Chapter 7
There was no doubt in Deidara's mind.
"And for our last entry...Deidara!" Deidara waved and send the girls a sexy wink. He figured, it wasn't hard to capture a girl's heart. Not as hard as it was to convince Sasori. Not once did he fail to make a girl fall for him, but Sasori was much harder.
Well not anymore, un.
Deidara smirked at the lump of started out molding a huge piece of clay. He didn't rush this, because you can't rush art. They didn't mind waiting, but Sasori did. The red-head awaited anxiously, knowing Deidara. He would probably crush it later. He didn't see the threat in that, but Sasori didn't think it was that simple. Deidara used his tender hands, and mold the clay. Eventually, it formed into thousands of butterflies. People began to whisper among each other, and Deidara noticed it.
The crowd began to stir.
Deidara threw the clay figures into the air, and it began to fly. The butterflies soared in the air, and formed shapes, and forms. It made a wordless impression on the red-head. Good ones, surprisingly.
I'll show him, real art.
"You know, this is pretty awesome too, un." He began. Looking at Sasori in particular. Sasori twitched in his seat, know what he'll say next. "But art...is an explosion, KATSU!"
The little bugs turned into fireworks, and all kinds of colors went in all kinds of directions. Colors varied in different sizes and shape. Some were red, and some were orange. Mostly blue, but with a little yellow and green too. Sometimes, there was even a tint of purple. Shapes were formed as well. Like circles, and squares were pretty common. It was amazing.
Sasori didn't like the fact that it caught more attention than his, but he had to admit that it was indeed catchy. Catchy. But still not art.
"That was so cool!"
"I know right?"
"Hmm. Taste it, it's sugar!"
All kinds of compliments were thrown at Deidara, and it wasn't pleasing to Sasori. Deidara smirked at this. Satisfied, he left the stage. The judges were arguing as to who should win. Deidara's art was original and creative, but Sasori can move hundreds of puppets with only two hands. No one knew how to judge this contest.
Deidara is fairly amused at the conversation. Sasori glared. He hates to lose. Deidara laughed at the other's reaction.
"It's my pride that doesn't allow me to lose to a brat like you." Sasori explained.
"Ha! What's that, un? Poor little Sasori-Danna afraid he'll lose?" Deidara teased.
"No."
"Yes."
"I said, 'no'."
"Whatever, un." Deidara smiled brightly at Sasori. "You know that I'll win. It's a fact, un."
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It turned out that the judge needs to take a few hours to decided who should win. It was indeed a hard decision. Sasori roamed through the art shop for hours. Obviously wanting to excuse himself from seeing Deidara. Deidara quirked an eyebrow at Sasori's weird behavior. But his place does not allow him to ask him. It was not his job to acknowledge a loser.
"Sasori's such a loser." Sakura smiled. "I'm so better than him."
"I know right?" Ino raised her eyebrow suggestively. "He's just a gay ass mother fucker."
Deidara couldn't help but laugh. Resisting the urge to bite back that "Gay" and "mother fucker" don't go together. But decided against it. "Indeed you're better, un."
"As if. I'm the best one here!" Hidan insisted. "You guys are all below me."
"Yes. Yes. You are." I rolled my eyes. "You're the best one over here, un."
"You mocking me?" Hidan frowned. "You want a fucking fight?"
I raised my hand in defeat. "Okay! Geez. Don't need to go all whiney and stuff. We know you're awesome, un."
"Obviously!"
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Inside the art store. Sasori lingered in the wood aisle. Staring at the fascinating wood materials while thinking about Deidara. His art was transient, but did not just simply crush it. Art that dwelled inside a small shell of beauty. It surprised Sasori himself how much he seemed to admire that. If only it was everlasting instead of fleeting. He would definitely consider Deidara an 'artist'.
Art is not fleeting.
"Hey Danna." Deidara patted the red-head's shoulders. "What do you think about my art, un?"
"It might be beautiful, but it will never become art." Sasori stated flatly. It was never something that the red head believe in, therefore it is not art.
"Harsh now, are we?" Deidara had gotten away to talk to Sasori because he liked art. It was a mere coincidence that he was able to chat with Sasori because he was in an art shop.
"Does it seem like I care?" Sasori asked sharply. "You and your dumbness needs to stop."
"Calling me dumb now?" Deidara backed Sasori against the wall. Hovering over the little red-head, Sasori does not show a single sign of fear. "Who's the dumb one here, un? As far as I know, you weren't so bright when it comes to being honest with yourself. Or being kind to others. Neither do you do well on not hurting other people's feelings. Sasori. You only care about yourself, un. Don't even get me started on how carefree you were back then, un."
"What is the meaning of this?" Sasori snapped, trying to push Deidara away.
"Sasori. I'm willing to give you a second chance, un."
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