~Don't mention the Uchiha~
It seemed like the young female was enjoying the Deidara's company. Her flirtatious giggles when Deidara seemed to give his opinion on the art, was a hint.
They weren't every nice many of the times, him insulting the piece. Explaining to Yuki why the picture just wasn't worth looking at or even worth putting in the museum. He even insulted the Uchiha when he had the chance, anything to bring down the jerk from his high horse. After all it was the said jerk that picked the pieces
"The Akatsuki's really let that jerk pick the piece of art, to put in the museum," he sounded bitter, "I am the artist I should have a say what goes in hmm," they were staring at one piece of art that was drawn to have holes in it.
Yuki had to admit it wasn't the most entertaining piece of art. She looked dully at the artist name and glanced at Deidara as he continued speaking. An angry scowl on his face, he stared at the piece and the piece next to it (a picture of nails) and continued speaking.
"This is not art, the Uchiha thinks he knows what art is because of gray and white is a classy color," he put his fingers up in quotation marks, "It isn't art if doesn't show explosion un," he looked at Yuki waiting for her to speak.
Yuki opened her mouth then shut it, she started at the dull picture, the black painted holes looking empty and deprived of emotions, "They aren't the most interesting pieces here," she settled with. Another question had been nagging on her head, "Who is the Uchiha?" Deidara mentioned him enough she got curious.
Deidara stared at Yuki, he looked thought for a second. He was regretting mentioning the Uchiha in front of her. Yuki like most girls would most likely fall for Itachi's attractive good looks. Though she seemed too clever to fall for looks alone; still the last thing the blond wanted was to have Yuki fall for the Uchiha.
"The Uchiha…." he spoke slowly as they began walking to look at more art, he rubbed the back of his neck. "The Uchiha is a jerk un," that was true. Deidara found the Itachi to be a huge jerk.
She stared at him curiously as Deidara continued speaking, "he has a stick up his ass and always think he his right and will insult you if you are wrong," the words began spilling, "he doesn't really date because he thinks he is too good for people. He doesn't even talk to people either again stick up his ass. He has the I-am-to-good-for-you attitude and likes to avoid people and hide in the shadows," those were all true statement of the Uchiha, maybe the Uchiha was digging his own grave.
"He doesn't sound very pleasant," Yuki spoke as they moved to another piece of art.
"He isn't hmm," Deidara chuckled, "I like to think he watches anime porn when we aren't looking. He is a lonelely son of a bitch hmm," Deidara chuckled that would keep Yuki away from the Uchiha.
Yuki only winced at Deidara cursing she wasn't a fan of curse words. She would often fight with people that did choose to curse in front of her. She will let it pass, she didn't want to argue.
"I think you sound a lot better than the Uchiha," she spoke kindly and looked back at the art piece they had been staring at it. It had a spot of red just made to look like blood. She only wrinkled her nose at the picture and continued on walking.
Deidara followed her, his long legs talking large strides he catching up to Yuki small steps. She smiled gently at Deidara as they continued on walking.
"Let's forget about the Uchiha," he said, he liked that smile.
"I agree," she said, "you still have to show me around," she flirted a bit.
"Who else will," he winked at her took her to a more exciting part of the museum, or at least art with color.