A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers, I'm new on FanFiction, so I'm not really heard of (dhurr)
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers, I'm new on FanFiction, so I'm not really heard of (dhurr). Petite-Neko, this IS my first Fanfic, so I'm super-nervous and your reviews are calming me down a bit, and thanks for your support, Gravestone! TaYTaY-saMa, here's the chapter I promised you guys (thanks for reviewing x D ). JayJay-chan, you are awesome, and yes I will keep feeding you. I think I overdid the fluff in the last chapter, haha, but I loved writing the Hidan part. And hello Okami-chan, my awesome friend from DA and school, never knew you had a fanfiction account, desu As disturbing as it is, I kind of think Zetsu's cool… and now I feel bad for making him wear tighty-whities. I'm so sorry, Zetsu-san! D :
Zetsu: As long as you give me people to eat, you are spared. That or you wear Hidan's boxers on your head in the presence of all the reviewers.
Me: Eeeew, Zetsu-san has sick humor.
Zetsu: You want to lose an arm?? No, we can remove her head. Yes…Point Taken.
Me: Yes, Zetsu-sempai! I mean, No, Zetsu-Sempai! –stuffs boxers on head- There!
Zetsu: . . . We meant over your face, not on your head. Boxers aren't hats, you know.
Deidara: Un!
Me: Who's side ARE you on!?
Deidara: The side that doesn't eat people if I side with them. –scoots over to Zetsu-
Me: . . .Deidara, you're mean.
Hidan: Writer-bitch, tell me those aren't mine on your head.
Me: Ummm….LOOK! A DISTRACTION! –points at Deidara-
Deidara: I know I'm good looking, un, but Hidan's not that stupid of an asshole to buy that, un.
Hidan: You know, for once I actually agree with blondie. But I'm wayyyy sexier than you, asswipe. –winks-
Deidara: WHY YOU— -sliceslicesliceslice-
Me: AHHH! Deidara-san! Don't go cutting off people's heads with kitchen knives! We cook with those! I don't want to get AIDS.
Deidara: Well fine, un. Why don't YOU hold him. –tosses Hidan head to Parasol-chan—
Me: Ewwwww, I'm not touching that…. –hands head to Zetsu—
Zetsu: -drools- (Is very hungry)
Hidan: Um. Plant-man, you'd better not be thinking what I think you're thinking. I'm fucking unhealthy…WHAT THE FUCK, THE BASTARD LICKED MY EYE.
Deidara/Me: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL -shot-
SPOILER: written in memory of Sasori and Deidara
LISTENING TO: Pain - by Three Day's Grace
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Deidara and Sasori would have been makin' out like kittens all through volumes 28-32.
NOTICE: PeinxKonan a bit, I love that pairing…
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Marionette Phase:Tempo
" Dance my puppet, to the beat of my demanding foot, the claps of the audience. They admire you, Madonna! Show them, my stringed beauty… "
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Deidara woke with a stiff feeling in his stomach. "Owwww, un. It feels like I hit something hard, un…" he said groggily, opening his eyes a fraction. The brightness room pierced his eyes as he struggled to adjust, slitting his eyes and widening them like that of a camera lens. His azure eyes fell to the 'hard object' lying on his stomach. He stifled a gasp at the sight.
Sasori's head was resting on his bare chest, the puppet master's arms wrapped around his waist tightly. Deidara, blushing furiously, tried to pry off the stiff arms, only to be hugged tighter. Deidara hung his head over Sasori's sleeping figure, long silky blonde hair lightly grazing unkempt crimson-colored one. Deidara sighed. It was better not to pry Sasori off anyhow, he kind of liked the awkward position he was placed in. Besides, the redhead looked rather comfortable.
Deidara's eyes flew to a rough, brown folder-like object lying on the edge of 'his' bed. A calligraphy brush was lying lazily on its surface, traces of paint could still be seen on its horsetail tip. Curiosity getting the better of him, he leaned over Sasori's chest-hugging figure, careful not to push the sleeping figure off the mattress. Fingertips brushing the folder-like object's cover, Deidara leaned a little further and grasped the book with a pale hand. "C'mon...little further..." Success!
"A sketchbook?" Deidara questioned to himself. Flipping several pages in random order, he found that all the pictures had something in common. They were all sketches and design scans for Sasori's puppets. His breath was taken away by the art, however. He never expected the Suna nin to be such a skilled artist. The brush strokes were all fairly simple, and the colors kept quite simple. Footnotes were scrawled messily at certain limbs, indicating what each limb concealed, where poison was stored, how the puppet would correspond to attacking and defending of the opponent.
A certain page caught Deidara's eye. "This is…"
Staring down at the breathtaking page, an odd feeling struck him like a whip of lightning. He knew the contents of the page all to well. After all, it was him. He knew his own face anywhere, and he was quite surprised how Sasori knew his clothing size, all the way down to his underwear… His face burned at the sudden realization.
"Danna? One question, un."
"…"
"Why'd you hide Hidan's limbs in my underwear closet, un?"
So that was it. His eyes flew to the kimono design that the puppet master had illustrated for 'his' puppet. All the kimono's layers were snow-white, including the tight obi that would wrap around the chest, binding the kimono to the body. It was simple, but beautiful at the same level.
"Do you like it?"
Deidara jumped, nearly dropping the breathtaking book of designs in his hands. Sasori, now 'wide-awake' smirked at him, sitting in Indian-style beside him on the twin-sized mattress, a cheek propped against the backside of his hand.
"I don't know whether I'm ever going to have a chance to make it though. I honestly don't think Pein-sama would ever allow me to transform you, as much fun as it would be." Sasori grinned maliciously here. "I have performed transformations where my victims were perfectly conscious."
Deidara began to scoot away from the puppet master, setting the sketchbook down on the floor as he did so. The Suna nin shrugged and slipped off the wrinkled bedsheets, reaching for the scroll that contained Hiruko (piled neatly with several scrolls containing his other puppets). "You should prepare yourself also."
"Um…Danna, why were you sleeping on my bed, un?"
"Brat, I was resting my eyes. I don't sleep. I don't need to sleep. And that was my bed you were sleeping on."
"OH." Deidara felt his face burn (again), bowing his head down to hide the blush. He honestly could not deny that he did have a small…some sort of feeling for Sasori, and it was bad enough that it was growing. "I need to talk to someone," he said aloud, rather flatly. Maybe Konan. 'Cause she's a girl, and girls were usually always free, and had a wider emotional range than men. Not to mention, they didn't have manhoods. At least the one he was stuck with didn't... Wait. She didn't, RIGHT??
"What?" Sasori blinked at him, holding the door open with a stiff hand, Hiruko's scroll in the other.
Deidara returned his stare with a sheepish one, pausing his thoughts about leader sama's blue-haired partner's sexuality. "It's nothing, Sasori-Danna, un."
The puppet master nodded dismissively at his partner's words. Deidara could be queer sometimes ,but Sasori did not deny that the blonde was intriguing. He was still curious about the waterfall of blonde hair that covered the Iwa nin's left eye. "What's there to hide, anyways…? He has a pretty face…" Sasori murmured. The puppet master decided to wave his thoughts away, he should be more focused on the mission. The mission was more important, even though it was quite ridiculous.
"Sasori-Danna, I'm ready, un!" Deidara announced, tipping his organization headwear over his head, the Akatsuki cloak's collar covering his smile. Sasori nodded approvingly at his partner as the duo trailed out the halls to meet up with Kisame and Itachi. Deidara, however, could not block out the thoughts that were invading his thoughts…the picture…the unfinished puppet lying on Sasori's side of the room. They all began to make perfect sense. Uncanny sense.
"Sasori-san?"
"What is it brat? No 'un' or 'Danna' this time?"
"Un… Why did you want to make a puppet from me?"
Sasori paused in his tracks, he slowly turned his head to face his partner's questioning stare. His ash-rose eyes slitted mockingly, lips curved into his signature smirk. He beckoned the Iwa nin to come closer with a wave of a ringed hand. Eager to drink in a reason, Deidara inched closer to his partner until they were merely inches apart, breath brushing the other's soft cheek, causing the redhead to tremble slightly at the contact.
Sasori leaned in to his partner's ear. "Because…I think you're pretty."
Deidara was struck solid, his superior's hot breath still lingering in his ear. 'What did he just say, un?' he thought frantically. 'He's got to be kidding…' Deidara took a few steps away from a smug looking Sasori, trying his very best to consume all the information just fed to him. It wasn't possible. He wasn't that feminine, now was he? At least say handsome--
"Yo, puppet-boy and blondie!" a cheerful voice said from behind the two. Sasori turned his head to face a blissful-looking Kisame and a solemn Itachi. Both were already dressed in their Akatsuki cloaks. "We're going to Konohagakure, chaps."
"What's a 'chap', Danna, un?" Deidara questioned.
Sasori shrugged at the question, "How would I know? It sounds like something that fits Hidan perfectly, though." Kisame let out a low chuckle, as he patted the confused blonde nin with a great blue hand.
From down the hall in the room Hidan and Kakuzu shared, a loud sneeze could be heard.
Itachi frowned. "Kisame, we should be leaving."
"Okay, okay."
"You bought the casual wear I requested, yes? We must take all measures to remain unsuspicious. You recall what Pein-sama said about Konan's mistake?"
"Yes, weasel-man, I remember and I did. Jeez, I'm not THAT forgetful you know."
Sasori gave the shark nin a curious stare. "You like to nickname people, don't you?" he questioned, scrutinizing the cloaked Samehada-wielder. Kisame nodded vigorously in response, grinning his infamous toothy grin. Itachi pushed back the urge to roll his black eyes at the idiots that now concluded of his 'team'. "Come, we're leaving."
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The trip to Konoha was quite annoying to Sasori and Itachi's opinion. Their partners, however, were enjoying every second of it, especially Deidara. Kisame was actually a pretty talkative person when not in leader-sama's presence, he discovered. Their chatty debates were mostly about which was the most creative and flashy way to torture Hidan.
"How 'bout we nail him to a billboard and staple 'rape me' on his chest? Not like he'll die from that, un."
"Haha, nice one, blondie. Too bad mines is better. I say we dress him up as a carrot and feed him to Zetsu. Besides, its no fun to get fucked while you're attached to a billboard."
"But…a carrot is a vegetable…and Zetsu is a plant-nin, un! That's like…cannibalism in Zetsu-san's case."
"Silly Dei-Dei! Hidan's human. No wait. He's an asshole."
Itachi's eyes narrowed at the two talkative shinobi trailing behind him. He really didn't need this right now, the faster they reached Konoha, the better. Sasori seemed to share his thoughts. The puppet master was in the security of Hiruko, moving on the forest floors rather than hopping from tree to tree like that off Itachi, Kisame, and Deidara. In truth, he envied the puppet master. The latter did not have two chatty shinobi trailing behind him and babbling away like love-struck schoolgirls. His head had begun to hurt hours ago, and it just recently got worse.
"The gates are up ahead," Sasori called with the gruff voice of Hiruko. Itachi nodded, raising a hand to motion for his team to stop in their tracks.
"Why are we stopping, un?" Deidara questioned, curious.
"Kisame, hand me the casual wear," Itachi commanded, ignoring the Iwa-nin's question altogether.
The shark-nin obliged, shoving a duffel bag into his partner's demanding arms. "Here ya go, princess."
Itachi sent him a lingering glare. "Kisame, cease the nicknames." He unzipped the colorless duffle bag and pulled out two outfits, each a different size and design. "Here. These are 'casual wear'. We must avoid all suspicion."
Deidara picked one up, examining it as he did so. "WHAT THE HELL, UN."
"What is it?" Sasori asked, staring at his partner with an annoyed expression. He sucked in a sharp breath and widened his ash-rose eyes when he saw what his partner was pointing at. One of the outfits was awfully feminine. "What the hell."
"Hidan and Tobi chose it," Itachi said with a tinge of sick humor in his voice.
"It's kind of…angst-y." Kisame nodded in agreement.
The 'fem' outfit consisted of black buckled combat boots, a matching pinstripe (black and white) miniskirt, and colorless tank top that had the Konoha leaf symbol embedded in grey ink. Hidan obviously chose it, though the three S-ranked nin figured that the grey-haired man had done a great deal of convincing to Kakuzu. The outfit looked awfully expensive, judging from the quality.
"You're wearing it." Sasori said one sided-ly, shoving the outfit into his partner's protesting hands.
"Hell no, un!"
"Do we have to FORCE it on you?"
"TRY ME, un!"
"You asked for it, brat."'
What followed next were a series of melodious protests from the blonde crossdresser-to-be as clothing was forced off and onto his body. After what seemed like hours of writhing in pain and complaining, Deidara was finally transformed into--
"Something beau-tee-fhul" Kisame said, only to receive a subconscious kick from Sasori and a dismissive glance from Itachi.
"Stop staring." The Suna nin hissed, eyes narrowing dangerously at the shark-nin. He stepped over to Deidara, who was looking quite pleased with how he looked at the moment. How odd.
"Protective, are we?" Kisame chuckled, patting the fem-Deidara on the head jokingly, as he received yet another sharp kick as punishment. Sasori scanned his partner down. Deidara looked hot. If 'hot' wasn't the term used to describe the Iwa nin in his current state, Sasori did not know what was. The colorless tanktop hugged the blonde's sides perfectly, emphasizing the curve of his hips and slender, pale shoulders. The skirt and combat boots only encouraged his stare to linger. Deidara looked fine in both male and female attire, Sasori mentally told himself, the blonde had the perfect face to match anyhow.
"…Like what you're seeing, un?"
Sasori's attention snapped back into place. Grabbing his non-fem outfit, Sasori marched behind a bush for privacy, cheeks slightly tinged with pink. Deidara took that as a yes. Smiling smugly to himself, he faced the stoic Itachi.
"Hey 'Tochi-kun?"
"Hn."
"How do I look?"
After a second or so, the Uchiha finally answered."…Flat."
Deidara's expression dropped. Damn, the Uchiha was right. 'Men: boobs not included.' He told himself, frowning. But for a man to have fake ones was even more…ewww. Itachi smirked at Deidara's fallen gaze. The blonde seemed lost in thought, a indigo-painted hand scratching his sun-kissed blonde hair that was now out of its usual tie. "To enhance the fem," Kisame had explained.
"…Hair clips," a low voice offered.
Deidara looked up at the ex-ANBU ninja. "What?"
"Flat-chested girls usually look more attractive with hair clips," Itachi said monotonously, handing the blonde two, thin night-colored hair accessories.
"Woah, un…Where did you get these?" the Iwa nin asked, staring at the objects curiously.
"Lets just say I use them too," Itachi whispered. "Tell no one, or die."
Deidara grinned widely, clipping the right tuft of his hair and keeping the left part hanging over the corresponding side of his cheek. "Don't worry, un! Your secret is safe with me! I always wondered how you did it anyways, un. Your hair is pretty, 'Tochi-kun." Itachi nodded in thanks, heading off to a separate path guarded by rows of tall trees.
Itachi nodded slightly motioning for Kisame to follow. "This is where we part ways," the Uchiha declared. "Sasori and Deidara, here is the money for the ramen, and some extra for your stay…Sasori nodded and took the small pouch of yen from the team leader and packed it into a compartment of his…oh right. He wasn't in his cloak anymore. Damn...
"Sasori-Danna, you look great, un." Deidara chirped, complimenting his partner's attire. The blonde seemed transfixed by how the black hooded sweater fit his partner like a glove, and the tight grey skinny jeans bought out the delicate curves of the redhead's legs. Sasori's jet-black shinobi-sandals seemed to melt right in with the iridescence of black and grey.
"Alright then, we're moving out." Sasori said, pocketing the bag of yen in the sweater's chest-pocket, oblivious to his partner's stare. Deidara clutched his partner's arm in excitement, the latter resisting the urge to force him off. Kisame waved a blue hand, motioning a 'goodbye' as he and his raven-haired partner began to head towards a separate destination. Deidara waved back cheerfully, whereas his partner let out a grunt that sounded something like. 'Cummonbratlessgo.'
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"Konan."
"Yes, Pein-sama?"
"Do you think sending those four was the correct choice? I do not think I required all four of them to compete the task, I merely found it amusing."
"Pein-sama, I am sure one of them alone would have been able to finish the job, but I can assure you Kisame and Itachi will be pushed to the verge of boredom," Konan answered truthfully, while folding the delicate wings of an origami crane in her skillful, pale hands.
Pein nodded slightly, running over her answer. "You are right. I should not have sent them all, it was merely a bowl of ramen I craved. We are now at loss of members able to guard our base," he scowled, eyes narrowing into slits. As a leader, he felt as if he'd failed to choose what was best for his followers. This was not acceptable, even for him.
Konan dipped her head in agreement, before lifting it to give her partner a soft smile. "They do need a vacation, Pein-sama. Those four have worked pretty hard, they deserve it. This may be their chance, don't you think?" she said quietly, shoving a finished paper crane into the rough hands of her surprised partner. Pein's eyes widened, his fingers brushing over the soft texture of the colorless paper fowl in his hands.
"Here. For you," Konan murmured, an obvious blush filling her cheeks. She looked away, toying with the ring that wrapped around a painted finger. Pein seemed lost in thought also, giving her a curious stare before fully accepting his partner's creation.
"…Arigato, Konan."
Konan smiled shyly at him before leaving his side and exiting out the door to check on Tobi and Zetsu.
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"Sasori-Danna, wait up, un!" a breathless blonde pleaded, as he rushed to catch up with his black-clad partner. Sasori threw him a dangerous glare through his ash-colored orbs, lip curling slightly in annoyance. The brat was seriously slowing him down. Jamming his emerald-painted hands into the pockets of his jeans, he asked Deidara with a menacing tone, "What?"
It came out harsher than he intended it so, for the blonde shrunk back a bit at the bitter response.
"Un…you're walking too fast."
Sasori blinked.
"Then walk faster, brat." He snapped, his eyes flashing dangerously. "The sooner we get the ramen, the better. I hate villages. I hate crowds of people. I hate kittens purring against my leg, and this goddamn place has ALL OF THE ABOVE," he snarled, kicking a tabby cat with an extended foot. Deidara let out a yelp of surprise, bending down almost immediately.
"Danna! No animal abuse, un!"
The blonde rushed over to the horrified feline, picking it up carefully in his arms. He ran a pale hand in its fur, the cat purring rhythmically to his touch. "D'awww, its so cute, Danna, un!"
Sasori growled. "No it isn't. Deidara, put that thing down. I hate those things. I'm allergic."
"Danna, you're not sneezing though."
"Deidara, just PUT IT DOWN."
Sasori's yelling had bought the duo to the attention of a forming crowd. He began to feel claustrophobic as more and more people gathered around the pair, whispering and muttering under their breaths, pointing at the two between whispers. To his irritation, Sasori noticed that many teenage boys were ogling at his blonde partner with longing in their eyes. 'Perverts,' he thought darkly, gripping Deidara's wrist tighter.
"That's no way to treat your girlfriend! The nerve, yelling at her! And she's a pretty one too!" A brown-haired girl yelled from the crowd, jabbing an accusing finger at an aggravated Suna-nin. The girl's intense chocolate eyes and matching hair tied into twin buns on either side of her head seemed to make her more intimidating, now that she was equipped with a fierce glare.
Sasori flinched. 'Did she just call Deidara what I think she called him...?' he questioned, slightly pleased and disturbed all at the same while.
"Tenten, it's okay… I'm sure it was just a couple's fight. They usually kiss and make up later," a fuzzy-browed spandex-clad boy pointed out, putting a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. Tenten sent the boy a murderous glare. The chocolate-colored eyes now flashed a crushing charred brown.
"Lee, you know NOTHING about couples. You've never even been in a RELATIONSHIP before!"
"You don't have to rub it in."
Their voices were drowned out as soon as more people began to accuse a claustrophobic Sasori, making the latter grow more and more red with each remark. Deidara grabbed his partner's hand, launching their escape.
"Um, Sasori-Danna? Let's get out of here, un," he said shakily, Sasori obliging, allowing himself to be dragged away from the commotion of the crowd. It was official, he hated this place. It was no better than Suna. Suna was like heaven compared to Konoha, the only crowds that had usually formed around the redhead consisted of fangirls, and he hated them as much as he hated the crowd he just encountered. There were obviously side reasons why he left Suna.
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A sigh of relief escaped the puppet-master's lips as he seated himself beside his partner. The food must have smelled good, because the blonde's mouth was watering uncontrollably. Ordering Pein-sama's requested ramen, he handed the required amount of yen to the ramen-maker's daughter. The girl blushed as she was handed the cash, meeting the redhead's gaze. Sasori smirked, pleased with himself. Even after all these years, he still had a way with women.
"…So…Hungry…Un."
Sasori turned his attention to his food-deprived partner. 'Oh right. He hasn't had breakfast or lunch or anything…' Sasori thought, feeling slightly guilty for rushing his partner. He opened the small bag of yen the Sharingan-user had handed him earlier. The puppet-master frowned disapprovingly. There was only enough left for the room the duo were to stay in for the night. Not enough for a quick dinner, even.
"Brat, you can live without eating." Sasori said bluntly, shoving the yen-wallet back into the safe confinement of his sweater-pouch.
"No I can't! I don't see how you're not hungry, Sasori-san, un. I'm starving…"
It was true, Deidara did look quite famished. The cheerful glint in his visible azure eye was now nowhere to be seen, instead replaced with a somber stare. The blonde's hands were clutching his tank-top covered stomach, his mouth slightly open at the taunting aroma of delicious ramen that he could not eat.
The cashier girl stared at the pair with pity in her eyes. She smiled at them both. "I've never seen anyone like you two from around here before." She noted.
Sasori's eye twitched. Surely, this girl could not have found out already? It was true, there were not many people from around here that had any resemblance to the two at all. That was only to be expected, their village of origin was obviously not Konoha.
"It is because we have never come to eat here," the redhead offered politely, toying with the tie of the ramen package in his hands. "This is our first time." Technically, he was speaking the truth. Deidara moaned again, making his hunger level plainly obvious. The blonde's eyes widened with surprise as a bowl of steaming ramen was slammed in front of his face with a -BANG-.
"Here," the brunette cashier said quietly, pity forming in her eyes. "You can have this bowl for free. I'm sorry I can't give your boyfriend a bowl, I can't sneak that many bowls of ramen to customers, you see. It's just that you're so pretty...and you look so hungry."
Deidara's eyes widened, for two reasons. One, he now had delicious-looking food placed before him, and two, the girl had just dubbed Sasori as his 'boyfriend.'
"He's not my boyfr—" the blonde started, only to be cut off by a soft laugh from the uniformed cashier.
"It's alright really! Your secret is safe with me." The brunette casher whispered, winking. "As the manager's daughter and commoner of this village, I know personally that couples come to Ichiraku's to dine regularly."
Sasori's head snapped to give the girl a hard stare, whereas Deidara's visible eye bugged at her, dumbfounded. "Ummmm, okay, un."
The Suna nin watched his partner slurp the ramen in amusement. The blonde was eating rather ravenously as if he hadn't eaten for months. Droplets of miso soup decorated Deidara's heat-reddened face as he slurped in the ramen noodles in delight. String after string of noodle was sucked into the void of his mouth, chopsticks raised in a malicious manner. A hollow chuckle escaped Sasori's lips as he watched his partner dine with such…fury. The blonde was practically at war with the bowl of ramen.
"Finished, un!"
Sasori blinked. "That fast, brat?"
"Un. That was good, arigato!" He threw a grateful smile in the cashier's direction, returned by a soft smile from the girl as well. Sasori hugged the super-special-ultra-once-in-a-lifetime-made ramen package to his chest protectively. Weariness could be identified in the pools of his ash-rose eyes.
"Deidara, you can find us a place to stay for the night."
"…"
"Brat?"
The redhead whipped his head around only to find his partner asleep on the dining table, a rosy cheek planted on the miso-soup stained surface of the kanji-decorated table. Sasori sighed to himself. The brat had to fall asleep at a time like this. He did not blame him; Sasori himself was feeling tiredness creeping in.
Hoisting Deidara onto his back piggy-back style, the puppet master wrapped the drawstring of the ramen package onto his right shoulder. His eyes flickered to a stop at the blonde's snoozing face. Deidara looked so…comfortable, a head lolled onto the Suna nin's shoulder. Deidara's lips were slightly open, drool trailing down his jawline, but not enough to be dripping onto his shirt (thankfully.) Sasori allowed a smile to grace his lips. He had to admit, his partner was quite…cute…when unconscious.
Now to find a room….
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A/N: I live on reviews! Feed me!
I need to give thanks to my reviewers again, thanks SO MUCH for your support. This chapter took me a while to write…might be the longest chapter I have ever written, to be honest. I might include side pairings if requested by any of you to do so, though I intend for the fanfic to revolve mainly around SasoDei. A few side pairings wouldn't hurt.
I promise you guys BETTER WRITING in the next chapter, I had a Algebra exam today, so my brain was math-a-fried, my apologies. Love you all! xD