Lilacs and Cyanide, Part Sept


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Miya (c) AromaticPain [deviantart

Yuka (c) Me [Takika/Manixa-chan
Sasori wasn't expecting her to start speaking this soon, much less to start off with what he knew was one of the questions people wanted to ask the most but never really did. "Those are quite smart assumptions and I'm surprised you reached the correct conclusion so quickly." He complimented, in spite of hating this question. But he just couldn't snap at her. "However, and to make this as simple as possible... Making oneself into a puppet should be done gradually. The hardest part is to keep the heart functioning without any other organs present. Now, I can transfer my heart to many of my puppets; this means they would gain my facial features, my voice and so-on. But the body would still be the way I built it. So, no. However, my... Original body, is a whole different matter. And I'd rather not talk about that."
Of course he meant the body he was in now and... Pretty much all of the time.

"You wouldn't dare admit it, but you like me talking to you. You like me pissing you off." He wasn't sure if she did or not, but either way he was sure he'd get a rise out of her. As long as she kept this up, Deidara would keep at it. Until his Danna decided it was time to leave.

"That's quite fascinating." Yuka meant it to. Someone like Sasori would be virtually invincible in combat. "So how does one turn themselves into a puppet without bleeding to death?"

"No, I don't. Don't put words in my mouth, it's not like you even i know /i me." If looks could hurt, Miya's glare would be piercing a hole between Deidara's eye sockets. She didn't like how he'd find any and every way to irritate her, and she didn't leave because it would make her feel like a complete loser later on.

"It's a complicated process." Sasori answered. Well, it wasn't an actual answer to her question, but he didn't want to answer it.
He and Orochimaru had done a lot of experiments in the past to achieve immortality. What Sasori had accomplished was more than just removing a limb like many puppet masters had done over time.
He didn't want to explain the experience of dieing but even so not quite; it was a secret he'd never share. "... And as you said before, 'a magician doesn't reveal his tricks'."

"I could know you," Deidara said thoughtfully, considering the idea. "But making you mad is more fun."

"Ah, touché," Yuka agreed, nodding. "But you've already revealed your biggest weakness to me." Yuka added pointedly. She had figured out that he was a puppet on her own, but he was the one who mentioned his heart.

A black haired woman approached Sasori and Yuka. "I'm sorry, but breakfast is over. You will have to take your chit-chat somewhere else."

"How intelligent of you to realise that." Sasori smirked. Yes, she was one of the few who would see that as his weakness. Now he'd let her figure out on her own why Hiruko was much stronger compared to most puppets. Like a shell of some sort.
The redhead merely stood up moments after the lady spoke to them. He didn't even speak to her at all. "Are you coming?" He asked Yuka.

Miya scowled. "You're so childish! I can't begin to imagine how your master puts up with you. I'd rather spend an afternoon listening to that Tobi person than put up with you any longer!"
... Maybe a bit too harsh. Tobi seemed nice, but he also seemed to act a lot like a kid and so she was sure she'd rather listen to Deidara's constant nagging - even if it made her want to rip out his vocal chords. But that's the only thing that came to her mind and that she had managed to say before she turned and started walking away.

"Ouch," Deidara said, feigning hurt. "That hit below the belt, un." It was quite insulting to be told someone would rather be around Tobi than him, but he couldn't let her know that. He paused for a second. 'You know, I really like you, un. You'd make a good pet." Payback was a bitch, un.

"Sure," Yuka hopped up quickly, grabbing her bag. Where they were going at the moment, she wasn't sure, but she'd go either way.

"Where to?" Sasori asked. Personally, he didn't find the need to go back to his room and sit there for who knows how long until they were ready to leave and he should at least look around to see if he could buy anything useful. At a cheap price, of course; he wouldn't want Kakuzu to complain about him spending too much money.

"A pet?" Miya repeated in disbelief, unable to process anything else but that sentence in her mind. She even stopped walking and turned around to face him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Deidara scowled. "More things than you know, un." It wasn't her business what was wrong with him. He had grown up hating his village--they hated him for what he was. So, he left after blowing some of his fellow Iwa-nin up...then Itachi came along...he shook the thoughts away, and went back to teasing her. "I don't have a leash or collar, but we could certainly go buy one."

"It doesn't matter, Sasori-san." Yuka glanced around the room to make sure she had everything. "I have everything I need, but if you want to go shopping I'll follow you around." That sounded so wrong. She wasn't a lost puppy, nor was he her master. "I mean, I will accompany you."

Sasori decided not to even complain about the suffix Yuka had used; she had brought him some insight on how his grandmother was - or had been - and that he was somewhat grateful for. "If you'd like to. I won't take long... In fact, I am not sure I'll even buy anything at all. You don't have to come unless you want to, though."

More than she knew? Well, that was obvious, Miya knew for a fact that the little she knew about him wasn't enough to tell his - or anyone else's - life story. But she decided not to ask because she didn't want to have to tell him her share problems. She inwardly twitched at his next statement. "Since when did I agree to your sick wishes!?

"Meh," Yuka shrugged. "I have nothing better to do." She looked around. "Will your partner be okay not knowing where you are?" She had gotten the impression that the blond's life nearly revolved around Sasori...he did call him 'Danna'...

"You never objected, did you?" Deidara said pointedly. "A muzzle might be better though, you look like that kind that bites." Deidara was simply coming up with stuff as he went along. He did have to keep himself entertained until Danna was finished, didn't he?

"The brat can take care of himself." Sasori told her. Well, he at least hoped Deidara did. He didn't want to have to run off in a hurry because of some sudden explosion in some part of the village. "Haven't heard him yet, anyway, so he's probably out of trouble."

"That still doesn't make me a pet, much less your pet!" Miya crossed her arms, glaring at him. If only she could come up with a way for him to leave her alone. Hopefully she wouldn't have to see him again after she kept on traveling.

"I can change that. I know mind-control jutsu." Really, he didn't, but his Danna did, didn't he? It was almost the same thing, anyway. "I could have you running around like a little puppy if I wanted to." He paused and added, "I wouldn't do that though. I'm too nice of a person." And of course, Tobi would willingly act like a puppy if he wanted...which he truly didn't.

Yuka smiled. "Okay!" She walked with Sasori out of the inn and down the street, glancing in the windows of small shoppes. Flowers, pottery, clothing...nothing that Yuka particularly really needed, especially the pottery. What good would that be to her? Despite the fact that she was practically a nomad, she no longer even had a place to call home, so she couldn't decorate it. "Anything in particular you're looking for?"

Sasori too glanced at the few shops they walked past. So many things, so unnecessary for someone like him. "Actually... Nothing in particular." He answered. He didn't know what kind of things they'd sell in a small place and considering he had been stubborn enough to not look around last time and consequently complaining that Deidara had taken too long, only to realise what he had missed long after they had left a village, he decided not to make the same mistake twice. "I want to see if they sell anything remotely useful."

"Oh yes, a lovely person." Miya rolled her eyes. By now she was willing to just walk away and leave him standing there, but she was sure he'd continue annoying her any way he could. And if he did know mind-control jutsu she'd have to be extra careful. "Don't even think I'm going to agree with you, nutcase. I have more to do than being your bitch."

Deidara gasped. "Such dirty words coming from such an innocent woman! No, you don't have to be my bitch." He laughed, knowing that Miya was at her boiling point. "You could be my Bonnie, and I can be your Clyde and we can go on a bank robbing spree." Deidara laughed inwardly, a bit shocked with himself. He has used one of Kakuzu's pick-up lines.

"Useful, yes." Yuka agreed, a bit absent-minded, she was staring at toys in the window of the toy store. More particularly, the teddy bear sitting in a rocking chair. She had always wanted one as a child, but she always got shuriken and kunai instead of teddy bears and dolls. "I don't think we'll find anything too useful here."

Sasori stopped at gave her an odd look; she seemed a bit distracted. He followed her line of vision and ended up staring at a teddy bear.
Wait.
A teddy bear?
Why would she want a... Oh, right. When he was still in Suna. His grandmother had said something about her; he had just shrugged it off, saying that spoiling kids was useless. At the time he had been oblivious as to how he didn't use the puppets for fighting as a little boy. How they had been his solace.
Only then did he realise that what he was looking at now was a toy store. He glanced at the other things in the window... And spotted a little puppet man. Like the one his grandmother had shown him that time when he was staring at his parents' photographs, alone in the room. The little puppet man timidly walking through the door that somehow made him smile. And that's when Chiyo had asked if he wanted to learn his now biggest passion.
For a moment he almost stepped forward, willing to enter the shop. He could buy it- No, he could buy it and the stuffed animal. But he knew that this was just like the other times he missed being a child. That he was now a grown up man and that his life didn't include much happiness. For the sake of the job.
"It's amazing what you'll find in these small places." He told her, turning away from the shop.

Innocent? Ha! As if Miya was all that innocent. It's not like she hadn't had her hands stained with human blood for more than medical purposes. However, she gave him an 'are you on drugs' look when he used that pick-up line. "So basically you're saying... I could be your bitch." She stated bluntly.

"Yeah." Yuka snapped out of it, resisting the urge to walk into the store to buy the teddy bear. Walking into the store would be giving in...and keeping the bear would be disgracing what she was. Yuka followed Sasori, walking a bit faster to get back into step with him. By now the village was more lively, its citizens out and about. Many of the younger women and teenage girls stopped what they were doing to stare and giggle at Sasori. Yuka wasn't sure what pissed her off more, that they were staring at Sasori, giving her dirty looks, or that she was letting it bother her at all.

Deidara gaped at her. "You mean you don't want to be?" He looked to his feet as he shuffled them awkwardly. "That's too bad...we could have had so much fun together, un..." Behaving this way reminded himself that he had been told that he should have been an actor once many years ago...He supposed he could have been successful in that field if he wanted to...he was able to control his emotions and expressions to what he wanted them to be...but that also made him an excellent shinobi as well.

This village was, Sasori noticed, bigger than he had assumed the previous day. Or at least had more people than he expected. He kept looking around at the windows of several shops, trying to ignore the looks he was receiving. It bothered him a bit because he wasn't generally the centre of attention: if anything, people glared at him. Or rather, glared at Hiruko for simply walking with his blonde-haired partner.
"I should have brought him along..." He muttered, rolling his eyes.
Of course he meant Hiruko, not the brat.

Miya blinked. Either he was really dense and didn't realise how annoyed she was, or he just had pretty complicated way to impress a person. If that's really what he was trying to do, which he most likely wasn't, but she wasn't quite sure of anything anymore. "... You are aware of the fact that you compared me to a pet animal, annoyed me to no end and are still saying I could be your bitch, aren't you?" She asked slowly.

Yuka had no clue who or what Sasori was talking about, she was diving into a foul mood due to the glares. Even some guys were giving her dirty looks. Freaky, right? It wasn't her fault that the man she was walking with was beautiful and that she was walking with him and not anyone else. She was getting fed up with it pretty quick. Instantaneously, she turned to a random woman [who happened to be dressed like a harlot and demanded, "What? Something wrong with my face?"