Live Action

SasoDei

Lo and behold great citizens of The World of Naruto. It was a gentle day in the five great lands. The beaches of the Land of Waves were warm and peaceful, the sound of the soft salty waves lulling the inhabitants of the island into a state of nirvana. The great mountains that protected and shielded the Land of Lightning were a-fire with the late-morning sun edging its way above their rocky peaks, dazzling the people in the highlands into an awe-filled joy. The Land of Wind's deserts were alive with merchants and their caravans that crossed the great dusty planes in mild heat, telling magnificent stories of lords and ladies, ninja and samurai, soldiers and children, demons and angels, and all imaginary creatures known to the warm lands.

The Land of Fire was alive with people bustling through the morning markets of their respective towns and villages. Princesses and Princes stood on their balconies, watching the periwinkle skies with sighs of contentness. Stores opened for the day, prepared to sell their wares to those who came along. Ninja received their next missions, genin training in the forests and rivers. And deep in the darkest forest, in the center of this great land, in the home of the infamous Akatsuki, all was-

"AAAAIIIIEEEEE…!!!!!"

All was chaos.

Deidara, the great feminine artist shinobi sat straight up in his bed, kunai yielded in hand as he looked around in bleary panic for what had woken him from his particularly nice slumber, accompanied by a dream of an inparticular maiden he had… blown up. In more ways than one. It had been a pleasant experience.

"Deidara, Deidara, Deidara!!" A giddy Sasori squealed, jumping up and down in his partner's doorway in a very childish manner.

"Wha'? Danna, why'd ya wake wake me? Hmmm…?" Deidara mumbled, slumping rather ungracefuly onto his soft linen and goose feather pillow. His eyes drooped with exaughstion as they rolled over in their sockets to stare at the over-enthused puppeteer.

"Deidara? Can I go? Please?! Please, please, please?!! I'll love you with all my re-animated synthetic heat…! Can I go?!!" Deidara groaned loudly in exaughstion, wondering what the red-head's reaction would be to being knocked in the septal cartilage with a fourty-pound chestnut door. Figuring the reaction would not be in his favor, he cast a slow glance to his silver and black state-of-the-art digital alarm clock. He groaned louder this time, and gave a spine tingling glare to Sasori.

"Why ya askin' me?" Sasori stopped jumping and looked to his toes with wide eyes, flushed cheeks puffed out in embarrassment. He murmured quiet words under his breath that faltered before they could reach Deidara's ears.

"Say again?" Deidara asked. He was acutely aware right now of the fact that he was never going to fall back asleep. He was now very much awake. Deidara silently and peacefully ended his mental debate of whether or not to hurt Sasori, and slowly sat up with an exaggerated, lethargic stretch. He yawned, baggy eyes emotionless besides their mild pools of annoyance and boredom. He watched, judging the best way to handle Sasori's strange behavior.

"I don't want to go alone," Sasori said a bit louder, cheeks darkening to a nice rosy shade, bare feet shuffling beneath his cloak.

"What is it anyways? Why's it got you so excited? Hmmm…?" Sasori was nearly trembling in embaressment no, and Deidara felt a strong twinge of concern for the normally collected rogue ninja before him. A twinge so strong, that if he wasn't collected himself, his breath would have hitched from the force of the emotion and he would have cried out. Thankfully Sasori didn't take notice of this fact.

"Well… um… It's, uh…" Sasori fought not to stutter with all of his will power, and attempt to calm his almost ethereal excitement. He hadn't been this… enthusiastic… in a long time.

"Spit it out, will ya, un?" Deidara grumbled, feeling incredibly impatient. He had never really taken favor to the suspense genre.

"Uh… never mind. You wouldn't like it. I'll ask someone… else…" Sasori said quickly, turning on his soft, pale-skinned heals to leave the room that smelt thickly of burnt hair.

"Like who?" Deidara asked in amused curiosity, sitting up and bringing his long, gangly legs up so that he sat cross-legged, wrapped in his midnight-blue comforter. He was very aware, and slightly happy with himself, that as Sasori froze in the doorway, the explosive artist might be egging the man on.

"I… I'd invite Tobi," Sasori said as firmly as he could, fighting not to grimace at the thought of attending this spectacular occasion babysitting such a nuisance.

"Why the past tense?" Deidara teased, failing pitifully at keeping the playful tone from his voice. Sasori stiffened, shoulders hunching slightly.

"You were my first choice," he said in a soft, sad tone. He sounded like a child who's greatest joy had been taken, crushed, and brutally pounded by a box of cinderblocks. Deidara gave way to the rush of angry guilt flowing through his tired, hot body.

"Fine, un. Whatever it is, I'll take you," Deidara said with a reluctant sigh. Though what surprised Deidara, and gave him a rush of pleasure was Sasori's reaction.

The puppet master whirled around on his feet, stumbling clumsily onto his hands and knees in his blind excitement. His head shot up, red hair flying like flames licking white skin, and looked up at Deidara with pure and utter hope, eyes wide and glittering, cheeks flushed.

Deidara flushed himself, a deep healthy scarlet across his whole body, and averted his eyes from the almost-too-innocent appearance of Sasori. His cheeks burned and his throat tightened. He cleared it before speaking.

"Y-yeah…"

"Promise?" The tone of the word was quieter than it had been earlier, but just as buoyant and happy. And hopeful, an emotion Deidara was unnacostomed too, especially in the puppet-man before him.

Deidara nodded.

"So… what is it w-we're watching? Hmmm…?"

"Elmo live action," Sasori replied simply, stating the obvious. "Noggin just played the commercial." Deidara felt the reluctance seeping back into his mind.

"Elmo? As in Sesame Street red-and-fuzzy-freak-of-nature Elmo?"

"Yep."

"And why do you want to see Elmo laugh-"

"It's Elmo live action. And they're puppets! Live puppets!!"

"Oh."