One word:

Ugh.


"I don't think that's going to work, Sasori no danna, yeah." Deidara said.

He was leaning against the wall a couple of meters behind the redhead, watching the man's back in pure boredom; hadn't it been for the fact that he had used the first fourty minutes watching his partner's cute little bottom, he would be a bit more amused and cocky, like he normally is.

For once, he had managed to make his partner use the much more human-like puppet body. In truth, Sasori rarely used it -if he remembered correctly it was about nine months since the last time-, but it seemed that some flirting and talking about a reward for tonight had helped. Neither of the two were really addicted to sex, so they managed fine without it. It was just these few times that they felt the need to feel each other properly... or as the redhead said; get all sweaty and exhausted.

Unfortunately, they hadn't even got that far yet; For some reason, they couldn't seem to unlock their target's door even if they had the key.

His poor master had been struggling for an eternity now, but because of the man's practically nonexistent puppetness, it just wouldn't move an inch even if he tried to kick it. Sasori was stubborn too, so he just didn't seem to want to give up. How many times hadn't Deidara told his partner in crime that he was too damn stubborn? Just as many times as the redhead had told him to shut the hell up and leave him to his work.

That was probably why he hadn't said anything yet, even if the thought of getting the other male really mad could lead to some hot, angry sex right here, in the corridor. It would be perfect too; he would be able to hear every sound the puppeteer would make even clearer because of the echo that rang through the room whenever either of them took a step.

Now, if it hadn't been for this fact, and the one where Pein had told them not to be heard, seen or caught, Deidara would have blown the door away in a heartbeat. He guessed... that was also why they couldn't really screw in the corridor.

Of course he didn't think that talking would alert anyone at all.

"Shut up, brat," Sasori snapped back at him, the boy's face turning slightly to look at him. He met the redhead's eyes and grinned slightly.

"Let me guess, yeah, you've almost got it?"

"Yes, in fact I do."

He had to laugh then, Deidara, that is. He didn't really say anything, but both of them knew very well that the redhead had been saying the same thing whenever he had asked, and this wasn't the first time. This fact seemed to put more stress upon the shorter male's shoulders.

Unfortunately, Deidara didn't care that much about such a small matter.

"Are you sure it's the right key, Sasori no danna?" he asked as he straightened himself and walked over, bending his knees slightly so he was in the same height as Sasori, who already stood slightly bent as he worked on getting the door open.

"Of course it is!" the redhead insisted, too proud to even consider that they had the wrong key.

How typical, Deidara thought.

"You do realize that your brainwashed dude probably betrayed you, right, yeah?"

Sasori seemed to stop his work for a few seconds. It amused him greatly when the redhead seemed to notice this and then became even more frustrated and maybe even a little bit angry. It amazed the blonde how easily he could affect his partner when the redhead didn't have his usual body.

"Shut up." the redhead warned him, sending him a glare at the same time, "my technique is perfect and it always works until I stop it. He did not betray me."

Deidara scoffed, but grinned victoriously. It was pretty obvious that his red haired partner was having doubts about his skills as a ninja now, or at least about that one technique. It was always fantastic to see Sasori in distress too, just like now. The redhead was much like a princess in his eyes at the moment, struggling to get the door open, but losing hope each second. For a second, the blond even imagined his partner in a dress, and had to wonder where all of these crazy thoughts and ideas came from; it wasn't exactly a greater wish to see the other male in a dress either, because honestly, in his head, it looked more ridiculous than anything.

"Now, now, Sasori, don't be an idiot. You just fucked up this once," he said, continuing to grin all too happily, "besides, you can't expect everyone to keep on standing by your side, yeah."

"Then again, I guess that's what you have all of your puppets for, yeah?"

When his partner looked at him, he immediately regretted speaking so cockily about betrayal; the boy's expression bore a light frown, and if it weren't for those brown irises filled with hurt and bad childhood memories, it would have looked as if Sasori was irritated. The redhead's mouth wasn't set to a thin line either, which it usually was when he was displeased. Instead it was pointing slightly downwards.

Deidara sighed and reached over, patting his partner's head.

Unfortunately, it didn't even take a second before the redhead had swatted his hand away, obviously not thinking twice about forgiving him, something he guessed that he could understand. Despite this, he felt that Sasori could at least have acted as if it was alright; now he had to go around and feel guilty until his partner decided to forgive him.

Maybe getting the redhead to wear the human body hadn't been such a good idea after all, even if it meant that his chances of getting laid later on was much higher. Well... at least they had been. Now, as the other was mad and hurt because of some simple, but completely truthful words, he had no chance of getting satisfaction unless he found a way to be forgiven.

Too bad being forgiven wasn't an easy task when it came to Sasori.

The last time he had done something stupid (Sasori had been in his human form that time as well), Sasori hadn't talked to him for a week. The redhead could be quite stubborn, and he hadn't even had a good reason back then; Deidara had just what he'd always did; blown shit up. Unfortunately, his partner may have been a little too close without him noticing it, and he'd blown his art into pieces. It was mere luck that the blast only sent the redhead flying a couple of meters. After all, it could have ended much, much worse.

At first it hadn't seemed as if his partner in crime had been ready to forgive him, not the day after, or the day after that. Not even a month later, considering how cold the redhead had been.

In the end, it was time and a lot of luck that had let him regain the lost trust and his master's love; they had been on a mission in Konoha. Both of them were unfamiliar with the terrain around the village, since neither of them lived very close. It was actually the first time Deidara had seen such green leaves on the trees. On with the mission, they easily managed to collect what they had come for; the head of the Hyuuga clan. However, that had sent pretty much every damned Hyuuga after them.

Deidara had easily been able to keep his distance, but his partner couldn't fly like him, and before they even had time to blink, the redhead's heart had been hit three times and all circulation had stopped up. It hadn't taken him long to get his limp redhead out of the reach of angry Hyuuga.

When the redhead woke up again, Sasori had been rather confused, especially since Deidara had pulled the redhead into his lap and held him close.

Unfortunately, something told him that he wouldn't be able to regain the trust that easily this time.

"Sasori, yeah, I was just joking." he tried, leaning against the door that still was refusing to open. The blond let his gaze slide from his partner and to the end of the corridor just to check if they still were alone. After all, they had been in the same location for more than an hour by now, and one of their team rules were to always be on the move.

"Seriously, I didn't mean anything with it, yeah."

Silence continued.

Deidara was the type that loathed silence unless he needed it himself. For example, if he was working with his art, then silence was a must. However, whenever he was with other people, like his partner, Kisame or Hidan, he just had to speak. It didn't matter what he was talking about as long as he got to babble on and on for a while.

This was one of the times that he needed some talking, and not only because he knew he would have to get Sasori to forgive him, but also because he was beginning to get a little bit restless.

"Sasori..."

Finally a soft 'click' was heard from the door and he perked up, eyes scanning both the key that had finally decided to work (meaning that his partner didn't know how to unlock a door) and the back of Sasori's head. The redhead pushed the door open and peeked inside, obviously wary of what, or who was inside.

When his partner seemed to deem it as safe, the redhead took a step to go through and into the next room. However, Deidara reached for Sasori's arm and held the boy back. He wasn't about to let the mission continue without being forgiven.

Sasori turned slightly and looked at him, surprise and anger and annoyance covering the young man's face. He could only hold a serious, but truthful expression.

"Sasori... I am one of your puppets, yeah."