitcases of alcohol, drugs, and things like that, so he shouldn't be doing anything behind my back."
"All I'm gonna say to that, is don't underestimate him."
I tilted my head. "Excuse me, un?"
"Sasori's much smarter than you think. He's a genius, in fact. He'll find a way, he always does."
I pouted. "I know that..."
"Oh, you think you do..." Zetsu chuckled. "But before you know it, he'll be dancing on the table with his nose covered in crack."
"That's not gonna happen, un." I stated, pursing my lips.
"Well, I'm not you, so I can't say a lot~" The green-haired male chuckled lightly, slipping the camera back into his satchel, making his way into the living-room.
Before following Zetsu, I heard a loud laugh coming from the man.
"U-Un...?" I frowned, walking into the room.
My eyes met with something shocking. There was Sasori, wearing nothing but his shirt, and boxers...Dancing on the table. His nostrils were coated in a suspicious white powder, and he seemed to be having the time of his life.
"Cats go splat, and rats go tat!" He chimed, jumping up and down, flashing his bony hips. "Mats are flat, and brats go chat, chat, chat!" He giggled, looking at me. "Brats go chat, chat, chat!"
"And I thought my rhyming was bad..." Zetsu muttered, going through his satchel, pulling out a small, paper bag. "This is for you." He stated. "We call it Sasori's 'emergency rations'. Whenever he's in a condition like..." The green-haired male turned his head towards the dancing red-head. "...That...We use it. It contains things like smelling salts, herbal tea, mineral water...All that rubbish. It helps though."
I nodded in thanks, taking the bag.
"Well, I should be going now. Enjoy...That." Zetsu smirked, gesturing to the red-head.
I pouted, clutching the bag. "Take him with you, un...?"
By the time I had said this, the green-haired man was already half way across the room.
"Nooo~!" Sasori cried, diving at Zetsu's legs, clutching onto them. "Don't leave me in the cave~! Not the cave, man! I've seen some things here, some things~!"
"Tell Mr. Speech-impediment about them things then~! He'd love to know!" Zetsu smiled, eventually getting Sasori off his legs.
Before I could reply, Zetsu was out of the door before you could say "You bastard, you told me I could have your boots, un."
I let out a sigh, looking down at the red-head, who was rolling around on the floor.
"You've got to be joking..." I muttered, narrowing my eyes at the man.
I guess energetic 5 year-old had come out to play.
Again.
And that was that.
I decided not to give Zetsu a black half, as that would just be confusing, and hard to write. D:
Oh, and in case you're curious, The Akatsuki are a heavy rock band. Which you already know.
If you're wondering what I meant when I wrote Sasori had a too-high voice, listen to the song "Goodbye Mr A" by The Hoosiers, and imagine him singing it.
That's how I imagine he'd sound like! XD
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review!^^
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review!^^