Disclaimer: Idea goes to Lilicat93 Misses Heath Leger or whatever her new name is now, Deidara and Sasori are owned (and abused god damnit why did they have to both die!), the lemon is owned by all the lemon fangirls, so I really only own Dr. Nagarashi… oh wait I don't own him either… so yeah… see that 'w' halfway down the page? I own that !

A young blonde shifted uncomfortably on the chair while a stoic redhead stood next to him as Dr. Nagarashi walked in. "What seems to be the problem, um… Mr. Deidara?"

Deidara shifted again. "I have a splinter up my prostate."

"What?"

The blonde repeated. "I have a splinter up my prostate."

Dr. Nagarashi's jaw hung open, "How in the world did this happen? No one in the world is that erotic!"

The red head growled and pulled up a sleeve revealing a wooden arm, "That's how."

"What was your arm doing that far up his--!"

"I turned my self into a puppet, asshole!" He yelled, "A wooden puppet."

"Oh… but then how did you too…"

He groaned, "Apparently I'm a very well made puppet."

~Owari… or is it??~