Disclaimer: I Don't Own Naruto. Damn.
A/N: So here it is darlings, chapter two. Hope it explains some things. If there are any questions or some aspects that you feel I haven't explained, don't hesitate to message me! I'll need to write it into chapter 3 or rewrite this chapter!
The sun had set hours ago but still the two companions pushed on through the thick growth of trees. The pair had started slowly at first. The smaller of the two hadn't used this body since it had been created and so was getting used to the various contraptions he had set into it. The taller, blonde haired man was tired after the climb up the mountain and the pain in his arm was beginning to turn from a dull ache to shooting pain whenever the limb was jolted.
Sensing his partner's discomfort, the red head slowed down the pace, stopped in a small clearing and turned to the other.
"Deidara, we'll rest here for the night." After no reply from the other he added, speaking slightly louder this time, "Brat!"
So called brat turned his head and opened his mouth to answer with a witty comment, but thought better of it and simply sat down. Pulling off the dirty cloak he'd been sporting for who knows how long, the blonde started to properly inspect the wounded arm. Wincing, he felt along the bone and could tell he'd done some serious damage in that battle against the Uchiha.
"Hey Sasori-Danna. Could you look at this for me?" Deidara knew that Sasori was better at such delicate tasks then himself. He would probably do more harm then good if he continued inspecting the injury.
Without answering, Sasori moved to the other's side and seated himself there, taking hold of the younger boy's arm.
"Hey Danna! Careful, un!" As an instinctive reaction, the blonde tugged away from the tight grip of the smaller man but only succeeded in causing himself more pain.
"Brat, if you hold still this won't take up our valuable time." Sasori's words were harsh but couldn't be truer. The two were running on a tight schedule and if they were to complete step three of the plan in time, there could not be any mistakes.
If Sasori remembered correctly, Deidara was the worst timekeeper he'd ever met. If the artist wasn't so keen on blowing himself up, Sasori would be sure that the blonde would be late for his own funeral.
Deidara sat in silence watching his Danna's fingers ever so gently probe the sensitive flesh and bone of his arm, hissing faintly whenever the wooden fingers would push too deep or scratch unintentionally.
Sasori finished inspecting the damage and frowned. Deidara had managed to fracture the bone in at least three places. The puppet could also tell that the injury had gone untended for some time.
"You'll need to see Kakuzu about this, brat."
"When we get there I'll ask him, un."
"You know their location?"
"Of course. After that bitch and the hag got to you the mission carried on smoothly, un. Everything is as it should be."
Sasori was slightly shocked to hear his usually incredibly immature partner talk so professionally. Had the kid finally grown-up? Where was the bratty behaviour he'd come to expect from the blonde?
"Of course, Hidan almost fucked it all up, but hey, what can you do? Un. Not everyone can be as brilliant as me."
Sasori snorted inwardly. Of course not, how could he expect Deidara to ever mature?
Releasing the blonde's arm, the puppet shuffled away from his partner and lay with his back against a tree trunk. He thought heard Deidara move to the other side of the tree, but in the darkness he couldn't be sure. Dark brown eyes began to stare at the clear skies. The stars were no different now to how they had been when he was a child. Sasori could remember staring out of his bedroom window, wondering how the stars never seemed to stop shining.
'They will burn for all eternity, Sasori.' His Grandmother would say whenever she caught him gazing at them.
'What an ironic thing.' Sasori thought, 'an action as fleeting and destructive as burning, lasting forever. I wonder what Deidara would think of that.'
Gradually, Sasori's thoughts drifted from the past to their current mission. Each of their so called 'deaths' were a painful yet necessary action for the Akatsuki to proceed with their plans. Everything had been planned for months in advance. Even Deidara had been prepared for it instead of his usually spontaneous and usually less-then-successful methods.
Leader's Grand Master Plan simply consisted of allowing the Hidden Villages to 'kill' off the Akatsuki members, believing themselves to be safe from the threat of the group of missing nins. Then when the Five Ninja Nations were peaceful and their guard most relaxed, the Akatsuki would strike with deadly force. Using the power of the tailed beasts they'd already captured and the unique skills of the members, it was impossible for their plan to fail. Besides, Leader-Sama was already in control of Amegakure and considering he was revered as a God, he could easily recruit extra support if needed.
Closing his eyes against the blinking dots of light that were scattered in a seemingly random pattern across the sky, Sasori wrapped his coat tighter around his shoulders, an old habit he'd picked up when he still had a human body. He could hear his partner's steady breathing and assumed Deidara was asleep.
Idly, Sasori traced the outside of his heart container with a finger as his mind sank into the deep meditative state that was the closest the puppet could get to sleep.
The stars looked on as two of the most feared ninjas in the bingo book settled down to rest. Twinkling innocently, they shone their light over the pair in a gesture some might deem too kind for the two murders. But the tiny, seemingly insignificant pin-pricks shone nonetheless, helping to guide Deidara and Sasori into a dreamless night.
Pointless A/N: I have come to realise that my writing style comes from the fact that I study drama. In our drama essays we have to describe our actions and facial expression in great detail, so I think it has been embedded into me! So if you don't like my writing style, blame GCSE drama! Sorry, that was a little random… Review?