The rest of the day was a typical Akatsuki day. Missions, arguments, weird conversations. Sasori and Deidara didn't talk, not unless they had to, which suited them both absolutely fine, but as per usual, an argument about their art differences just had to slip in. Sasori had taken to tidying their shared room, or rather his side of the shared room, and seeing a blob of clay, he flung it over to Deidara's side, making Deidara slightly angry.
"Don't just throw my art like that un! You could have broken it!"
"Pff, like that blob is art!" Sasori retorted, not glancing up from cleaning whatever wood carvings had managed to get onto his bed spread.
"It is too un!"
"Deidara, I'm busy. I can't be particularly bothered with childish comments"
"Oh look at you all la-di-da!" Deidara pulled down his lower eye lid and stuck out his tongue at the red head childishly. And that was the final straw for Sasori. Curling his wooden hand into a ball, he swung round, and hit Deidara, resulting in a satisfying cut on the left side of his face. "U-un…" Deidara touched his quickly numbed cheek, looking at the crimson red blood trickling down his finger. He bit his lip to keep himself from crying, but the tears were clearly visible.
"If you can't take a punch Deidara, then you need to grow up, and get better combat skills"
"No fair un, I'm better attacking from a distance…" Deidara mumbled, now prodding his cheek, making sure it was still there, but he was beginning to think it wasn't. "I can't feel my cheek un"
"Do I care? No" Sasori finished picking up random wood carvings and placed them in the black bin by his bed. "Brat, if you got attacked, there would be no way you could fend them off. Think about it. They know what you can do, they probably know you're better fighting from a distance, it would make sense for them to attack you in close combat"
"So un? What, you want me to learn close combat?"
"Possibly"
"You call punching your partner in the face close combat?" Deidara stated.
"Well its better than sticking your tongue out!" Sasori retorted.
"Yeah well I don't want to learn stupid close combat!" Deidara attempted to kick his red headed partner, but Sasori stopped him easily.
"What was that – Brat?" Deidara was getting angry, and it was clearly visable. His breathing had become faster, and his heart was racing; He scrunched up his hand.
"I hate this! None of you friggin' care! Just because I know stuff 'bout the Akatsuki! That's the only reason you're even attempting to keep me safe un! And I'll tell you this Sa-so-ri un!" Sounding out his partners name with each syllable perfectly came as a shock to Sasori. He had come to learn that Deidara had only recently started doing that, when he was pretty mad; which was defiantly the situation here. "You can do what you like to keep me safe un, but they're gonna' get me eventually un"
"Don't be so friggin' negative brat! It'll take them a while to plan whatever it is they're planning, and then find the base- We have plenty of time"
"No-We-Don't! I'm not like your "art" Danna un, I'm not always going to be here - forever - like you! One minute I'll be there un, and the next I'll be gone, and you'll forget me gladly, and move on! You'd get high on the thought of me gone wouldn't you danna un?"
"Brat, I-"
"Lets face it Sasori no Danna. We're completely opposite, and we can't go a day without arguing. We have our differences, but we always seem to kill each other on our views of art! You want me gone and dead-"
"That's not true!"
"It is fucking true!!" Deidara yelled and grabbed a lighter, which was handily sat on his desk waiting patiently for its next use. Deidara quickly figured, gathering by how much dust was on it, that it hadn't been used in a while. He prayed it still worked.
"No, Deidara – listen-"
"No un, I don't want to hear your voice any more un" With that, he lunged at Sasori, pinning him to the floor. Grabbing both his partners wrists with one hand, Deidara lit the lighter with the other, and put it on Sasori's wooden fingers, one by one.
"Deidara what the hell do you think you are doing?!" Sasori's eyes were slightly bigger than usual, seeing as he had now discovered that his partner was more insane than he thought. "Deidara…I'm warning you"
"Does it hurt 'sori un?" Deidara's smile was gentle, but evil – almost maniacal. The joints holding Sasori's fingers together were beginning to melt, so Sasori couldn't move his fingers away from the flame.
"Deidara, this is pointless! I can't feel! Get off me – now!" Sasori growled. Deidara's smile widened, as he bounced off Sasori playfully, and stood up moving backwards slightly, the lighter still lit in his hand. "Thank you" Deidara laughed at this.
"Danna un, you didn't stop me. You could have gladly pushed me off you… but you didn't, and now the tips of your fingers are black" Deidara chuckled at this.
"I wanted to see how far you went"
"I would have burned you danna, all the way to ashes. But I had a better thought…" Deidara flicked the lid of the lighter down with his right hand, and walked towards the small red head.
"You hate me yeah un?"
"No… You're just-"
"Annoying? Brat like? Selfish? Childish?"
"Sometimes"
"See, we differ again. Danna…" Deidara trailed his left hand down Sasori's cheek bone and over his shoulder blade, grabbing the collar of his cloak. "Un…" Deidara bit his lip, and grinned again, tugging on the collar, causing Sasori to fall forwards in surprise. "You hate me un…"Deidara leaned forward and closed the space between his and the red heads lips. i 'He tastes like cardboard un…'/i Deidara thought, grinning in his head. iHe might taste like cardboard – but I don't mind/i. Deidara pushed onto Sasori's lips harder, wanting as much as he could before his Danna killed him. Sasori on the other hand, was momentarily stunned, so for a few seconds he didn't move, which suited Deidara just fine. Sasori's hand suddenly gripped Deidara's upper arm, squeezing it roughly, then pulling away. "But I-I love you un…" Deidara smiled. Sasori loved that smile, together with his baby blue eyes, and sunkissed hair, Deidara was an angel! An eternal angel, ihis/i eternal angel, but ihis/i eternal angel would have never done that, he wouldn't have rushed it – or forced it for that matter. He would have gotten all bashful and nervous. This wasn't his angel.
"Brat…Who the hell are you?!" Sasori shoved the blonde onto the floor roughly and grabbed the door knob, before turning round to the apathetic looking blonde. "The brat I know would have ibnever/b/i done that!" And with that said, he strode out, letting the door slam loudly behind him. Deidara shuffled slightly on the floor, reaching for the lighter, which he had let go of when Sasori pushed him down.
"Then obviously you don't know me un" Deidara nodded to himself, having made up his mind about what to do next. Sticking the lighter safely in his pocket, he crawled under his bed, making a breast-stroke like motion, feeling for anything that looked remotely like paper. Once finding something suitable, he pulled it out, slammed it onto his desk. i'How to explain un…hmmmm'/i
"Ah!" Deidara smiled, took the pen out of his mouth and began writing. Once finishing the letter, a few minutes of thought, and re-reading the finished letter, he stuck it in the pocket of his cloak, and watched the dark night clouds circulating the lair from the window.
"I'm gonna' do it un. Serves him right…" Deidara fumbled in his pocket for the lighter, bringing it out, and flicking it open, watching the dancing flame with sheer curiosity. His and Sasori's bedroom was the furthest away from the stairs, so if anything iunexpected/i might happen, no'one would know until it was too late. Changing his mind at the last minute, Deidara threw the lighter on the bed, and re-planned his plan. After a few more minutes of pacing the room, he dug out three fistfuls of clay, and began moulding. Eventually, each was made into some sort of bug, and filled with chakra, they went in search of their destination. Hiruko.
Sasori was in the living room, pacing back and forth infront of the TV.
"Damn it Pinocchio, keep doing that and you're a dead puppet!" Zetsu threatened.
"Cant – Wont stop… Did I tell you what he did to me! That friggin' brat!"
"He kissed you! For the love of Jashin stop fucking complaining and sit your motherfucking ass down!" Hidan yelled. Sasori sent a death glare at Hidan, before sitting down on the couch, still unable to keep still. His fingers trailed over his lips where Deidara's had been. Sasori's heart was doing that thing again, it was like a race, his head was pumping and his heart was racing. Sasori's head found it's way into his hands again. Why the hell did the brat have to make him feel like this! He was a puppet, he wasn't supposed to have feelings! Especially for a brat like him! He just wanted to go back to the way things were! i But you've opened up more to Dei-chan than anyone in you're life – Except granny Chiyo that is/i And who the hell are you, my conscience! God! I might as well be Pinocchio! And where the hell did "iDei chan/i come from! iYou! Ahaha! You love hiiimm!!/i Correction, I hate him, okay I may care for him, but I don't love him. i Denial! You have one major case of Denial!!/i Sasori groaned and closed his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he had liked the feel of Deidara's lips on his own, maybe he really did love the brat…just maybe.