AN: I don't own Naruto or any of its' characters.

It seemed like only yesterday he had picked the boy off from the streets and brought him into the Akatsuki. It seemed like only yesterday that same boy was the one running to his arms with tear filled eyes as a storm raged on outside. It seemed like only yesterday...

…Okay, so maybe he was being a little overdramatic about all of this.

But Deidara had just turned 10 only a few days ago, and Sasori hated it. Not because the boy was impolite, or bratty…Or anything like that, but because as the boy grew, Sasori knew he was growing closer to the day that he would finally have to give him up.

The red haired man smiled as he watched the boy create his sculptures- such beautiful, well crafted ones at that. It was always such a shame to see him explode them only minutes after they had been made.

"Deidara…Why do you insist on blowing these up?" He asked the boy as he took one of the already made sculptures into his hand, examining it.

The boy blinked, his blue eyes flickering over to the red haired man, "I told you, Sasori no Danna, un." He started, "Because they're works of art." He smiled, clearly content with his explanation.

"But…" Sasori started, "Art is meant to be everlasting…How can you appreciate it if you're just exploding it, never to be seen again?" He asked questioningly, turning another sculpture around in his hand, examining it as he allowed the blonde to speak.

The boy didn't answer, to wrapped up in his work to notice what Sasori was saying. He didn't like arguing about his art…Right now, anyways. He'd prove his point later. As he finished up, he looked over at Sasori, clearly eager to get started with his training.

The red haired man laughed, "Alright…Alright, lets go." He said as he lead the boy outside, wondering if letting a 10 year old handle explosives was such a good idea…

…Ehh, who was he kidding, the boy was more skilled in explosives than all of them put together. Sasori shook himself out of his thoughts, going to the back where they could train without a problem, "Alright, Deidara." He said as he took his stance, drawing out the chakra from his hands, attaching the strands to the puppet he had polished up especially for their training. "You know what to do."

The boy nodded, drawing out a clay sculpture as Sasori started his own movements, moving his fingers as the puppet charged towards him, jumping back whenever it would get too close, much like a real enemy would. He ran, taking the biggest jump he could, before hurling the clay sculpture straight at the puppet. "One…" He muttered to himself as he landed back down onto the ground, "Two…" He clasped his hands together, "Three! Katsu!" He yelled out as the sculpture just barely grazed past the puppet, exploding, leaving a large trail of smoke. He looked around, seeing no sign of Sasori, or the puppet.

Just then, a voice spoke, "Don't let your guard down, kid. How many times do I have to tell you that?" He asked, as he directed the puppet, one arm holding Deidara tightly against it's body, the other up in the air, its' hand curled against his neck as if it were holding a kunai. Of course, it wasn't, yet anyways. He'd save that sort of training for when the boy got a little older.

The blonde sighed, Sasori had managed to catch him every time with that one. "I'm never going to get this right, un…" He muttered, clearly disappointed.

"Now, that's no way to talk." Sasori scolded slightly to get his point across, "If you think that way, you're right, you'll never get it right then." He said, letting Deidara out of the puppets grasp, "You'd be better off just giving up."

The boy looked up at Sasori, frowning slightly, looking back down.

Sasori smiled, placing a hand on his head, "Unfortunately, I'm not going to let you give up." He started, "Now come on, I know you made more than just one of those, lets try again." He said as they both went back to their normal positions.

Hours had passed as their training continued, and as the boy exploded the last sculpture, he looked like he was about ready to pass out. Sasori laughed, "Come on, kid." He said, hoisting the boy onto his back, mainly because he had grown too big to carry the normal way, "I think that's enough for today." He finished as he made his way back to the Lair.

Deidara, in the mean time had his arms slung around Sasori's neck, resting his chin on one of his shoulders, "…Sasori no Danna, un?" He asked questioningly as they walked, peering over his shoulder at the older man.

"Hm?" He answered, turning his head slightly, "What is it?"

"…How are babies made?" He asked out of the blue.

Sasori practically choked on air as he stopped in mid step, trying to comprehend what the boy just asked. Maybe he just heard him wrong…Yeah, that had to be it. "…What?" He asked, just to be sure.

"How are babies made, un." He repeated again. Sasori twitched slightly, "You'll learn when you're older, Deidara." He said quickly, starting his walking pace again, but the boy only protested against his words.

"But I asked Itachi-san the same thing…" He whined, "And he told me you'd tell me! Come on, Sasori no Danna, un!"

Sasori coughed, clearing his throat, "Deidara…Remember when I told you not to trust things Itachi tells you?" He asked.
The boy nodded.

"Now is one of those times." Sasori said, continuing to walk. The boy sighed, "But…"

"Fine." Sasori started, "They come from…" He stopped, trying to think for a moment, what was the old tale that parents would tell their children…? Something about a bird…Oh! Of course! "The stork brings a child to a new waiting family."

Deidara looked blankly at Sasori, clearly not amused with his answer, seeing right through it, "That's not what Itachi-san said, un. He told me that it had something to do with a man and a women getting really close to one another, and that there's lots of screaming…It sounds like it hurts, un." The boy stopped, looking at Sasori, "…Does it, un?"

Sasori swore his face turned about 5 different shades of red. Oh good lord, he was going to murder Itachi's ass the moment he found him. "Deidara…" He coughed lightly, "It's a very…Complicated process…That you won't understand until you're older. Much, much older."

"But…Sasori no Danna, un. It didn't sound complicated when Itachi told me…" He sighed, pouting slightly, "Why won't you tell me, un? Do you even know, un?"

Sasori twitched slightly, why must children be so full of questions? "Of course I know, Deidara." He grumbled.

"Then why won't you tell me, un!" He groaned, clearly growing frustrated with this argument. "I really want to know, un!" He tried again, clinging tighter to Sasori for effect, "Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaase, un?" He asked, hugging him tightly.

Sasori tried his hardest to just ignore him right then, but his plan was failing miserable the minute the boy hugged him. Damn him and using that cute, child innocence on him. "Why do you want to know so badly for, Deidara?" He asked, "Better yet…What possessed you to ask such a question anyways?"

The boy stopped for a moment, thinking, "Well…Itachi-san had this magazine in his room and-…" Sasori suddenly paled, looking at him again.

"…Itachi had a…Magazine? Did you find it on your own…? Deidara, you know you're not supposed to go into Itachi's room…"

The boy shook his head, his blonde hair whipping from his face, "No, un! Itachi-san showed me when I asked him! I didn't go into his room without permission, I swear un!" He said quickly, defending himself. "Itachi-san told me it was okay!"

"…Itachi…" Sasori twitched, trying to form the words, "Itachi…Showed you that magazine?" Sasori asked, clearly realizing just what kind of magazine the boy was talking about now.

The boy nodded. "…So will you tell me now, un?" He asked again, clearly eager.

…Sasori's mind was suddenly made up. If he had to do this, he'd make sure Itachi had to go through hell and back with him as well.

"We'll wait until Itachi gets back from his mission." Sasori nodded, leading the boy back into the lair.

This is going to be one hell of a day…

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