Hiya! Arrina here with chapter 20 (okay, enough with that)!
This really should've been up sooner. Egh, anyways...
Narutoclaymorelove4eva: Lol, he's going to try. x3
Ninja Rose: That would be...odd, if Kisame was Itachi's mother. o0;; Mm...oh yes, man vs. man. I see it. And yup. Conflict and commas. Fun stuff. Oh, and poetry.
Niko: Uh, sorry? xX;; It's going to have a happy ending though, I promise. Yes, watching him die in the anime was torture. Do you know they've been showing the scene where he dies repeatedly? I just saw it again in this most recent episode! (episode 39)
Watch out for OOCness. I think there's some in here. And a little science lesson in the beginning. Tell me if the info is incorrect; we're learning about weather in science so I had to ask my dad, who answered in science-talk...
Genesis
Chapter 20
"Deidara…"
The blond shifted slightly in his sleep, burying his face further into the pearl-white sheets, eyes squeezed shut.
"I don't want to use force, brat, but if you don't get up this second I'll have no other choice."
"Mm…" The bomb artist's face scrunched up as he flipped over to face away from his partner.
"I'll give you to the count of five."
Deidara pretended not to hear, wiggling a little.
"One."
The blue-eyed member yawned before nudging his nose back into the warm depths of the covers.
"Two. Three."
Sasori's eyes narrowed, irises glinting.
"Four."
"Nngh…" The younger of the two mumbled something inaudible, stirring yet again.
"Five." The redhead promptly grabbed his associate's golden hair and, ignoring the yelp of pain, dragged him across bed.
"Okay, okay, I'm up, un–Ow!" The newest member of Akatsuki spat, hands trying to release the sun-kissed locks from the ex-Suna nin's iron hold.
"Next time you should get up when you're told." The silver-eyed male growled, shaking his hand and freeing the long tresses.
"And do what? Watch you lecture me for an hour before we start on the objective, un?"
"Actually, I thought we'd spar again, but as it seems–"
Deidara was up in a flash, zipping towards the bathroom while shouting out, "I'll be done in a flash, Danna!"
A coral-red eyebrow rose. What is he so excited about?
About an hour later, the door opened and the bomb artist's head poked out, visible eye bright and glimmering. "Reading on poison again, un?"
The older man looked up from the print, head cocking slightly. "Anatomy."
"Anatomy?" The explosives specialist echoed, nose wrinkling. "Why? It's boring, un."
"If I had said poison, would that have sparked your interest more?"
"Maybe." Deidara walked over to the bed, sitting down next to his partner and peeking at the contents of the book. His eye widened and a blush clouded his cheeks, legs unconsciously pressing together. "D-Danna…! Why are you looking at…that…?!"
"Like I said, anatomy purposes." The puppet master sighed lightly, lifting his left arm and draping it over the younger member's shoulders.
"Explain, un!"
"No one expects to die just from an injury on their leg." The platinum-eyed male explained, motioning with his head to the picture. "Do you see the veins illustrated in blue, kid? On the leg?"
"Un…"
"If poison gets in one of those, it mixes with the blood, which is then brought up to the heart. Of course, it happens with every vein, but…"
"And the person dies, un?"
"Yes…"
"How do you hit something so small, un? Let alone know where they are…"
"Which is why I'm studying it. Do you doubt my precision?"
"Not really. Why the leg, un? Why not…arms, or…"
"Because the arms move too much during an actual fight, it's rather hard to pinpoint."
"Legs do too, un."
"Even if you seen an attack headed towards your legs, it's harder to react fast enough to avoid the assault without getting at least some injury."
"So the poison gets into the veins and then travels up to the heart, which then kills the person. The only way to kill someone from their legs is that way? By precisely hitting one of those small veins, un?"
"There's the femoral artery that, if hit, could kill the person instantly."
"How so, un?"
"Blood pumped from the heart travels to parts of the body to deliver the oxygen that a person has taken in. If you pierce an artery, which carries that blood, blood will spurt out from that wound since the heart will continue to beat and try to give oxygen to the body. You would, to dumb it down for you, die of blood loss."
"Un…anything else?"
Sasori cocked his head. "What's with the sudden interest?"
The blond shrugged, blinking. "Guess I never really cared for it before, and now it's like hearing it for the first time. Besides, it's kind of like my art."
"It's not…" The puppeteer trailed off, eyes narrowing. "Never mind. Anyways…there's also the femoral vein, which is an easier target to hit since it's bigger."
"Vein…that sends the blood to the heart?"
"Mm…"
"Why the legs again, un? Why not just pierce the heart, or the throat?"
A small chuckle escaped the coral-red-haired man, abruptly closing the small book and slipping it inside his cloak. "Because it's fun to see someone think they're fine, and then get so messed up and die a few minutes later."
"…That's really messed up, un…" Deidara quirked an eyebrow as his associate stood up and began to saunter towards the door.
"No more messed up than you liking to see people explode."
"Tch." The ex-Rock shinobi snorted, standing up and following the infamous puppet master.
"Deidara…if I remember correctly, there was a strange marking on your chest; right over your heart. That was the so-called 'human-eating' mouth, correct?"
"Un…it gets bigger if I release it."
"Estimated?"
"…Really big, un?"
"Why do I even bother asking…"
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"So? What's it this time? Sasori no Danna, un?" The younger male stood with his hands on his hips, voice unreadable.
"Defense." Sasori answered simply.
"What, are you going to throw kunai at me and I have to turn myself into a full-body shield?"
"As nice as that sounds, no." The redhead replied, a small frown curving at his lips. "It's still taijutsu, Deidara. Perhaps if you do well with this part, we'll move on."
"Onto what, exactly, un?"
"None of your concern."
The puppet master held up his hand, fingers flexing before the whole forearm rotated completely around in a circle. "Ready?"
"…You're not going to use that ability to have an unfair advantage against me, are you, un?" The sun-kissed blond muttered suspiciously, staring at the green-nailed hand.
"Of course not." The moonlit-eyed male raised an eyebrow. "I'm sparring with you, not trying to twist your arm off."
"That would be a real bang though, huh, Danna?" A grin curved at the newest member's lips.
"That's…disturbing." Sasori frowned, quickly appearing behind his partner and attempting to land a blow to the back of the blond's skull.
"Says the guy who turns corpses and alive bodies into puppets, un." The bomb artist retorted, twisting his arm behind his head and blocking the hit.
"Tch. Whatever." The puppet master hastily withdrew his limb, aiming his next blow towards the other's chest as he turned around to face the redhead.
"Hey, Danna," Deidara spoke up, bringing up one arm to halt the punch and using the other to guard against a kick targeting his head, "Do I still have to say that line you told me to say if you ever died, un?"
"Of course."
"Un…" The sculptor frowned, stopping another attack towards his face. "I forgot what I was supposed to say…"
"Idiot brat! Can't you remember anything?"
"If you're so perfect, then what was it?"
"Like I remember. You were supposed to!"
"Are you trying to distract me, un?"
"Concentration is important in battle."
The sun-drenched blond flinched, suppressing a small cry as the redhead hit a bruise on his chest.
"You're not as bad as I thought, Deidara." Sasori stated, towering over the kneeling ice-blue-eyed male with one hand on his hip.
Deidara glared up at the coral-red-haired member, irises sparking. Quickly, he lashed out at his associate's face, teeth pressed together.
Platinum eyes widened, the infamous puppeteer jerking his head to the side just in time to miss the attack completely. Sasori was forced to guard and dodge against the explosives specialist's blows and kicks, the tables turned.
"Hey, hey," The silver-eyed man protested, crossing an arm across his face to block an attempt to land a hit there, "We're supposed to be working on your defense, Deidara!"
"Your degrading insults are pissing me off, un!" The ex-Iwa nin snapped, smirking as his fist collided with the other's chest. "And I just needed to do something to stop them."
Sasori was thrown backwards and he pushed off the ground with his hands before he collided with the hard earth, landing unbalanced on his feet. His eyes narrowed into waves of licking fames as he regained his footing, lip curling slightly. "If that's how you want to play it, then fine." A hand that had once been tightly curled into a fist sent a kunai shooting through the air towards the younger member at lightning speed, catching him off guard. "We'll move on."
The former nin of the Rock halted the kunai, with it just penetrating the skin of his shoulder. With a semi-trembling hand, he let the blade fall to the ground, along with a few drops of blood from where the double-edged knife had sliced into his palm and fingers.
"I'd pick that back up if I were you."
Once blank baby-blue eyes snapped from the discarded knife to the puppet master, who was tossing his cloak to the ground. Hastily, the blond bent down and retrieved the blade, staring in disbelief at the older man.
"Get it together, Deidara. Or I'll really kill you." The moonlit-eyed male warned. "I won't use these–" He held up his right arm, palm facing the sky, as a small metal cylinder appeared, a small roar of fire bursting from it before the device retreated back. "–Or this–" The cord around his stomach moved a little, indicating it was the object spoken of, "–But I will use these." The bladed wings on his back fanned out. "They aren't poisoned, but if you neglect to pay attention, you might end up with a wound that hurts much more than poison…"
The sun-kissed blond's lips twisted into a strained grin. "You mean they aren't poisoned yet…" He laughed nervously, bracing himself in trepidation. "This is hardly fair, un."
"It's fair in my book, brat," The ex-Suna nin growled, wing-like appendages fluttering. "Let's go."
Deidara's hand almost dropped the knife in surprise as the redhead was in front of him in a flash, bringing his arm up at the last second to block an attack headed for his jaw. A smirk formed on the attacking puppeteer's lips, confusing the bomb artist: until he remembered the wings. Hurriedly, he lifted the limb grasping the kunai and countered the one blade that headed for him as the older of the two spun around.
A sound of amusement unlatched itself from the rose-eyed male's throat as he stared over his shoulder at his partner, who was blocking the one blade with only one hand around the kunai. "Not bad."
"I'll try and take that as a compliment, not another statement to ruin my concentration, un." Deidara ground out, mouth opening briefly as the rest of the blades on the wing were forced onto the kunai.
Sasori noted how his associate was coerced to use both hands to hold the knife at the weight of all five blades pressing in on him. A sympathetic smile ghosted over the ash-rose-eyed man's lips as he lightly loosened the pressure on the wing, while at the same time swinging his left leg behind him to try and trip the blond.
The sculptor's eye locked onto the incoming foot, his body unconsciously acting in response.
"…!" The older of the pair's eyes widened and mouth opened in slight pain as the explosives specialist's own left foot crashed down onto the attacking one, twisting it into an angle with the right side of it pushed firmly into the dirt. "Watch it, brat! That is attached to a part of me that isn't made of wood!"
"Sorry, Danna, but I have no other choice." Deidara grinned, feeling the strength behind the wing falter somewhat.
"Let go!" The coral-red-haired member snarled, twisting his left arm around to clout his offender's face.
The powder-blue-eyed member released his left hand from the hilt of the kunai, reattaching its grip to the puppet master's wrist. The force from the attempt shook the younger member's body, making him wobble uneasily on his partner's ankle.
"That hurts, Deidara!"
Blue eyes looked up to meet with dangerous rose ones, a slight blush wandering up onto the bomb artist's face as he was reminded of the place Sasori was indicating. Damn, this is an awkward position…
"Move on three, brat. I mean it." The infamous puppeteer winced slightly as the baby-blue-eyed man shifted again on the joint, "One. Two…"
The newest member freed the captive wrist and ankle at the word "Three!", quickly moving his hand to avoid the sharp wings as the moonlit-eyed male turned around to regain his lost stability.
Sasori turned around slowly, head cocked to the side.
"We…aren't finished yet, are we, un?" The explosives specialist asked cautiously, face dropping as he was answered with a shake of the head. "Can't it just be hand-to-hand this time, un?"
"Yeah…" The rose-eyed member murmured, already walking over to his cloak.
"…Did I hurt you down there too badly, un?"
Sasori swiveled around, glaring into that glittering ice-blue pool. "If you're going to act like a smartass, Deidara, I suggest you act like one with someone else."
Laughter came softly out of the newest Akatsuki member, grinning. "Danna, you know those blades on your back react with your emotions, right?"
"Emotions?"
"Un. They fan out when you're angry. It's kinda cute."
"Cute?" The redhead's eyes narrowed in disgust. "The only things you might find cute are small animals exploding."
"Heh. Sure, un." Deidara watched as his partner draped the red cloud-scattered cloak around his body and slipped back into it.
"…Clean off your hand." The ash-rose-eyed male muttered, looking away. "Blood stains wood, and doesn't come out easily."
Deidara looked down at his wounded palm, noticing it had started dripping blood again. He smirked as he wiped it on his thigh, taunting, "You mean you'll have the urge to lick it off my hand, un?"
The older of the pair stepped back. "Of course not, brat. Stop with your perverted fantasies."
"Of course not, un." The bomb artist's eye rolled as he advanced forward.
"You didn't hurt your precious mouth there, did you?"
"No."
Sasori sighed, brushing off his arm while stating out, "Hurry up and come."
Turned off by the coral-redhead's insouciance, the sculptor flew forward, not bothering to try to swerve off to the side or above.
"Deidara…" The moonlit-eyed of the two started, allowing himself to leave the lecture unfinished as he remembered that this was the same man who had defeated him before by his unpredictability.
"Something…you want to say…Danna…?" Deidara asked when he was in front of his partner, turning around.
Ash-rose eyes widened at the sun-drenched blond's actions. The ex-Suna nin's arms instinctively crossed in front of him to create a shield. Before he knew it, he was skidding backwards on his feet, dust enveloping the area like a swarm of locusts.
"That's one hell of a kick you've got there, brat." He growled out, eyes only partially open to avoid the clouds.
The baby-blue-eyed of the pair smirked, turning to face his associate.
"Why do you kick backwards?"
Deidara paused for a few seconds. "I can do it forwards, un…I guess it's just more natural when I turn around…"
"Do it. Forward."
"Un…"
Sasori braced himself for impact as he saw the younger member speed forward, his eyes widening slightly as the blond's foot sent him backwards again, forcing him to twist in midair to land on his feet. "From now on, brat, use your hands."
"Yeah, yeah, un." The former shinobi of Iwa laughed softly at the sour face the puppeteer was making.
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"That was ruthless, Danna!" The younger of the pair complained, letting himself fall against the headboard of the bed in the hotel they were staying in.
"Your kicks were ruthless, idiot." The redhead shot back, leaning against the wall in front of the bed his partner had claimed.
"I only kicked you twice, once because you asked me to." Deidara snorted, wiping drops of sweat off his forehead. "You were at my throat throughout the whole spar!"
"What do you want me to do, baby you?"
"Snide and callous as ever, un…" The blue-eyed male sighed, holding up his right arm to inspect a particularly large bruise on the forearm.
Sasori uncrossed his arms and detached from the wall, striding over the sculptor and ordering, "Let me see your eye."
"Un?" The ex-Rock shinobi blinked, lowering his appendage and staring in confusion as his associate came closer.
The puppet master curled his lip slightly, glaring in disgust at the blond. "Your other eye. The one you claim can 'defeat the Sharingan.'"
Deidara flinched slightly, moving his limb to hold the hair in front of his left eye away, but was sparked to a stop by a sudden pain in the shoulder.
"Kami." The redhead bent down and brushed the waterfall of gold away himself, looking intensely at the second powder-blue eye. "It doesn't look like anything special."
"What do you want it to look like, un?" The golden-haired man muttered, averting his eyes to try and mask the pink tinge staining his cheeks. "Some mutated machine?"
"Of course not, brat." The puppeteer smirked slightly, blinking when he saw the other's mouth open, quickly shutting afterwards. "Yes?"
"I…want to hear it from your mouth, Danna," The blond murmured, eyes half-closed. "What you really are. You…aren't a monster, un."
The smirk imprinted itself on the redhead's lips again as he let the curtain of blond fall back over Deidara's eye, backing away. "I'm a failure. I'm not a human, and I'm not a puppet. Someone who tried to do something they could not."
Deidara watched as the puppet master walked away, muttering out to his partner's back, "Then the world's a failure too, un."
Sasori stopped.
"For creating such a failure," The bomb artist continued, his voice dull. "And making that failure call himself a failure when he's really not." He looked up to see the rose-eyed male standing over him, face stony.
The older of the two placed his hand on the other's uncovered cheek, mumbling out, "…I just don't understand you, Deidara…I'm probably over ten years older than you, I can't feel, and I treated you like crap when we first met…what goes through that stupid mind of yours…?"
"You really…have no idea about emotions…Danna…" Deidara smiled a bit, reaching up and hooking his arms around the other male's shoulders and dragging him down onto his lap.
"And how…do you know?"
"It's…instinct, un." The blond answered, half-expecting the platinum-eyed male to stand up and stalk away at any moment. "You used to have it as well, you know…until…you secluded yourself…un…"
"Really…" Sasori let his head relax on the other member's neck, moving his hand to the younger male's upper arm. "Then tell me…how you still love me."
"Because you're human, un."
A mellifluous snort of amusement escaped from the coral-red-haired man. "Funny, Deidara."
"It's only the truth, Danna." The bomb artist muttered, resting his chin on top of the red hair in front of him.
"Then explain."
Deidara let a sigh slip past him, eyes narrowing slightly before replying, "Look, Sasori no Danna, you have two legs, two arms, two hands, a head, two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth. Hell, you even have your–" He mentally shook his head, continuing with a faint blush singeing his cheeks, "And that's human enough for me, un."
"But I can't feel and I can't eat, fool…"
The golden-haired member ignored the name he had just been called, instead mumbling out, "You can feel, un."
"Don't be stupid," Sasori scorned, "I can't feel, and you–"
"I hate you."
Ash-rose eyes widened, the puppeteer backing up and staring at the angered face of his partner. "Wh…"
"I hate you, un!" Deidara snarled, ice-blue-eyes flashing.
Sasori stared, the pools of rose glittering with disbelief. "Deidara…"
"You don't get anything, and you're basically clueless in everything, un!" The sculptor continued. "Itachi would probably get half the things I say, and even Kisame no Danna–"
"If that's how you feel then why the hell do you try so hard for me, brat?!" The puppet master snapped back.
"Because I feel bad for you." Deidara replied coldly.
Pain embedded itself into the older man's already astonishment-drizzled irises, narrowed eyes widening as he was pulled back to the explosives specialist's chest.
"You felt that, right, un?" The blue-eyed male muttered, "In your heart, you felt pain, un?"
"…What a fucked up way of showing it to me, Deidara…" Sasori grated out, green-nailed digits constricting around the blonde's arm.
"I'm sorry, un," The younger member murmured, "There wasn't any other way of showing you…"
Sasori's eyes were half-closed as he mumbled out, "…This is a one-time event only, Deidara. I'm not going to let you do this ever again."
A sad sound appeared in amusement out of the younger man's throat. "So the saying goes that all great things last for only a few moments."
"And that's why…" The puppet master countered, "You should try and make them last for eternity."
"You just won't give up, will you?"
"Neither will you."
"Why should I, un?"
Sasori began to stand up to walk away, promptly jerked backwards so he was sitting once again on his partner's legs.
"You're not leaving, un." The baby-blue-eyed man hissed into the other's ear, his grasp on the redhead tightening.
"You're such a clingy brat, you know that?" The moonlit-eyed member growled in return. "You make me sick."
"Un, if I make you so sick, then why are you letting me do this?"
The coral-red-haired male remained silent, at a loss for words.
"…Your insults won't work anymore, Danna." The blue-eyed blonde's confident grin practically bled through his voice. He started to lightly nuzzle the side of the puppeteer's neck, a low rumbling emitting from his throat.
"No purring, Deidara."
"What?" Deidara's eyes widened slightly, pausing his actions.
"I said no."
Deidara glared downwards, a frown gracing his features. A hand brushed against the curtain of blond, fingers fusing with the bright color. The bomb artist looked up, ice-blue irises locking with ash-rose.
"…You're getting lazy with your hair." Sasori stated softly, digits finding a small snarl.
The sunlit-blond gazed into the silvery depths of the ex-Sand nin's eyes, leaning forward and gently pressing his lips against the other's.
"You need to stop," The redhead murmured, pulling back. "This can't be like before, Deidara, and that means you can't try and express your emotions towards me at every moment you can."
"I know it can't be like before, un," Deidara mumbled in return, "But no one's here…what's the damage…?"
"You'll get used to it…and we'll get caught again…"
"As if…you still think I'm the same as before, un…?"
"And if I do? It's going to take a lot more than just saying you've changed to convince me you actually have."
"Then there is no way to convince you, you stubborn asswipe."
"Heh." Sasori let his head press against the other man's shoulder. "Deidara…I found out the reason why I like being in your arms, you know."
"Un? You said it was because you felt safe." The blond blinked.
A half-smirk half-smile twisted the puppet master's lips. "Of course not, you idiot. Obviously that was a lie."
"Then what is the reason, un?"
"You kinda…smell like my mother."
The explosives specialist stared at his associate doubtfully. "But I thought you didn't remember your parents."
"Call it nostalgia."
"And you're saying I smell like a woman."
"And act."
"Un, and you smell like a rotted, dead tree in a burned out forest."
"Whatever makes you happy."
"…Does that mean you only love me because I remind you of your mother, un?"
"Is that what you think?"
"It's hard to tell with you."
"Then you need to work on your insight."
"Then how would you read it, since you have such great insight, un?"
"Why are you so angry? You only 'love' me because I'm an artist."
"Wh-What? No, you–"
"It's blatantly obvious, brat."
Deidara's eyes narrowed, his mind barely registering the movement of the puppeteer. Sasori had escaped his grasp and was walking away.
"Danna, stay with me tonight, un…" The blond murmured, eyes widening as the other shook his head.
"I told you before, I'm not sleeping with you."
"But Danna–!"
"No." The puppeteer began his walk away again.
"But isn't this what you want, un?!" Deidara quickly caught the fleeing Sasori by his abdomen, arms tightly wrapped around him. "What you've always wanted…?" His face pressed lightly into the redhead's back.
The older member's eyes narrowed. "What I desire…is none of your business…Deidara." Emerald-coated nails gently uncoiled the appendages, their owner continuing to saunter away. "…Get to sleep."
"Yes, Danna…" The bomb artist mumbled in defeat.
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Shadows were drizzled around the room as Sasori made his way back to his associate. His right hand pushed aside the long, gold bang and cupped the cheek as he stood next to the head of the mattress.
"Damn them…these feelings…" He mumbled, his lips slowly descending to meld with the other pair.
The younger man's eyes fluttered open, left hand unconsciously moving up to the silver-eyed male's right shoulder. "Danna…?"
The hand cradling the blond's face drew back to drag the one on the puppet master's shoulder off, fingers intertwining with the other's. Sasori lifted his head, moonlit eyes misty. "I'm right here, Deidara."
"Danna…" Deidara's eyes brightened slightly. "You have a pretty name, you know…Sa-so-ri…un…"
"You," The ash-rose-eyed male murmured, "Will not lean on me anymore. Is that clear?"
"Un…I get it, Sasori no Danna…" The baby-blue-eyed member mumbled back.
"…Then tell me…" The former nin of the Sand's voice was only above a whisper, "Why do I still have these feelings for you…?"
A grin curled at the ex-Iwa nin's lips, the fingers caught by fingers tightening their grasp. "…What a stupid question…"
"I need to know…why no matter how many times I turn my back on you…I always end up turning back around…"
"How should I know?" The bomb artist laughed softly, sitting up. "It's your problem, after all, un."
"…" The puppet master gazed away from his associate's face before murmuring out, "…Why do people fall in love?"
The newest member looked perplexed for a few moments until his lips curved upwards in a half-sad smirk.
"To fulfill their own selfish desires of what they want most."
Yes. Dei does have an insane kick. At least, in GNTEX2 (he freaking kicked me across the stage right before I defeated him). Sai has a pretty decent kick, too, but whatever.
So, um, yeah, probably some OOC moments in here...don't kill me.
Mm, and there might be grammar and/or spelling mistakes...I'm being pressured by stupid homework and everything (lol, a whole packet on violence for health! Joy. Oh, and watching one of my classmates sniff sugar, but you don't want to know about that.).
～Arrina