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Genesis
Chapter 13

"You two have ignored every message I've sent to you and argued nonstop for a week now," Sir Leader's voice was still even and cool, though his anger-drowned gray eyes betrayed his aloof demeanor. "You will tell me the meaning of your impertinence, Sasori, Deidara."

"Easy," Sasori snorted, shooting the glare of a machine gun at his partner. "Deidara decided to try and kill me when we returned."

"Like you have any right to blame this all on me, Danna!" Deidara retorted, glowering back. "Since you were the one who tried to crack my ribs, un!"

"You can live with cracked ribs, idiot," The redhead snapped. "You can't live without your heart."

"I hate you, un! Just shut up!" The sculptor seethed, blue eye narrowing.

"Oh, Kami, not another Hidan and Kakuzu…" Sir Leader muttered, before snapping out a commanding, "Shut up, both of you!"

The puppeteer and bomb artist stopped their quarreling immediately, anger and hate still sparking in their eyes like meteors.

"You two are going to get along whether you want to or not," Sir Leader reverted to his calm, ordering self, impaling gaze narrowing. "This is an order. We cannot have any more deaths in this organization."

"So what are you suggesting?" The puppet master asked warily, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You aren't going to leave your room until you can talk normally without killing each other."

Even Sasori looked surprised at the leader of Akatsuki's statement. "W-Wait a minute–!"

"I told you both; this is an order."

"No way, un!" Deidara protested, cerulean eye wide. "Anyways, how will you know if we're just gonna stay in there? The lock's on the inside."

"Yes, but everyone else knows what's going on, and if you try and leave, they will force you back in."

"…So since everyone else knows that you're making us stay cooped up like birds, we can't go hide out in their room." The coral-red-haired member concluded bitterly. "…How stupid."

"No matter how 'stupid' it may be, Sasori, it's for the best of this organization." Leader-sama responded, waving them off. "Now go."

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"I can't believe I'm stuck in here with you, un." Deidara scowled from his snowy-white bed. "What is it, un? Eight pm or something?"

"Who knows," The redhead sighed back, rolled over on his side and staring blandly at the wall. "There isn't a clock in here?"

"I wouldn't be asking if there was, Danna!" The blonde spat, nose twitching with irritation.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Shut up and quit whining." Sasori rolled his eyes.

Deidara snorted. "We could just kill each other right now, and no one would know–"

The door opened and Kisame poked his head in. "Leader-sama said I had to check to see if you two had killed each other, or were in the process of."

"Oh, Kami!" Deidara snarled at the older man, eye giving the menacing message of, "If you don't leave now, I'll blow your face!" "Everything I say just has to be solved right after I say it, un!"

Kisame took the hint and hastily retreated back to the hallway, closing the door.

"Smart, Deidara," The puppet master grumbled out in a sarcastic tone. "Take out your anger on someone who has nothing to do with it."

The golden-haired member glared at the back of his partner, the ocean-blue iris sparking the message of 'I'm going to annoy the hell out of him'. "You know, Danna, I don't see what I saw in you before, un."

"You've said that before." The ash-rose-eyed man informed jadedly.

"Really, un. I mean it."

"Good for you."

"Itachi's better looking than you."

"Itachi is good-looking, you brat."

"I…don't know how to reply to that, Danna, un."

"What? Even you think so."

"…! D-Dammit, why are you saying everything for me, un? I don't think he's good-looking at all!"

"Yeah, and those little sparkles of jealousy in your eye whenever he comes around are just for show."

"Oh just shut up, un! This is all coming from the guy who turned himself into a puppet to keep his teenage looks with him forever."

"I did it to be eternal, idiot!"

"Sure, Sasori no Danna. You were just afraid of what you were gonna look like. What'd that Itou guy say? You were in your thirties, un?"

"I told you, that's none of your business!"

"Why? It's not like we're together, un. If you were afraid of me becoming grossed out and all, that is, un."

"I don't even remember. Happy, brat?"

"How'd Itou know then?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"I thought you knew everything, un."

"You're pissing me off, brat. I advise you to shut up now."

"Or what?"

"You know what."

"You'll kill me, un."

"Exactly."

"Nice try, Sasori no Danna, un. Leader-sama wouldn't be pleased if you did kill me, and you'd probably be killed as well."

"I hate you."

"Of course you do, un. You hate me and love Oro–"

"No I don't, damn you!"

"You're a liar, cheater, and callous bastard, un! If I went and stabbed myself with a kunai, you wouldn't give a–!"

"Dammit, Deidara! Don't you know how much I worry about y–?!" Sasori began, sitting up and glaring at his partner, cutting off with eyes wide. He bit his lip and averted his gaze, fingers softly burrowing into the rumpled sheets.

Deidara blinked, mouth opened slightly. "D-Danna…you…worry about me…un…?"

"No." The redhead swiveled himself so he was more facing the wall. "You were right. I was just cheating on you because I hate you."

"Y-Yeah…" The blue-eyed member agreed quietly, his cheeks blooming pink. "Sasori no Danna wouldn't ever worry about me, un."

Silence flooded the small room, the air heavy and uneasy. Deidara tensed, swallowing nervously. After many tries, he finally gathered up his courage and asked, "…What really happened back there…with Orochimaru?"

"You already know. I cheated on you." The puppet master replied, eyes closing as he saw twin pairs of arms winding around him in a backwards embrace.

"No, Danna." Deidara whispered, hands locking together. "I want to know, un."

"…And you said I was the one with the mood swings…" Sasori mumbled, eyes cracking open. "I thought you hated me."

"I don't know. My heart says this is what I'm supposed to do, un." The younger man muttered, forehead resting in coral-red locks. "…Maybe if you told me everything, I could make up my mind."

"I said I loved you three times," The puppeteer scoffed. "Now you just suddenly forgive me when I say I worry…?"

"Anyone can say "I love you," Danna." The sculptor murmured. "But not everyone can worry and look so damn convincing while saying they do."

"…Orochimaru wanted this to happen." Sasori informed quietly, looking as if he was about to fall asleep. "He wants to destroy Akatsuki, and because of the act we put on in Kumogakure, he found out about us."

"So he caught you…and forced you…?"

"There was no woman…he just wanted us to split apart…"

"Danna…"

"I'm scared, Deidara…"

"Wh-What?"

"I've always been afraid…that something like this would've happened…!" Sasori stiffened, a pang stabbing his heart like a burning arrow. "I've also been afraid…that this has been a dream…and that you'll fade away and leave me…like my parents…alone…"

"This is real, Sasori no Danna…I'm not fading, un."

"But you're leaving me…it's still the same…"

"I…I'm not leaving you, un."

"No…no, you're fading away, Deidara!" Sasori's eyes shot open and distress crept into his voice. "You're fading away and abandoning me like my parents!"

"Danna, I'm not, un!" The ocean-eyed man unhooked his hands and coiled his arms around the wooden abdomen tightly. "I'm not fading!"

Sasori spun around and laced his arms around the blonde's torso, shoving his forehead against his shoulder and straining out, "I love you, Deidara…I love you, and I'll say it as many times as you want me to so you know that I do!"

"I know, Danna," Deidara rested his cheek on his partner's head. "I know you do, un. You don't have to say it anymore, so…so just go back to Sasori no Danna…"

"Wh-What do you mean?" The ash-rose eyed man opened his eyes.

"You're acting like…a child, Danna, un," Deidara muttered warily, afraid of triggering the silver-eyed man's anger. "I…like you better when you're…conceited and bold, un…"

"I'm sorry…" Sasori bent his fingers into the cerulean-eyed man's back. "I won't ever pull your hair again, or force you to do something you wouldn't want to do…"

"You're not supposed to be the one apologizing." The ex-Iwa nin spoke softly. "I was the one who threatened to kill you, and almost drove you mad, un."

"But it's my fault…if I had just tried to convince you further on what happened…!" The redhead removed his head from his partner's shoulder, staring into the single blue eye.

"I probably wouldn't have listened anyways, un," Deidara pressed his lips against the former shinobi of the Sand's forehead. "I'm stupid like that, right?"

"You're not stupid…" The older male shook his head.

The blonde's cheeks were veiled in a crimson shade, as he pulled away and stared into the platinum eyes that were shimmering with hurt. Bringing his mouth just mere millimeters away from Sasori's, he breathed out a syrup-drowned, "I love you, Akasuna no Sasori." With that, the bomb artist caught the puppeteer's lips in his own, limbs uncoiling and hands moving to the red hair.

Sasori's mouth opened slowly, his tongue cautiously moving forward to meet the other. He felt himself being pushed off the bed, legs struggling to get a grip on the floor.

Deidara's eye was staring only at the miniature pools of moonlight that were unable to meet his gaze, searching for any sign of anger, uneasiness or signals to stop. He pushed forward, forcing Sasori to walk backwards, the two of them looking as if they were performing a dance. He felt the redhead's back press against a workbench, and he stopped walking, instead making the kiss more ardent. Deidara ran his tongue over the puppet master's, shivering as he sensed the older member's dominating presence appear like a phantom once again.

Ash-rose eyes snapped to stare at cerulean, the usual dictating spark flying through them, flashing amusement. Sasori thrust his partner's tongue out of his mouth and closed his mouth around Deidara's bottom lip, teeth lightly grazing the soft flesh.

The door opened, Hidan walking in with his eyes closed and grumbling, "Seriously, why do I have to check on them? Stupid leader…hey, you guys kill each other ye–?" Violet eyes opened to the scene playing directly in front of them. The silver-haired man's mouth hung halfway open, staring dumbly at the two other members, before he slowly turned around and walked towards Sir Leader's chamber, eyes wide. "H-Hey leader guy? I think they're getting along again…!"

The redhead turned at the disturbance, breaking his mouth away from the blonde's. "He saw us, Deidara…"

"So what, un?" Deidara murmured, nuzzling the older man's forehead. "No one listens to Hidan."

"I-I think we should stop…" Sasori muttered, eyes narrowing.

Deidara released a disappointed sigh, his ocean-blue iris glittering with annoyance. "…Will you at least stay with me tonight, un? I…want to apologize to you…Danna…"

"If…you lock the door." Sasori replied, giving in.

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"What's the matter? You can't sleep, Deidara?" The infamous puppet master asked, glancing up at the misty cerulean eyes.

Deidara shook his head. "Sorry, un."

"…Would talking help?" Sasori breathed, placing his head back under the blonde's chin. "I know that's what you want."

"I…just want to know how…you forgave me so fast…" The explosives specialist admitted, feeling his fingers tighten around coral-red hair.

"I could be asking you the same…" The older member blinked lazily.

"You didn't cheat on me, un." Deidara pressed his nose into red locks. "I couldn't think too well…you mean everything to me, Danna, and then, to see you with someone else…I-I overreacted, un."

"…If I saw you with someone else, I'd probably act the same." The ash-rose-eyed male confessed sheepishly.

"Danna…"

"Yeah?"

"Orochimaru…he's seen you out of Hiruko, right…un…?"

"…Yes…"

"And has he ever…tried…"

Sasori narrowed his eyes into sharp blades. "…Once."

"Not counting this one, un?"

"No. That was the first time he's ever…touched me…"

"…You cut yourself from the world after your–"

"P-Pretty much. Don't talk about that, Deidara."

"Okay, Sasori no Danna. I'm sorry for bringing up a…painful subject, un."

"It…it's fine…just don't do it again."

"So then…what made you forgive me, un?"

"I've always still loved you, Deidara…forgiving you was easy."

"…Then why and when did you fall for me?"

"What? Why do you need to know?"

"I-I'm just curious!"

"What about you then?"

"…When I…first saw you…un…"

"Hiruko?"

"No! You, un!"

"Oh."

"And? What about you?"

"I don't remember. I think it was when you said I needed you."

"What?! Are you serious, un?"

"It might've been when you walked for days on end for me…but I only realized it when you said that I needed you."

"Then…why?"

"…Maybe…I was looking for someone like you. Someone who wasn't afraid of me, would care for me despite what I am…someone who…loved me."

"…Someone who would be the parent you never had…" Deidara muttered, quickly catching his mistake and bracing himself for a blow to the face or stomach.

Sasori stiffened, before tightening his grasp around the blonde's torso. "…You're…right, Deidara."

"I…" The bomb artist felt his muscles relax, running his fingers through the feathery red strands. "I'll be anything you want me to be, Sasori no Danna, un."

"Stop it." The puppeteer scoffed, facial expression clouding over to one of slight anger. "I hate it when you sound like you're my slave."

"But Danna–"

"You're not my slave, Deidara. You're the one I love."

"I can still call you Danna, though…right?"

"…Fine."

Deidara's clasped hands sunk around the small of the puppeteer's back. "I guess it was love at first sight for both of us…un…"

"For you, maybe," Sasori rolled his ash-rose eyes.

"What?" The explosives specialist stared his partner incredulously.

"When I first saw you, I thought you were the most annoying, stupid, and idiotic piece of crap I had ever seen."

The blonde stared at the top of the older member's head.

Sasori noticed the change of atmosphere, and quickly threaded his fingers into the curtain of gold. "I, uh, like your hair, Deidara."

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Sasori stuck out his tongue and dragged it up the younger man's collarbone, smirking at the surprised shiver that trembled up Deidara's spine.

"D-Danna…?!" Deidara opened his eyes and twitched at the smug expression on his partner's face. "What the hell, un? I'm still tired…"

"It's time to get up, Deidara." The puppet master frowned, trying to wriggle his body out of the tired blonde's grasp. "If you're not going to, at least let me go."

Still half asleep, Deidara blinked lazily down at his arms that were bound like chains around the redhead's abdomen. "Can't you stay for a bit more, un?"

"Let me up now, Deidara." The platinum-eyed male growled, anxiety creeping into his moonlit irises. "The others will wake up soon, and then we'll be screwed."

"I locked the door, Danna."

"What about Zetsu?"

"…Fine, un."

"Thank you, Deidara," The coral-red-haired man removed himself from the white mattress, face screwing up in obvious distaste.

"What's with the face, huh?" Deidara huffed, wide-awake.

"I don't like saying 'thank you'." The ex-Suna nin was interrupted by a loud banging quaking on the door to the room, narrowing his eyes a bit before growling out, "Who is it?"

"Itachi." Came the response, clearly emitted by Hidan.

Sasori rolled his eyes, striding to the entryway and yanking it open. "Hidan, you're not funny, so–" Ash-rose eyes found themselves locked with blood red and black ones. "I-Itachi…!"

Hidan popped up from behind the Uchiha, mauve eyes glinting mischievously. "Hey, redhead!"

"Hidan's told us some rather…interesting information, Sasori-san." Kisame spoke up, not bothering to hide his toothy grin.

"Oh?" Anger sparked irises flicked towards the religious member before settling back on Kisame. "And what would that be?"

"That you were making out with Deidara."

The puppet master twitched slightly. "What in hell makes you believe him?"

"Because he was the last one to check on you guys, since you locked the door after his visit." Kakuzu answered, eyeing the blonde.

"That's not enough evidence, you know." Sasori slipped out of the room and silently closed the open door. "And why is everyone here?"

"We all know something's up," Hidan snorted. "Seriously."

"Yes, Deidara still has that ridiculous infatuation with me," The redhead glared at the silver-haired man. "What of it?"

"Dude, you were pretty into it, y'know." The immortal placed his hands on his hips. "Though, blondie was obviously the one in control."

"Hidan, do you really want your head on the floor again? Because that's the path you're heading for now." The rose-eyed male snapped, a fiery aura hovering around him.

"Face it, Sasori-san…" The ex-Kiri nin stated, still grinning. "You and Deidara are together."

"No we're not!" Sasori snarled, narrowed eyes widening as Hidan approached him.

"Oh yeah? Then let's see how blondie reacts if I do this–" Hidan roughly pressed his mouth on Sasori's, turning the knob of the door and pushing them into the space.

Deidara turned at the sound of the door opening, dressed in his cloak and headband while his hair was still down. "Danna? What did he wan–?" His cerulean eye took in the scene and glittered with anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you bastard?!"

Sasori shut his eyes and shoved the purple-eyed man away, face dripping with disgust. "What the hell are you doing, Hidan?!"

"See? They're both angry." Hidan turned back and swaggered out of the room. "There's your proof. And no, I'm not doing it again, so shut your Goddamn mouth, Kakuzu!"

"Bastard, I am not having an affair–!" Sasori started to retort, eyes widening at the shadowy form of Sir Leader standing outside the door.

"Who's having an affair now?" He asked, gray eyes scanning the area like a hawk.

"N-No one!" The redhead managed out, silver eyes sparking.

Sir Leader directed his attention to the puppeteer. "Good. I won't tolerate any unnecessary emotions in this organization."

"Yes, Leader-sama…" Sasori mumbled, waiting until the hologram had faded away before slamming the door. With desolate eyes, he turned to Deidara, who was still confused with what had happened.

"D-Danna?" Deidara whispered, fear engulfing his eye.

"Deidara…" Sasori strode towards the sun kissed blonde and pushed him onto the bed against the wall, his head down.

"S-Sasori no Danna, what–?" The ocean-eyed man stared fearfully at his partner.

"Deidara…it's not working…it can't…" Sasori closed his eyes and clutched at the golden-haired male's shoulders. "I-I love you, but…but it's just…!"

"Just what, un?" The sculptor asked, starting to tremble softly.

Sasori's rose eyes opened in narrowed shapes, biting his bottom lip before answering. "Maybe…we weren't meant to be together…Deidara…"

The cerulean-eyed male stiffened, afraid of the words that were going to come out of his partner's mouth.

"You like the sky, and I like the land…you like fun, and I like serious…you like it fleeting, and I like it eternal…we're exact opposites, Deidara! There's no way for us…to be together…!" The puppeteer closed his narrowed eyes. "I-I can't…!"

"Why, Danna, un?" Deidara whispered, tears falling like trails of poison down his cheeks. "Why won't you just give into your feelings…?!"

"Because I'm not a human being anymore, Deidara…!" The redhead forced out, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his partner's joints. "I'm a monster – and everyone knows…that monsters only exist in your nightmares…! I'm not supposed to be here, Deidara…!"

"Danna, no…!" The younger of the two shook his head, feeling more scorching rivers burn down his face. "No…! Danna, this isn't you speaking! It-It's your child side, un! Stop…!"

"Why can't you understand?!" Sasori snarled out, opening his eyes and looking at Deidara with pain-impaled irises. "We're S-ranked criminals who would kill a child if that's what was ordered! We're not supposed to be in love! We're not supposed to have feelings! …And…I'm not even an actual person anymore…!"

"Danna, I love you, un…! I love you, dammit!" The explosives specialist's breath caught in his throat, his mind shattering.

"Deidara…I…" Sasori moved his face closer to Deidara's as if he was going to kiss him, when he stopped, quivering lips pausing just millimeters away from contact. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pulled away, sliding off the bed and staggering out to the hallway, straining out a cracked, "I'm sorry…!"

Deidara's eye widened at his silver-eyed partner's actions, fresh tears mixing in with the old as his leaned back on the wall behind him, hands grasping desperately at the ruffled white sheets. "Danna…!"

The redhead bit his bottom lip harshly at the heart-splintering sobs that howled from Deidara's soul, resting on the wall to the left of the doorframe, eyes still bolted shut.

"I'm sorry…!" He whispered again, before walking off. I'm sorry!

...Is this a cliffhanger? I don't know. xx; But then it'd be the...third one in a row. Dx
Uh, yeah, I need your opinion. Just, if this is far enough for the story, and I should end it after the next mission, or if I should keep going for a bit more.
Mm...Sasori left the Sand in his teens, which was twenty years prior to when Naruto begins...and Orochimaru joined Akatsuki fourteen years prior...meaning, Sasori was with Deidara for, like, 6 to 9 or something years? xx; Egh, it's late and I can't think properly...

～Arrina