Chapter 8- Flaming Sunset
A/N: *gets killed some more* Look, I love you all as readers and encouragers. But I am currently doing absolutely dreadful in my classes. EXPECT UPDATES TO BE VERY LATE. I am sorry about this, but I have gotten sick again (this time with Strep Throat) and I missed another four days of school. My muse is a bitch, honestly. Any ideas you think would be interesting to put in, PLEASE TELL ME. This story is going to be cut off really short if I can't get any more ideas, I'm sorry.
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Their mission was successful. The two artists both smirked as they trudged through the mud, the brown mess clinging to their pants, socks, and feet. Deidara had one of their kills slung over his shoulder, Sasori had Hiruko's tail keeping the other.
That was one puppet Deidara could not stand.
He tried to respect Sasori's art views, he really did. And most of his puppets really seemed to be intricate, artistic, and useful in battle. But when Deidara first saw that thing crawl into battle… He swore that Sasori really, really did have something wrong with his head. It was wrinkled, with beady eyes, and it walked like a turtle. Said puppet had its own Akatsuki cloak (which worried Deidara at first- How far did Sasori take his "imagination" with this thing?!) and a bandana covered its "mouth".
Needless to say, whenever Sasori rode in it, Deidara seemed to lag even more than usual. And he refused to talk to Sasori. That thing's voice was honestly just creepy.
Deidara was not a "puppet person". That seemed to work out because the Akasuna was most definitely not a "people person". They evened one another out, you could say.
Or, you could say that they raised more terror when they clashed than all of the seven hells.
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Deidara hummed. If the blonde wasn't sculpting, he was talking. If he wasn't talking, he was humming. The only time he was silent was when he was dead, which Sasori hadn't had the pleasure to hear just yet. He assumed that the kid would find a way to make noise, even in death, just to irk him.
Trudge.
Trudge.
Slop.
Trudge.
"HmHm Hmmm Hm!"
Sasori clenched his fists. It wasn't even a coherent song. Just random notes that the blonde made noise with. Useless sounds.
"Hey, Danna, un!"
He didn't answer at first, pissed at the blonde, even though he had done nothing intentionally.
Deidara rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh. And I'm the brat. You're acting like an eight-year-old, yeah! At least answer me!"
"Shut up, brat."
Blonde hair splayed as its owner shook his head. "No, un. You're being dumb. Anyways, there is a dango shop off to the left, yeah, and I'm hungry so I'm gonna stop to get something to eat."
Several senbon were shot his way, though he easily ducked, letting the sharp, poison-coated needles his the tall oak that was beside him. "Oh, Danna, you're letting yourself go, un. That move was from my second week at the hideout, yeah. You need something new."
Sasori growled, furrowing his eyebrows. "Brat, if you do not shut up this instant, I will shove senbon into parts of you that you that you never knew existed. Be quiet, quit your disrespect, and go get the damn dango. Insult me one more time, however, and I will have you begging for death!"
Deidara was already gone. As soon as the puppeteer had started ranting (most likely after his first threat), the bomber had grown bored and ventured into the shop, his hunger taking priority over the redhead's lecture.
"Damn that brat."
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Deidara walked back out with a dango stick hanging out of his mouth, and a bag containing two more. He dodged two rounds of senbon, and a couple of kunai.
"Switching up on me, are you?" He grinned, his voice partially muffled from the dango stick in his mouth. "Embracing your inner spontaneity?"
"Ha. Kid, I'm amazed you even have the capacity to use that many letters in a word."
"Well, I do, un! Shows how judging and blind you are, yeah!"
"Shut up before you get yourself killed."
"You're all talk, no action, un."
"Now, now. Was I really that when I nearly killed you a few years ago?"
"I was a kid, un."
"You are a kid, un."
"Now you're being the instigator."
"Oh, another big word. You're on your way to being a scholar!" Sasori's voice practically dripped with Sarcasm, his face as even and unreadable as ever.
"Ha! You're the brat! Like I said earlier, you try to be a stiff, but you're a kid at heart, un!"
"You don't know me, stop speaking as if you do."
Deidara laughed loudly. "You really don't see that you're acting like a kid, yeah? Seriously?"
"Deidara-gaki, have you heard of sarcasm?"
"Yeah."
It took all of Sasori's stoicism not to face-palm. "Rhetorical question, brat."
And so it continued on.
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Eventually, the two Akatsuki-nin arrived back at the base. Deidara kicked off his shoes and rolled his pants up before he went in. Sasori had already done so, and had left the blonde outside alone. Deidara looked around, straightening his shoes up slightly, before heading in. He tossed his cloak on the couch, and then headed back to his room to change into some dry, clean, non-muddy clothes.
Sasori had sat down in the living room in one of the chairs. He was reading some sort of manual, presumably about puppetry, and was enjoying the quiet. Only Itachi was in the same room as him, and he was reading as well.
Sasori relaxed mentally. It was so peaceful without the blonde. Why couldn't he have someone like Itachi as a partner? Kisame would love the loud blonde as a partner, couldn't they just trade?
He shook his head. Leader would never allow that. He had some sort of "plan". Sasori didn't know if his sanity (or rather- his version of sanity) would last much longer when he had to put up with the blonde every day.
Deidara came running through, but he didn't stop to bother Sasori, which the puppet master was grateful for. He sprinted around, trying to find Konan or Kisame, or anyone who would talk to him.
He ran through the bedroom hallway, knocking on Konan's door. She didn't answer, so he went on to knock on Kisame and Itachi's shared room's door. Still no answer.
Wait, un. The only people I've seen since I've gotten back were Itachi and Sasori-Danna. …Where is everyone else? Are they having a meeting?
He ran back through the halls, living room, and ran straight to the large cave-like meeting room.
He opened the door quickly, and walked in. All of the Akatsuki, except for Sasori and Itachi, were present there, sitting on their "assigned finger", which was correlated with the finger they kept their ring on. Deidara jumped up and landed on his own. He was grinning, so he knew he had to look like a child, but he couldn't seem to care at all.
"Oi! Assholes! Who the hell is that bitch over there?!"
Deidara growled, glaring in the direction in which the loud, abrupt, and annoying voice came from. His pale blue eyes met fiercely with a pair of bright purple eyes, their owner grinning as stupidly as Deidara had been, his slicked-back silver hair shining in the dim light.
"Shut up, yeah! Don't call me a bitch, you noisy jackass, un!"
The figure's grin only grew. "I freaking like this bitch already!"
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There.
Gawsh, it sucks. I know.
Please review, though, I NEEEEEEED the inspiration. Horribly.
