Chapter 2
"Bag number 37! Number 37! Whose bag is this!?" Screamed the old man in his raspy voice which seemed to annoy a lot of people as his voice resembled the sound of nails screeching on a chalkboard.
"Mine, un! It's mine!" The blond hurried to the old geezer to grab his wooden traveling wheel bag, pushing through the gargantuan mass of people.
"Be quick boy! I've got a job to do" with that being said, he shoved the bag into the blonde's hands.
"Tsk, rude much?" Deidara mumbled under his breath before yet again pushing against the tide of travelers flowing in to retrieve their bags. So far his experience wasn't that great.
Once he had finally gotten out of the train, he stood in awe as he was able to take in all of his surroundings. Now don't get him wrong, he's been to plenty of train stations because that was his main means of transportation in Japan but something about this place was different. It was as if he had traveled back in time. The infrastructure, the people, everything.
The walls of the station were made of carmine colored bricks with a hint of tangerine mixed in places. The shops close to the trains weren't the average ones you'd see everywhere, they were just tents lined in a perfectly straight line, every seller had what you would call a 'stall' , it was just one after another and they all sold a plethora of different items. The way the items were placed on display, from the distance it seemed like an explosion of color which was rather overwhelming. Plus, all the items seemed to be antique, something tourists would purchase as a souvenir for their relatives back home. From lockets to miniature copies of the monuments of Romania to puppets and sculptures…wait sculptures?
The blondsmirked, 'sculptures huh? Well let's see how well these 'sculptures' have been made' he smirked. You see, it is true this blond fellow did do a job in a renowned finance firm but he was also a talented artist, and that was something he took pride in and didn't mind showing of- I mean didn't mind bestowing his 'professional' opinion on other rookie artist, which for Deidara was everyone but himself. Thus, with confidence as high as the eye can see, he walked over to a stall, completely forgetting he had to collect his travel bag; he picked up one of the sculptures and looked at it critically.
"Sir, are you the artist of all the items displayed here?" He asked the man standing behind the stall.
"Nah sweetheart, we have a artist hired to make them" he replied as he twirled his perfectly curled black mustache around his finger with a voice laced with boredom.
"Firstly, please refrain from calling me 'sweetheart'" he grimaced, "and secondly, these sculptures don't seem to be sculpted correctly, I can see many cracks. These types of cracks are only present when the artist doesn't make the base strong. Furthermore, the painting, ugh! Don't even get me started on the paint job!"
"Look toots, if ya' don't wanna buy then don't buy, if ya' wanna buy then buy. Don't waste ma' time telling me this sorta' stuff cuz I, frankly ain't interested"
"But then no one's going to buy any of your stuff! Besides, tourists come here for the first time, don't you want them to think Romania is blessed with amazing artists who know how to do their job properly!? Un!" …. "Even though that can be possible since I'm in Japan…" He flipped his hair in pride.
"ehhh!? You some sort of artist?!" He looked up from his half lidded eyes, trying to show some sort of interest in the conversation.
"Huh?! Some sort of artist!? Sir, you mean to tell me you've never seen this face before?!" he gestures towards his face.
"Nope"
Deidara scowled, "My name is Deidara Inugawa! World renowned artist!? Won international competitions, has his own art gallery!? Come on, you must of heard of me!"
"Nope, doesn't ring a bell. The only artist that's "world renowned" here is Sasori Akasuna"
"ugh! My business with you here is done" he growled and put the sculpture back in its place. Akasuna Sasori, boy did he hate that name! Everywhere he went it was 'oh! Your art isn't as amazing as his!' Deidara stomped, as if anyone's art could be better than his? Especially not the work of that that sorry excuse of an artist!
He's seen his work before, it wasn't anything unique! He didn't understand how these simpletons thought that was art! Their eyes weren't seeing clearly if they loved Akasuna's work! ... Great! Now he was in a bad mood!
"Bag number 37!" His thoughts were interrupted by a horrid voice, he covered his ears as he turned to see the source, how could any human sound this bad? He scowled but when he saw the source holding his bag, he hurried to the old geezer.
So that was how he got to where he was. He sighed, time to exit this joint. His travel bag followed as he proceeded to what seemed to him to be the exit.
The red head threw away the dirty rag with which he had been cleaning with for the past hour. Finally it had been completed. He sighed but what was the point of cleaning it and spending so much time here when he was going to make another puppet tomorrow?
"Didn'tthink that one through, did you Sasori" He said to no one in particular.
He glanced at the only window of the room to see that this time there wasn't any ray of sunlight trying to come inside, night had fallen. The red head's scowl turned into a smirk.
"Time for dinner I suppose" So he exited the room he was in, dashed down from the stairs, grabbed his long black woolen coat and took his leave.
"What are we having today?" he grinned, a mischievous glow present in his eyes.
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