~Beautiful Art~

Yuki and Deidara were still walking around the museum. They had viewed half the art work already and Deidara spoke loudly about his opinion scaring any wondering male's eyes. He was even got to the point of holding her hand and acting like any other couple would. She seemed to enjoy is company laughing and giggling at the comments he made.

She almost didn't see the painting sitting near the opening of the building. It was well hidden hardly one you notice when first entering. It was meant to stay hidden from curious eyes. One meant to greet the people and be quickly forgotten.

It would of have been a lie to say that Yuki hardly looked up at it when she first entered the building. She had been so nervous, curious as to why she had to appear at even like this instead of enjoying her night curdled up with a good book.

Now that her nervous were gone and she walked by the pictures a few time she got curious. Deidara always seemed a rush every time they passed a picture a low growl from the bottom of his throat. He would drag her away. Still she finally managed a chance to check the picture.

The art was simple. Simply designed and simply structured. It wasn't meant to stand out, but express. The picture was completely painted black with a cat like mask on the bottom. The mask itself had stolen all the details the picture lacked; decorated with blue markings around it, underneath the black painted eyes was a little red. More red was used for the red ribbon that held the mask, sleek and untouched. Next to the mask was a reflection of the same mask but broken chipped and worn out, the painted mark worn out. The red ribbon looked more like blood even if it looked torn.

It was a painful picture to look at, some many words expressed but so many unexpressed. She was curious who the artist was and if he or she had more art like the one before her. She took a step closer to read the name, but Deidara held her back.

He was glaring at the art, an angry scowl on his face. His nose scrunched up, his eyebrows knotted together angrily, a bitter look on his face. He seemed to hate this piece more than the other art in the building.

"It is very lovely," she spoke in a hush whisper shaking her arms away from Deidara. She didn't like being pushed around. She moved closer again to read the artist name.

Deidara crossed his arms over his chest and snorted, "Yeah, it isn't explosive," he grumbled.

Yuki stared at the blond she opened her mouth about to tell him that all art doesn't have to be explosive. Before the words could escape a couple of squealing girls rushed past them and ran to the lobby.

She watched as a small coward of people gathering at the Lobby, "What is going on?" she asked Deidara. She watched a couple of men she recognized from a few parties she went to, they seemed conversing about something. She caught a few words, "Uchiha," "speech" and "pompous jerk".

"The Uchiha is going to make a speech," Sasori said. Yuki jumped a bit spook that Sasori seemed to have appeared behind her. She clutched her hand to her chest and stared at Sasori questionable, "The Uchiha, feels it his duty as part of the Akatsuki to make a speech thanking all the contributors and guest for coming to the grand opening,"

"Oh," Yuki said. She came here because her brother couldn't make it and wanted Yuki to make an appearance and show that the Hunnutsuka clan were still involved in social events. She looked thoughtful for a moment this would also be a great time to see who the Uchiha was. Deidara always complained about the mysterious man, "Deidara would you mind watching with me?" She questioned. It was going to be boring and she would need the company.

Deidara stared at her nervous, he glared at Sasori but the red head ignored the glare and went on ahead. Yuki followed his lead. The blond should make up his mind soon enough. She began thinking about the Uchiha curious how man looked.

With how Deidara spoke of man she saw a tubby man with hair loss on top of his head. He was old and geeky looking and rude. She wrinkled her nose at the thought when she joined the eager people and glanced in front of her at the podium. Deidara stood right next to her deciding to join her.

She smiled at the blond man grateful he decided to join her. Sasori stood behind her uninterested.