Double chapter update. :D OH LOLZ.
(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS FILLED WITH MORE OOC-NESS THAN USUAL AND FLUFF.)
Darn those sneaky little fluff bunnies. D:
Sasori groaned, his eyes fluttering open. The blue comforter around him created a warm sanctuary and he snuggled deeper into the bed. He lay there for a few moments before throwing the covers off of him and sitting up hurriedly. His deep brown eyes looked over to the clock on the wall of the inn. It read 9:25 P.M and Sasori looked over the room. Deidara's bed wasn't made, yet the blonde wasn't in it. Sasori looked back at his own bed and found it empty. He looked around again, this time getting off the bed and searching in the other room. Nothing. But all the bags and supplies they brought were still there. Sasori shook his head, deciding to take a shower first.
Deidara stretched, his hair curling around him as the wind blew harder. He had quietly crept out of bed while his partner was asleep. The reason? The inn was quite high, and from the rooftop, Deidra could spot the club alley where they had murdered Kentaro. Anbu were around the scene, and Deidara watched them scatter like ants.
Deidara found the Anbu of every village amusing. They hid behind their masks, and the same went for their title. But in reality, they could be easily tricked by, say, a couple of mastermind artists. The blue eyed Akatuski member snickered and left the roof top to go down the stairs and back to his room.
When he opened the door, he watched as clothes were thrown across the room. He found it odd and looked to see Sasori kneeling near a pile of clothes. Every few seconds or so, the red head would throw a pair of shorts or pants and some shirts maybe, across the room.
"What's with this, hmm?" Deidara asked, leaning against the door frame and catching a shirt Sasori had thrown behind his back. The blonde laughed as he realized the shirt was the same he had worn yesterday on the mission.
"I'm getting rid of every article of clothing we've brought along for our missions so far."
Deidara realized the red head's hair was slightly wet, and it clung to the side of his face almost desperately. "Will Kakuzu give us money for a new set of mission clothes, hmm?" Deidara asked.
Sasori shrugged, explaining that they were to leave the inn early to pick up a message for Pein. Deidara was suddenly reminded that he should take a shower and left to the bathroom without a word.
Sasori stayed kneeling at the pile of clothes, and only when he was left with their Akatsuki cloaks was the puppeteer satisfied. Everything else was put in a bag that both Akatsuki partners would later dispose of. Sasori sat on the floor in a small corner, his knees up to his chest, and let his head fall back against the wall. He listened to the water run from Deidara's bath and he closed his eyes.
At first he tried to relax, but certain images of a blonde teen in the shower invaded his child-like mind. His eyes snapped open and he stood up, trying to forget the perverted images. Sasori looked out the room's window from where he was standing. It was funny how the sunshine only brought to mind Deidara's silky, yellow hair. And speak of the devil, since Deidara came into the room, now fully dressed in his navy tank top and pants.
"Something wrong, hmm?"
Sasori tore his eyes away from the window, only to see Deidara a couple of centimeters away from him. "N-No. Pack your things. We're leaving in half an hour, brat."
Sasori avoided bumping noses with Deidara, but soon realized he was still against the corner of the room. Deidara had trapped him! Sasori sighed, now being forced to face the blonde. "Something is wrong, hmm." Deidara announced, as though he had discovered an important clue to a mystery. Sasori scratched back of his head gently and put his hand in the pocket of his pants. "Deidara… There's nothing wrong. Now go get ready. We have a message to pick up for Pein in a nearby town, remember?"
Deidara watched Sasori, and nodded. Sasori looked away, his head slightly tilted to one side.
"But Danna-"
"Brat, what?!"
Deidara looked over the red head and shook his head. "There's something bothering you."
Sasori suddenly felt like a bug under a microscope. It was complicated to tell Deidara just what he was feeling. He could've gone and told the blonde, "Every single thing in this fucking world seems to only serve the purpose of reminding me of you." But Sasori's mind went blank.
"We'll talk later." He said simply.
Deidara looked disappointed at the red head. "It'd be easier if we talked now, hmm."
Sasori looked away, light colored eyes showing no emotion.
"You do realize I'm the same age as Kentaro, right?" Sasori asked, eyes inquisitively looking into Deidara's own.
"And, hm?"
Sasori looked up at Deidara after the words left the blonde's mouth. "Do you?" The red head questioned. Deidara was taken aback by his partner's attitude. Was the red head…. nervous?
Deidara smirked. "If I can still love you in Hiruko, I think I can love you any other way." Sasori looked away from the blonde as Deidara went to pack his things. The puppet master still stood against the corner, almost awkwardly. The silence gave Sasori some time to think.
Deidara was old enough to make choices. If the blonde truly loved Sasori he wouldn't mind the age difference. Sasori left it at that and refocused on the task at hand. When Deidara had packed his things, Sasori had gone to the door and looked back at the room. Nothing suspicious was left behind.
The ninja known as Sasori and Deidara would disappear from the village just as quickly as they came.
\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o
It was late, and they were both tired. One from mental exhaustion, the other from physical exhaustion.
And they were near Sunagakure.
Sasori kept Hiruko walking in Deidara's shadow, and the blonde mused that Sasori was using him as a shield against the puppeteer's birthplace. However, near them was a promise of a sandstorm. And Sasori wasn't all too happy about stopping near Suna, so Deidara had to keep walking until they reached their real destination. But the sunset added to their hurry and there wasn't anywhere they could stop and stay hidden. The only thing that surrounded them was sand.
"Sasori-no-Danna?" Deidara called over the wind.
"What is it brat?" Sasori asked. Deidara shielded his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Can't we stop somewhere for a little, hmm? Please?"
Sasori thought about how tired Deidara must have been by now. It wasn't a smart idea to travel with a useless partner. But Hiruko could fit one more person, right?
Sasori thought against it. Hiruko was his only sanctuary, his shield. Sasori loved Deidaradearly, but the red head had his limits to personal things.
"Relax brat. Just another mile and we'll be at the town we need to pick up the message. While we're there, we'll find an inn."
Deidara scowled and cried angrily, "But Sunagakure is right there, hmm! Why can't we just stop by, hm? No one will noti-" Deidara was faced with the tip of Hiruko's metallic tail. Poison dripped from the tip, but Deidara made no move.
"I'm right here. Go ahead, hm."
The tail slashed through the side of Deidara's Akatsuki cloak. It barely missed his neck. Just barely. Deidara through off the cloak, not knowing what poison Sasori had. By the time Deidara looked up, Sasori was a few feet ahead of him.
"Kami, that guy needs to control his damn mood swings." The boy muttered, draping his Akatsuki cloak over his shoulder. It flowed madly in the wind now, and each step Deidra took was getting more and more tiresome. When Deidara was at his last drop of patience, he yelled out, "It's been two miles! Where the hell is this town, hmm?!"
Sasori paid no attention to Deidara and simply kept walking. Deidara was growing impatient of Sasori. No matter how cute and cuddly the puppet master was outside of Hiruko, it almost never made up for the times when Sasori was being the annoying, controlling bastard he was right now.
"Saso-" Deidara paused, starting to see a large shadow appear before them. Was it the village….? Deidara hurried to his partner's side and awed at the shadow. It was quite tall, but not as tall as the statue used to seal the biju. That was the tallest thing the blonde had ever seen.
"I'll do the talking, understand?"
Deidara nodded kept his Akatsuki cloak around him and decided he would keep it there unless told otherwise. The town had a pair of yellow gates with an unreadable kanji in front of it. Deidara kept up with Sasori and once they were near the door, the gates opened. "Why are they so lenient with outsiders, hm? We have Akatsuki cloaks…" Deidara asked. Hiruko gave a slow laugh.
"It's because this is only a place for rogue ninja."
Deidara looked around quickly. It seemed normal enough. People in middle class clothing just walking or talking. It wasn't exactly crowded, but there were some people.
"Pick a direction, brat."
"Left." Deidara answered, not caring where they were going. He was curious to see what sort of rogue ninja were here. Were there more Akatsuki? Deidara followed Sasori into an inn, where they were given a room.
Not two rooms. A room.
But Deidara wasn't complaining. It just meant another reason for Sasori to get out of that ugly dome. The second they entered their new room, Deidara shut the door and lay down on the bed. It was past midnight and the blonde was too tired to notice when Sasori had stepped out of Hiruko. "Are you really that tired?" Sasori asked, leaving his puppet on one side of the room.
Deidara groaned and threw off his Akatsuki cloak. He hadn't eaten anything in the whole day, but sleep was the blonde ninja's priority. Sasori watched Deidara and shook his head. "A year of this and you're still not used to it..?"
"Shut up, hm. You're in a puppet. You can walk ten hours straight, hm. I can't, hmm." was the blonde's muffled reply. Sasori sat on the floor near the window and from the bag on his shoulder, he removed two scrolls. Deidara heard the noise and cracked open an eye. Because Sasori was sitting, the only thing Deidara could see was the top half of the puppet master's head.
"Your hair looks pink now, hmm." Deidara said sleepily.
"It's a natural phenomenon Deidara. Let's leave it at that."
Deidara smirked and stood up from the bed. He crept near the puppeteer, until he could reach out and throw his arms around the red head's neck. This time Sasori responded with a little whimper of annoyance. Deidara smiled into the red locks and held his partner tighter.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Sasori asked. Deidara shook his head and kneeled down next to the puppeteer. "Watching you is more fun Danna, hmm."
Sasori stayed emotionless as he opened the scrolls. Out came a puppet roughly the same size as his hand. Deidara went to poke the wooden thing when it abruptly stood and slapped Deidara's hand away from it.
"Looks lethal." Deidara said sarcastically.
"It's not made from human flesh. It's just a new design I wanted to try…" Sasori trailed off, examining the little puppet and his index finger twitched. The puppet took one step forward and fell flat on its face.
"New design, hmm? Why don't you stick to your old one." Deidara said, patting Sasori's shoulder. Sasori heard the blonde walk to the bed and lift the covers to go to sleep.
Sasori left only the desk light on, and listened to Deidara's steady breathing. When Sasori was sure the brat was asleep, he put away the puppet and climbed into his own bed. Not that he was tired, but he figured he could use some time to meditate or think. But the sound of the wind outside was all that filled Sasori's head. They had made it to an inn on time. The sandstorm was approaching quickly.
Sasori stayed awake, listening to the sounds of the sandstorm. When he was younger, he'd curl up in bed with the puppets he had made of his parents on nights like these.
But that was so long ago.
And ninjas didn't cuddle.
But Sasori's mind was flooded with childhood memories and he cursed himself. Only because he had fallen into the blonde's trap. Sasori put away the small puppet carelessly and crept into bed, slipping under the covers with his blonde partner. Deidara made no move, and smirked as he felt Sasori's body lean into him. Deidara waited before letting his arms encircle his partner.
"So, you got lonely, hmm?"
"Shut up brat. I'm this close to driving the coil in my stomach through your chest."
It was a bluff of course because the body Sasori had didn't contian any weapons. Deidara knew this of course and ignored the threat completely. The blonde smiled and pecked Sasori's lips in a soft kiss.
"I love you too Danna..."
Don'tcha just love those endings that make you smile like an idiot from complete fangirl joy?
In other news, Review please!