Yeahso. Thank-you, you two reviewer people! And to answer your question, x-EliteAssassin-x, the i/i thing... Heh, forum code without the brackets. I type them in and wind up saving them... I'm too lazy to go picking through to delete them. nn' Scene break... Hee I want to edit this as little as I possibly can (in other words, not at all) so... Yeah. The summary thing though, I agree. ButIcan'tthinkofone. Though I'll... Try. NOW, without further rambling...
Once Tobi was pretty sure that Hidan's head wasn't going to fall off again, he backed away and grinned. Looked like that was all the immortal wanted him to. Now he could go tell his dear sweet Zetsu what a good boy he had been. The Uchiha scraped his fingers through the gap of the door and opened it. He didn't want to use the head to open it. That was just…well…sick. 'If you fall again, just shout for me, Hidan-sempai!' he announced before making his merry way downstairs and to finish watching his cartoons. If someone else hadn't claimed the remote for themselves that is.
There. Done. Now all that was left to do was let the paint dry. Which meant no one was allowed in and no one was allowed out. Unless they wanted their hand to be gold. Deidara locked the door and then went to get the hairdryer. Hell, it was better to use that than just let the paint dry at its normal pace. It seemed like the paint had already begun to dry anyway. Probably acrylic. The blond then returned with the device and started to dry the new artistic doorknob. Once he was sure it had dried, he went to return the hairdryer to its home. Oh? Sasori was sorting through his shopping. Cautiously, the sculptor wandered over to his partner's bed, his arms behind his back. It now seemed he was able to move his damaged arm a little without feeling any pain shoot through it. Good news. He stopped when he was practically looming over the him, trying to see what was in the bag. 'What did you buy, Danna?' he asked. Well, if he were going to have no chance of being with the puppet, it wouldn't hurt to carry on being friendly, right?
The Jashinist was highly glad Tobi didn't use his head to open up the door. He didn't really want the idiot touching him any more than necessary - he already felt dirty enough. Hidan grunted at the little announcement, left eye stiff twitching. Perhaps something was going down with part of his brain... Ah, well. He'd get it fixed, later.
Though if by chance he did fall back off of the doorknob, there was no way in the deepest pits of hell was he shouting for that twit. He'd find his own way back up there using the all might powers of Jashin! ... Yeah, his brain was definately turning to goo. Whose idea was it to put his head on the damn doorknob again, anyway? Oh, right - his. But if there was any lasting damage, he was iso/i going to blame it on Tobi, anyway. Now. To act like a doorknob.
Downstairs, in the livingroom, Kakuzu had finally given up on looking for his pocketbook. He just... Couldn't find it. It wasn't like it was too important, anyway - he had backup copies - but losing one istill/i lost him the money that it had cost to buy it. So instead, he had turned to see just what the hell was on the television that sounded so happy and cheerful and - and the tune... It was now successfully stuck in his head.
Fucking cartoons. Who, in a bunch of S-Class criminals, watched icartoons/i, anyway? ... Oh, right. About three people. He sighed. As long as that didn't become common knowledge... Who'd be able to take them seriously, then?
The puppeteer looked up breifly when he heard the hairdryer turn on before returning his attention to what he was doing. The sheets of metal lay off to his left, and he was starting to pile the unusually light wood to his right. He kept the new bedsheets in the bag for the moment, to block the plushie from view. Which was a good thing.
Sasori listened as the hairdryer was turned off moments later before being returned to it's usual spot. He continued to listen as Deidara made his way over, getting - in the puppet's opinion - obnoxiously close. He was pretty much determined inot/i to let the sculptor see the plush toy, after all. Before he answered, he immediately pushed the mouth of the bag down, so that the opening was thusly closed. "Nothing of interest to you, I'm sure," he answered slowly, clearly. As if speaking to an idiot, almost. "Just materials." ... Well, at least it was the truth. Or part of it, anyway.
The blond artist remained looming over the puppeteer for a few seconds before tilting his to one side. 'I am interested. That's why I'm asking, un,' he insisted. He began to feel a little suspicious of his partner. The way he had closed the bag down was a little bizarre. Leading Deidara to presume there was something in the shopping bag that he wasn't meant to see. And what was the first thing that came to mind? The blue eyes widened in surprise and well…excitement. Was there a porno magazine lurking in there? He was about to ask that question and if he could have a look too, but decided against it. Sneaking a look in the bag later on when Sasori had momentarily gone out of the room would be a much better option. The sculptor backed away a little, his gaze still boring into the bag, hoping that if he tried hard enough he would be able to see through it. He then glanced at his partner impatiently. 'Show meeeeeee, un,' he whined, swaying a little in a childlike manner.
Too sickened to go over and change the channel, Kakuzu left the livingroom to head up to his room. Well, his and Hidan's... But, the Jashinist was currently out of commission. So it was his.
It didn't take him long to reach ihis/i room. Well, sure, he had to take a detour to avoid that one idiot... But hey, he got there quick enough. He opened the door and entered, about to bug off and go to sleep, but before that---
"KAKUZU, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BODY?!"
"HOLY FUCK! WHAT THE HELL?! HIDAN, YOU PRI-"
He spun around, stopped short of his sentence when he saw what he saw. "-ck... Do I iwant/i to know why your head is impaled on the doorknob? iOr/i how you managed to get out of the basement, in the first place?"
The immortal was too busy cackling at his partner's reaction to answer; but if he had the ability to, he would have shook his head.
"Hn." The puppeteer moved to half-heartedly glare at the annoying blond, firmly keeping the bag shut and the contents within a secret. Great, great, igreat/i. He'd probably have to hide the bag somewhere, now, or least one item out of it's contents... Which would mean he'd either have to drag the damn thing around with him for a while, or find a reason for Deidara to leave the room for a moment.
Sasori's eyes narrowed when he caught the surprised and excited look in his partner's visible eye. He really had a feeling that if he knew what the blond was thinking, he'd wind up hitting said blond over the head with a nice, thick wooden board. Thank Kami for not being able to read minds. He watched the clay artist for a moment more before shaking his head and looking away.
"No, Deidara. What's in this bag is none of your concern." Almost unconciously, he dragged the mentioned bag a little closer to himself. "Stop being nosey. You're liable to get it cut off," the red-head threatened. Though it probably would have been more of a threat if he had a knife or a pair of scissors with him at the moment.
In annoyance, the blond puffed out his cheeks. That wasn't fair! He could at least hint instead of just insisting it didn't concern him. His eyes narrowed when the puppet pulled the bag closer. Whatever was in there, his partner was being too damn protective over it. All Deidara wanted was to look. Surely there was no harm in that. As a last resort, he was about to snatch the bag away from the red head's grasp, but was stopped by the shouts of the two immortals from their room, which caused him to jump slightly. As the volume was quickly reduced, the Iwa nin removed his eyes from the wall. 'Sometimes I think they argue more than us, un' he muttered, sniggering a little. If that was even possible. Bizarrely enough, the pair hadn't actually argued that day. The closest thing they had got to a scream fest had only just occurred. The blond then blinked and flung his hand to his nose with a quite horrified squeak. 'Noooo,' came his muffled voice from under his hand. 'I need that, un.' It wouldn't hurt to just try asking again before giving up and going to bury in head into one of his pillows. 'Please, un.'
Kakuzu, none too gently, pulled Hidan's head off of the doorknob. And purposely dropped him. "Oops."
"OW! Goddamnit! Kakuzu, you ass!" The immortal, unfourtunately, landed on his face. He would have glared at the offending stitched man if he could have. Damnit, he wanted his body!
It was the banker's turn to cackle - or, snicker - and snicker he did, before stopping down and picking up his partner's head by the hair, walking over to the Jashinist's bed, and just throwing it on there before turning to go to his own. Ah, but that was not to be. At least not peacefully.
"KAKUZU! WHERE. IS. MY. FUCKING. BODY?!"
Kakuzu sighed, rubbing his temples. "I gave it to Zetsu. He wanted to borrow it for a while."
:... Hidan twitched. Angrily. "WHAT THE FUCK?! And you let him take it?!"
And then the volume was back. Sasori wasn't aware that arguing duo in the next room over had saved his poor bag from an attempted snatching, and he probably wouldn't care if he was. They were even more loud than he and Deidara during their own little arguments... The red-head frowned, nodding slightly in agreement to the blond. "They probably do. They iare/i stuck with each other for a long, long time." That alone would probably cause a few fights amongst the two immortals.
Then again, he was immortal, too. And stuck with the blond. But then, the blond had a limited life span; he wasn't immortal. Which consisted of part of the 'feeling' problem. When it came to said blond, at any rate.
Tch - ah, well. He returned his eyes to his partner, still frowning - though now it was in disapproval. "If you need it, stop persisting that I show you what's in the bag." He paused, imentally/i smirking at his own next words. "Or when our time is up, I'll get that ring-girl to take you, first." Well, if the nose threat didn't work, he may as well try a different one, right? And why not play around with one that was based on a horror from only a night ago?
That was true. The pair of immortals would end up living in each others pockets for maybe a few more hundred years. How frustrating. Being forced to go on missions and sharer the same room with someone they despised. Even though there were good points of living forever, there were many more bad points. Oooh! Finally! Sasori was going to reveal the somewhat intriguing thing that was in the bag. The blond would've added an "I do need it,2 just to get his point across…even though he didn't really. He was just overly interested and nosey. His excited expression changed dramatically when his partner made a threaten concerning the ring girl. Now, that was mean. The red head knew how much the film had disturbed Deidara. He let out a wail of worry and quickly went over to his bed and collapsed onto it, his face submerged in the pillow. As far as he was concerned, if carrying on whining about the contents of the bag earned him to be killed by the little girl emerging from the television first he'd just give up. Such will power.
Kakuzu shrugged, turning and walking over to his dresser-drawer and momentarily ignoring his partner's aggrivated cursing and shouting. After rummaging around in one of the drawers, he plucked out a pair of thankfully washed socks and made his way back over to the doorknob wannabe, Hidan.
Who immediately stopped his cursing and shouting in order to close his mouth as tightly as he could.
The sock-weilding immortal snickered. "Now be a good moron and istay/i quiet." The words earned him a glare and a growl, but there was no way the doorknob wannabe was opening his mouth with ithose/i things anywhere near him.
The puppeteer smirked as the blond worriedly wailed and left his obnoxiously close post to hurry over to his bed. He reached into the bag, taking out the bedsheets and leaving the plsuh before looking up and over at Deidara. Heh... Scaring him could be so much fun. "Soon our time is going to decrease to five days. Then four," he paused, sighing in a mockingly depressed fashion. "Then three. Soon enough, we're going to be on our last day. I wonder who she'll go after, first?"
Eugh, he'd have to go down and get the puppet back upstairs in order to fix it up for it's final performance... Which could be accomplished easily with a scroll. He just needed to avoid being seen working on it... Oh! Yes. He'd also have to work on making a rather convincing copy of himself in order to stage his own demise. It would be easier to control the puppet without being seen... Heh, it was going to be such a ifun/i week. Well... Okay. Not so much fun as it was going to be annoying.
And it was going to be even more irritating, still! Zetsu had finished his business with Leader-sama, figuring it would be a good time to visit the artistic pair. Both his halves were scheming away, though they had settled on one, certain little thing; Tobi was going to see some fairies.
Specifically... Two. One blond, one red-headed. And in order to be pretty tooth fairies? ... Female! Which wouldn't be much of a problem... He already had two obvious solutions to that.
The cannibal hurried through the hallways away from the Leaders room along to his destination, which, truthfully, didn't take him all that long to get to. Once he reached his target, he of course stopped at the door and proceeded to knock politely. Two, light raps on the door.
Another muffled wail came from Deidara's mouth. If only he were deaf. If only he could block his ears from picking up anything he didn't want to hear. If. Meaning he had to listen to what his partner was saying. In a mad attempt to get him to shut up he flung a pillow projectile at the human puppet, unable to aim because his vision being blocked by the pillow. 'Be quiet, un,' he whined. Due to his face being, in essence, squished into the pillow, the last phrase came out of "Ee iet, uh." Which was probably highly understandably to the red head. As another endeavour to block out his hearing, he covered his ears with his only remaining pillow, but to no prevail. Then came the knock on the door. Being too busy preventing his ears from working, the sculptor made no move to get up a go answer it, so as a sign for his dear sweet danna to go see to whoever was waiting behind the door he simply waved his arm at it. Oops. Wrong arm. Thus making the sculptor to practically scream into the pillow. Okay…maybe his Uchihasmashed limb still wasn't useable.
However, as soon as the socks were out of Kakuzu's hands whilst said immortal got ready for a nice little nap... Ah, yes.
Hidan again went on a bit of a verbal rampage. "Kakuzu, you PRICK! WHY DID YOU LET ZETSU BORROW MY FUCKING BODY?! DAMNIT! I probably don't even HAVE a body anymore!"
The stitched man sighed irritably, pondering whether or not he should throw the Jashinist's head back down into the basement where it had been before... It had been so peaceful. "He's just making sure it doesn't rot and start to stink like fuck or something. I'll get it later. Now... iShut up/i, or I'll shove the socks I'm currently iwearing/i into your fucking mouth."
... That definately got the silver-haired man to go silent.
Sasori snickered quietly at the muffled little wail, an eerie grin making it's way onto his face. Yep, torturing Deidara was so---
Poomph! Face full'a pillow. He hadn't seen ithat/i coming. The red-head blinked owlishly when the pillow fell from being in his face, into his lap, and the muffled, mangled words reached his ears. His grin turned even creepier, if that were possible. Time to scare the clay artist shitless, take ---
His creepy grin turned upside down when someone knocked on the door. He half-heartedly glared at his partner when said blond motioned for ihim/i to go answer it - though the glare turned amused as the scream-like muffled noise danced through the air. Served him right.
But, anyway - the door. With a rather irritated sigh, the puppet - carrying the bag protectively along with him - got up from his bed and made his way over, opening it. And coming face-to-face with... Zetsu. Crap.
Said cannibal plant man simply stared at him for a moment before a somewhat disturbing look washed over him. This wasn't gunna be good.
"You and Deidara..." His light half started, although his dark half quickly took over. "bWe need to talk to both of you... About that fairy thing.../b" Again, his lighter half cut in. "Tobi wants to see fairies... Pretty-" the plantman paused and glanced over in the general direction of the two immortal's rooms when he heard his name, before continuing, looking back to the one who had answered the door. "- fairies..."
Oh, fuck.
Both halves continued simultaniously, for once. "biWe want you two to dress up... And we /iwon'ti take no for an answer./b/i"
If it wouldn't be a totally useless gesture, the puppeteer would have slammed the door in the cannibal's face right then and there. Instead, he simply stared. Surely he wasn't serious...
Hn. So his little gesture seemed to work and make Sasori go answer the door. Once the door was open, Deidara turned his head a little to see who was there. And namely, what the hell they wanted. Upon seeing the cannibalistic plantman, his reaction seemed to mimic that of his partner's. So…to pretend he was asleep or something, he resubmerged his face into the pillow again. He was now taking back all his previous thoughts about wishing to be deaf and scolding himself for daring to even think about such irrational things. Well…maybe his idea of being able to stop his hearing every now and again wasn't something to be shunned. Maybe Zetsu was just there coz he was looking for Tobi. Even though…finding the masked man wouldn't be particularly hard now, would it? Ah crap. So the schizo had somehow found out. Though the blond guessed that Tobi had told him. Stupid Tobi… Though he carried on listening to Zetsu's little "request." Oh…the fairy thing? Why the fuck hadn't the flytrap dude told the Uchiha that fairies didn't exist? It would've been so much easier…for the two artists that is. Pretty fairies? Why not go get Itachi. He wouldn't resign. That kid was in love with himself and knew he was pretty. But Deidara couldn't help but feel a little…hopeful. Hopeful that his partner would agree. Because he thought the puppet was pretty. And…secretly wanted to see him in a fairy outfit. If this order wasn't going to be for Tobi, he probably would've agreed straight away. It was just the fact that it was for him that made the blond's skin crawl.
Sasori peered over his shoulder, back at his supposedly sleeping partner, Deidara. Ugh... It didn't look like he was going to get any help from ihim/i... He was going to have to face Zetsu and his... Odd... Little 'request' alone until 'game time' came. Great. Just great. Maybe he could fake his death iearlier/i than planned. Though that would throw off the whole seven days thing...
Goddamnit. He looked back to the canniballistic plantman infront of him, eyes narrowing at said plant's rather expectant look. Hmph. If he idid/i say no, the flytrap would probably threaten to eat the blond and stick him with Tobi. That would suck even more... At least dressing up was temporary. As long as Tobi didn't itry/i anything... That would be just creepy. Even for the puppet. "... Fine."
Zetsu's lighter half grinned slightly - though his dark half remained neutral, so it looked like a smirk, instead. "Perfect... We'll be back with the costumes tonight..." Tobi wouldn't have to wait after all. His plan was, so far, going perfectly well. He nodded just slightly before turning and going back down the hall; he had nothing more to do until that night. Might as well go check up on the garden.
The puppeteer shut the door none-too-gently after the walking-talking plant had left, spinning around and stalking back over to his bed, more-or-less... Pissed off. Well, that had backfired so damn well. They were going to have to wear dresses and dress like women...
... He was going to get to see Deidara in a dress.
The red-head fought the smirk that was threatening to form at that thought, collapsing back on his bed and looking over at the blond. Okay, so maybe it wouldn't be itoo/i bad. As long as they didn't have to put on make-up, high-heels and friggin' wings or 'perform' for the masked idiot in any way. "I hope you heard all that,"he muttered, dropping the bag beside him to grab the pillow the other artist had thrown at him before the plant came by and thus throwing the pillow projectile right back at him.
Stupid Sasori. He shouldn't've agreed. Deidara would much rather have had both his arms ripped off on different occasions and feed them both to Zetsu than dress up as a fairy. Wow. Looked like he would be very excited about a certain mission that the two artists would have to accomplish very soon. A certain mission when one of those arms would be ripped off. Luckily, he had mouths on both palms. The blond sat up and grumbled under his breath. 'Un,' he muttered. He'd never dressed up as a woman before. That, or he just couldn't remember doing so. But people tend to do pretty crazy and embarrassing things during childhood, so who knows? What was the plantman planning on giving them to wear? Skirts coming up to the thigh and low cut tops was a big no-no in little Deidei's mine. Wait…where the hell was he planning on getting the clothes from? Surely, it's not every day when a dude that looks like he's being eaten by a venus flytrap goes into a shop to buy two fairy outfits. Being too caught up in his thoughts of what exactly Zetsu was going to make him wear, he hadn't been ready for his projectile pillow to backfire. The blue eyes narrowed on his partner. But in a jokey fashion more than an "I'm gunna fucking kill you" fashion. Hmm…If this was going to work, he'd have to make the human puppet look a little bit more…presentable. With that, the sculptor reached into his hair and pulled out the red ribbon that tied up his ponytail and shook his head as the blond hair fell down. He then got up off his bed and made his way over to the other's bed. This was going to be fun. Roughly, the blond took a clump of red hair and attempted to tie some of it up with the ribbon. Thank God the puppet had no physical feelings. If Sasori had been doing this to Deidara, screams of pain would probably have been heard throughout the whole building. 'Now I gotta give you some make-up, un!' he giggled.
Score! The puppeteer smirked at the expression the return pillow projectile had earned him before looking elsewhere, away from his partner. Namely, over to the closet he kept Hiruko and various other crap in. Perhaps he could throw together quick puppet and use chakra to make it look like him? That way, it technically wouldn't be him that would have to wear the dress... Though it would also require a lot of sneakiness on his part. Or just somehow coming up with a way to get Deidara out of the room for a moment...
Speaking of said blond. Sasori noticed him approaching much too late; out of the corner of his eyes he saw the other artist, hair idown/i - which made him look infinitely more feminine than when it was down - then BAM. The idiot was doing isomething/i with his hair and that cursed ribbon used to keep that gravity-defying ponytail up, and though the puppet couldn't feel it, exactly, he could very well tell it was none too gently. Which just meant the sculptor was pretty damn ilucky/i he couldn't feel it.
"Deidara. iStop it/i." The red-head growled, eyes narrowed to slits - he looked even more angry than he did when Zetsu had left after spouting his asinine, stupid little dress-up-for-Tobi thing. But who was this rage directed at, this time? Yeah, that was corr--- wait. What? Make-up!? Oh, ihell/i no! A hand darted up to grab for one of the blond's wrists. He didn't icare/i which one. As long as it made the idiot stop what he was doing...
Dressing like a girl, he could tolerate. Deidara messing with his hair... He could barely tolerate. Mentioning make-up and implying on using it on him? ... Cosmetics were one domain he refused to set foot into. Even jokingly.
Okay. So maybe losing both arms was a little bit more annoying than performing as fairies for Tobi. He winced slightly and pulled back and out of the puppeteer's grip to examine his wrist, which was now decorated with red marks. Ah, good. At least he wasn't going to suffer from two useless arms. His "good" arm seemed to have taken little damage. His attention then returned to his now ponytailed partner. 'I was joking, un,' he insisted. Jeez. He really took the blithe-hearted things that the blond said too seriously. Then he grinned. 'It suits you like that, un,' he giggled. Hm…maybe that wasn't the wisest thing to say. It might eventually end up with him being hospitalised. But Deidara was in quite an annoying mood now. Even though most of the time these moods end in tears. And lots of them. The blue eyes then moved to the plastic bag. Oh, how he wanted to steal it and look at the contents. But he prevented himself from doing so. Which was hard. 'Please show me what's in there, un,' he whined pleadingly.
The puppet mentally sighed in slight relief, though was partially disappointed. He hadn't grabbed the blond's bad arm. Hmph - while it was a good thing in the way that he wouldn't have to listen to any whining or wailing or other occasionally pleasant sounds like that, it was also a bad thing. If only because causing his fellow artist a significant amount of pain and-or discomfort was pretty much the only way he knew how to get one of these little moods to pass.
He had sort-of known Deidara had been joking, but still. Sasori grumbled incoherant and probably unpleasant things under his breath, momentarily closing his eyes and shaking his head.
And then the sculptor just had to say ithat/i. The puppeteer's eyes snapped open to glare at his partner, reaching both hands up to hastily untie the vile ponytail. Hm. Perhaps he could strangle the brat with the ribbon, or something. He grinned cruelly at that thought...
Then scowled when he brought up the 'what's in the bag?' thing iagain/i. Okay, well, that was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. "No! Brat..." The red-head tossed the evil ribbon to the side, one hand grabbed the bag, the other grabbing a peice of wood from the pile just off to the side. A peice of wood which he chucked - and hard as he could - at the blond. "Shut up."
Hpmh. How dare Sasori treat Deidara's beloved hair ribbon with such disrespect. Maybe it would've been a good idea to find some string instead of using his only ribbon on the puppeteer. But then again, he hadn't really anticipated it to be manhandled. Maybe not manhandled, but that was how the blond saw it. And maybe he should've just grabbed the bag and ran. Because its owner hadn't protected it and it didn't seem like the owner was particularly worried about it. He glared at the puppeteer again when he called him the "B" word again. 'I'm not a brat!' he announced, moving to pick up his poor and precious ribbon. Yeah, well, he would say that. Didn't seem like he was able to imagine how he was perceived by his partner. Crap! The blond quickly darted out the way of the wooden missile. It would've been okay if it was another pillow or something soft like that. But wood could kill people. Well…so could pillows, but whatever. Wood was harder and more damaging. He quickly ran out of the projectile's path and pouted. 'Why'd you do that? That coula really hurt, un!' he exclaimed angrily.
Not a brat? Not a brat? Ha! The blond was the very idefinition/i of the word. Infact, in the red-head's current opinion of the ibrat/i, he was the walking definition incarnate! "You are too a brat, Deidara," the puppeteer muttered in an eerily calm voice. "You're annoying, impolite, and you act like a little whiney child." ... Well, he idid/i. Sasori had more than enough proof to show the blond just how much of a brat he was, too!
The thrown wooden missile having not hit it's target disappointed the red-head. Oh well. There was more wood where that came from, and if need be, he'd beat the sculptor over the head with his own friggin' arm... Or go the easier root and just whack him upside the head normally, all limbs attatched.
The living puppet stared, eyes half-lidded, expression pretty much one that could be read as simply 'duh', at his partner's stupid exclaimation. "I did it to try to make you be quiet. Your voice is getting on my nerves," he answered as if it were obvious. He frowned slightly, looking over to where the thrown wood lay before turning his eyes back to the bratty blond. "And that would have been the point." After a short moment's pause, his brows rose slightly before he added one, simple word to what he had just said. "Brat."
If the puppet had been able to feel pain, the blond would've gone back over to him and slapped him repeatedly in the face. But this wasn't the case. Meaning he'd have to go slap Tobi or something. He needed to slap someone and make sure it hurt like fuck. Slapping Sasori would not help. He clenched his fist in fury. Oh, how could he go and let off some steam? He could go outside and scream and beat the crap out of a tree. Yeah…that sounded good. But first he needed to take care of something. Making his way over to the "nice" chart Deidara practically ripped the red marker off the wall to make a very long vertical line joining with the line that had previously been drawn. And again the "B" word was mentioned. The sculptor shot an extremely icy gaze at the human puppet and held out a finger, pointing at him accusingly. 'IF YOU CALL ME A BRAT AGAIN I'LL FUCKING THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW AND KILL YOU!' he screamed before stomping out of the room and slamming the door. Maybe a little bit too hard seeing as the top half of it fell clean off the hinge. Now. Outside for a bit of anger relief and tree killing.
It was almost as fun to make his partner mad as it was to scare the fuck out of him.
The 'duh' expression melted away to a more apathetic, blank one while he watched Deidara go over to that evil little chart, grabbing the marker none too gently and adding a pretty red line to the one that was already there. A long red line. The living puppet refused to let himself worry about it, though. They'd gotten into worse arguments before, surely. The chart was ijust/i something new.
Though the uncaring front wavered for just a milisecond at the icy gaze and the rather loud threat. Apparently he pissed the sculptor off a heck of a lot. Was the word, 'brat', really ithat/i insulting? He continued to watch the blond as he stomped out of the room, eyes narrowing slightly when the door was slammed hard enough to damage it. He had a feeling that he was going to be the one that would have to fix that.
Tsk. While it iwas/i fun to make his partner mad, it also left him feeling a little... Eh, bad? Guilty? Something like that. Which was a conundrum, him supposedly being emotionless and all. It was more irritating than the blond who had just left, even.
Sasori sighed, almost expelling the agitation he held towards his partner with the breath, before peering down at the bag he gripped in one of his hands. Opening it and gently pulling out the plush, he stared at for a moment before shuffling over to the edge of his bed and standing. Now was as good a time as any, right? Maybe it would make that stupid feeling go away. He stepped over to the blond's bed, laying the plush on one of the pillows before making his way over to the closet. Time to go retreive that ring puppet.
Meanwhile, in Hidan and Kakuzu's room...
The doorknob wannabe of a Jashinist rose a brow when he heard the screamed threat and the distinctive slam of a door. He snorted. "Lover's tiff, much?"
The only reply he got from his partner was a loud, obnoxious snore.
Ah, fresh air. That seemed to be all the blond needed. Perhaps killing a tree was just slightly irrational. Plus, he'd probably get a right earful from Zetsu afterwards. He sat down on the grass recalling the things that had happened during this very eventful day. He'd had his arm "fixed" by Sasori, kissed him, been rejected by him, climbed up onto the roof for no particular reason, called his mother, had a nap, gone into the village, locked Tobi in the basement, had fun listening to him scream, been confronted about his feelings towards Sasori, been told he would have to be a fairy later and…then been repeatedly been called a brat. Maybe it was that fact that he didn't like being treated like a child by his partner. Even though…he was way older than him. Heck, the word wasn't even a swear word. It was just the principle, really. What really bugged him was how he let the puppet insult him and be cruel to him…yet he still had feelings for him. Was Deidara just attracted to really mean guys? Urgh, now he was even more confused. Okay. All better now. The blond got to his feet and went back inside. He wasn't planning on throwing the red head out of the window. Even though it was pretty obvious that he wouldn't.
He headed back upstairs, stalling a little. Now all he had to look forward to was playing dress up for Tobi. Even though it could turn out to be rather fun. Just as long as the masked twit didn't ask for any magic tricks, thinking they were real fairies.
While the blond was out, Sasori had quickly retreived a blank scroll from the closet and left the room, hurrying down the stairs to the ground floor.
Seeing that the coast was clear, he hurried down into the basement, only slowing his pace when the door was shut. And unlocked; he'd made sure of ithat/i. It definately wouldn't be smart to lock oneself in the basement...
He peered about the room, frowning at the bloodstains left behind by Hidan's disembodied head and the little red mousetracks everywhere. Oh, and the paint. Sure, he had been the one to get the paint everywhere... But he wasn't gunne clean it up. No time. His gaze settled on the box before he made his way over to it, kicking it off to reveal the ring girl puppet.
The red-head sighed at the state it was in. It's face had been ruined - Tobi's doing - but... The girl from the movie wasn't the epitome of ibeauty/i to begin with. Other than that, it was covered in paint, and he was pretty damn sure the dress hid more damage from the night before. He crouched, spreading the scroll infront of him before doing several handseals resulting in the non-living puppet disappearing and a symbol being etched onto the paper. Perfect. Now he just had to find some alone time to fix it up just a little... Maybe add a few more life-like, gruesome details.
Now he had to go back to the bedroom and wait for Zetsu. As well as put the scroll in a safe, hidden spot. And, last but not least, itry/i not to tease and provoke Deidara anymore until the whole fairy thing was over with. Two irritated 'fairies' and one annoying-ass idiot in one room together did not a good combination make.
The first thing that dawned on the blond upon re-entering the shared bedroom was that the puppeteer seemed to have gone walkabout. And there it was. The bag. The bag, which had been so carefully guarded, was now abandoned for Deidara to go find out what was actually in there. But nothing of any interest lay within. Just a few bed sheets. Why the hell had Sasori gotten so protective over a few white bed sheets? Feeling slightly foolish about getting so wound up about the contents of the bag, he turned back to his bed, where his eyes were then drawn to the plush toy that lay on one of his pillows. When did that get there? Cautiously, the sculptor picked it up to examine it further. It looked remarkably similar to the bird, which had previously flown into him on the way to the village. Deidara stood there, staring at the toy for a few moments. Then it clicked. Sasori had bought it for him. And that was what had been in the bag. But he still didn't understand why the human puppet hadn't just given it to him in the first place. It would've saved an argument. The blond sat on the bed, cuddling his new toy. He'd take care of it. And treat it like a plush toy should be treated.
After rolling the scroll back up, tying it closed, and leaving the basement more-or-less in the mess that he had found it in, the red head sighed. Did he ireally/i want to go back to the room? Then again, last he knew, Deidara was out... And if Zetsu didn't find either of them ithere/i he'd just go hunting for them. Didn't help that the cannibal was good at that. Plus, if they by chance pissed off said cannibal, he'd probably eat Deidara and use him as a toothpick.
Which... Wouldn't be all that fun.
Sasori paused momentarily at the stairs before starting up them at his usual pace. It took him no time at all to reach the top, at which point he headed straight for the shared room, entering and closing the door behind him before looking into the room, finally noticing that Deidara apparently wasn't still out. And said blond the plush. Good. So long as he didn't ask about it.
The puppet, thus ignoring his partner's presence, quietly made his was over towards the closet. He'd hide the scroll in there. Wasn't like anyone rooted through it often, save for him.
Zetsu re-entered the house after his little garden check-up. Everything was fine; the recent rain meant he didn't have to water them. Hm... Now, aside from the dresses... What was he forgetting...
Ah! Right. Hidan's body. He had it up in his room - Kakuzu had let him take it in order to get it out of the way. And since, after nibbling on one of the Jashinist's fingers, it had been established that said religious fanatic didn't taste very well... He'd just left it on the floor. Might as well give it back.
And so, the canniballistic plant started up for his room. Perhaps while he was there, he could also pick up the dresses.
Yes. Zetsu owned dresses. They used to belong to a few of his victims... But... Well. They didn't need them anymore. He iknew/i they'd come in handy some day...
Deidara had been quietly giving affection to the plush toy when his partner re-entered the room. He looked over at him and smiled. 'Did you get this for me, un?' he asked, pointing to the item in his hand Of course, he knew his danna had. He just wanted to hear the words seep from his mouth. Then he'd have a reason to go make his line on the chart go up again. A lot. Seeing as that was a very kind act. Though he made no move to ask if the plush had been the reason Sasori was guarding the bag so well. That would just show how untrustworthy he was. And probably result in him getting attacked by another hard piece of wood. The blond lay back on his bed, holding the plush bird out in front of him happily. He made it's fabricated wings flap a little with his one hand. ' Thanks. It was thoughtful of you, un,' he grinned. 'I think I'll call him...scorpling. After you. A scorpling's a baby scorpion. And you bought him for me, un.' Yeah, he was beginning to get a little attached to the damn thing. First he'd start claiming to be unable to sleep without it. Then he'd drag it around with him everywhere. Then he'd manage to break it in some way or another and never touch it again. The usual lifecycle of a favourite toy. But for now, the bird was Deidara's only and favourite toy and would receive all the love in the world.
The living puppet opened the closet before glancing back at his partner when the blond asked a question. Thankfully... It wasn't one of the ones he was hoping he wouldn't ask. Though he was hoping he wouldn't ask any, really. Hmph... Who else would get something for Deidara? Tobi? ... Well... Probably. But still. "Yes," he answered simply, before turning back to the closet, shoving the scroll on in between a jar of paralytic toxin and un unlabelled jar of... Actually... He didn't really know iwhat/i that crap was. He just knew it looked disgusting and that something in it was moving...
He'd investigate ithat/i later. The blond was speaking. "Hn..." Sasori closed the closet, turning back around so he could see the sculptor of whom was playing with the plush. He couldn't totally kill the small smile that produced, although he tried. Instead, he turned his head to look off to the oh-so interesting wall. Heh... Bought. He bit his lip to try stifling the snicker at the memory of how he got the plush... Yeah... Bought.
Though he couldn't help but think 'scorpling' was an odd choice for a name. Hell, just a short while ago, the other artist was pissed off at him. Heh... Who knew plush toys worked ithat well/i in some situations? That or that blond hadn't been as mad as he had seemed.
Whatever. The red-head moved towards his bed. Perhaps he could get that fairy puppet started before Zetsu came by with those horrid... Things... They were going to have to wear.
Meanwhile, the cannibal of a plant of a man entered his room, going directly towards the closet and stepping over the discarded body of the Jashinist. Hm... Hopefully he'd have a really revealing red dress and an innocent-seeming blue one.
Though that would seem a bit too angel-demonish. And he doubted he'd have those exact types...
Or... Maybe...
Zetsu pulled out two of about seven. One iwas/i blue, a nice cerulean shade; skirt down to the knees, frills, poofy sleeves... Though in places it was bloodstained. The other was an off-red - maroon, he figured; the skirt was rather short, and, erh... It was quite revealing. Bondage-y, even.
He snickered. "bGood... Now let's go./b" Then nodded. "iYes./i"
Swinging the dresses over his shoulder, he started back out of the room - but not before stopping down to grab the Jashinist's foot on the way, so he could drag it along with him.
Deidara beamed. Yay! Sasori had bought it him. This only caused the plushie to be…well…hugged to death. If it had been a real bird, it certainly would be dead by now. And what a painful death it would've been. Of course, the blond hadn't expected his partner to be wowed by his knowledge of scorpions. But he could've said a little bit more. It seemed that all memories of screaming at the puppet only about ten minutes ago had been shunned from his mind. Happily, he got up, clutching his new toy and ran over to his partner, hugging him in appreciation. 'Thank you, un!' he giggled. Yeah, he had already acknowledged the puppeteer's kind act, but it wouldn't hurt to repeat himself, would it? The sculptor then quickly moved back over to the "nice" chart. Seeing as this was…probably the nicest, most generous and most thoughful thing Sasori had ever done for him he'd get a very long vertical line upwards. Good. That made up for the little outburst from earlier. Something then occurred to him. There was no recording of his niceness. Okay, so maybe he hadn't been too nice…The blond took the blue marker off the wall and held it out to his partner. 'You need to give me a mark too, un,' he stated. Wow…he really seemed serious about the whole chart thing.
Sasori ihad/i gone back to ignoring his partner. He ihad/i been picking through the small pile of wood laying precariously on his bed, subconciously going through what peices would be good for which parts. Long peices, for example, would be good for the limbs. Short peices... Probably the torso and pelvis; that one blocky peice could be used for the head...
He ihadn't/i, however, noticed the fast-approaching foot-steps until it was too late and Deidara had hugged him, thanking him again... Albeit the hug was brief, it was enough; it made the puppeteer actually want to be able to ifeel/i again. Though that stupid thought was short, too, for said puppeteer quickly shoved it out of his mind, bowing his head and scowling seconds after the blond had let go and went back to that idiotic chart thing.
Stupid blond... Maybe he ishould/i ask Leader-sama to transfer one of them to a different room. If only to preserve what was left of his uncaring front. Okay... Yes. He'd admit it. He liked the sculptor. Although it was a itiny/i, little, itty-bitty speck of a liking. And he didn't want it to grow.
The red-head looked up, expression changing immediately from a scowl to a rather puzzled stare at his partner's statement. Before he noticed the marker of which was being held out to him. The marker of which he then proceeded to stare at as if it were something completely different... Like a pink-striped frog. What...?
Surely he was kidding. Though looking up from the marker to the sculptor's face lead the puppeteer to come to the conclusion that he wasn't. Eugh... "Deidara, it's your chart. I don't want anything more to do with it than I already have."
Zetsu was well on his way to the two artists' room, though on the way he stopped by the immortal duo's room. At which he stopped, letting go of Hidan's body's foot before knocking quietly on the door and moving along...
Inside the room, Hidan the doorknob, of course, heard the knock. Loud'n clear. "KAKUZU! GET UP AND ANSWER THE DOOR!"
... Again the only answer he recieved was a loud, obnoxious snore. Added to it this time, however, was a rustling of the bedsheets as the banker rolled over, muttering something incoherant.
"GODDAMNIT!"
... The canniballistic plant snickered at the loud mouth before reaching the two artists' room. He rose a brow at the state of the door before shrugging and knocking. Ah, well, didn't concern him. Or the other him.
Did Sasori even understand the whole concept of the chart? It was to see if they were getting along! If Deidara didn't have a mark on it he wouldn't be able to know if he wasn't being nice and thus, be nicer. So, Sasori had to be part of it. He sniggered a little at the way his partner was regarding the blue marker in his hand. It wasn't as if it was poisoned or something. Well...this specific marker wasn't poisonous. He had made sure of that when buying it...for various reasons. With that, the blond walked over to him and shoved the pen into the living puppet's hand and then pointed at the chart again. 'Please. For me, un?' he asked pleadingly. 'Otherwise the experiment won't work.' Yes…what seemed to be a joke was quickly turning into a full-blown experiment. And not even waiting for an answer, the blond went back over to his bed to carry on messing around with his new plushie, scorpling. Okay, so maybe calling a toy bird the name for a baby scorpion was a little stupid…but it seemed to make Deidara all the more attached to the thing. Then came the door. Damn. Fairy time already? Surely not. He hoped it wasn't Zetsu behind the door. Maybe it was Tobi. Yes! It was Tobi. Thinking nothing of it, he got up, his plushie in hand and went over to answer the door. Seeing as he had sent the puppeteer that last time it seemed only fair for the sculptor to do it now. Before turning the doorknob he examined it. Ah, good. It was still intact. With that, he turned it and BAM, the door fell off its hinges completely. Oops. The blond recalled slamming the door maybe a little bit too roughly after his little hissy fit about the "b" word. Before even acknowledging the cannibalistic plantman who stood in the doorway, he turned to look at his partner. 'Danna? Did I do this, un?' he asked, pointing to the door which had landed gracefully on the floor.