Wow... this looked so much longer as a Word... so obviously this is just a pathetic excuse for moving the story forward until Draco'sgirl does the next bit, which will be Kisame's POV (just in case you haven't figured out that the cycle is repeating). So... enjoy the wonderful goddess vs. puppet master dialogue! XD
Sasori Sighs Reluctantly and Makes a Last Effort to Manipulate the Happy Story
"Ugh! I hate him so much! He's so… arrogant! And twisted! He thinks that ever since I got banished he can totally do whatever he wants!"
"Eris, calm down," Sasori sighed. "Actively hating him won't change anything." He didn't quite understand what had gotten her so upset. Well, he knew what, he just didn't know why. "Besides, he can't be that bad; isn't he technically the only reason I'm still here?"
"Oh yeah," she snorted. "Once he was finished mocking me thoroughly and making sure I knew who was the older sibling, after I go actually begging him to give you back. What a charming fellow. I'm so glad we're related."
Obviously he had overstepped that one. This was probably just one of those times when she was suffering from chaotic withdrawal and wanted to be mad, just to make herself feel better.
"Eris, it can't be that bad. Shouldn't you be pleased that Deidara's back? Doesn't that mean a little more chaos for you to enjoy?"
"Apparently not," she muttered viciously. "Ripowal must have done something to him, messed with his head. Did you know earlier today there was actually a little confrontation? And do you know what he did?"
"What?" he asked wearily, knowing full well that she didn't need any encouragement from him to keep going.
"Nothing! He completely backed down, like some sort of custard! He's spineless now, I tell you! Spineless!"
"Ah, Eris, ease up on the volume."
"Shut up, you bastard. You can't feel anything."
"Touché."
"Gods, what do you know, anyway? Everything is so… so calm. I mean, Kisame has Maddie, Itachi has Michiko, –"
"I have you."
"Yes, and Deidara is, somehow, perfectly fine with being all by himself. I'm telling you, Sasori, Ripowal did something. That's the only explanation; he knew that this new Deidara would annoy the hells out of me, and that's why he sent him back."
Sasori knew he would most likely regret it, but he was going to try something revolutionary. He was getting sick of waiting for her to come back down to earth, so he would suggest something no one else would have dared.
"Eris, is it possible you're wrong?"
He tensed at the glare she shot him, laced with venom, daggers and other various pointy weapons. "Well, isn't it? Isn't it possible Deidara just got smart all of a sudden?" He could have laughed at himself. Deidara? Got smart? Right, and somewhere there's a whole herd of pigs taking flight.
"Sasori, listen to yourself. Something has got to be up. If it isn't, life is going to be far too peaceful for me."
"Oh no, peace and quiet," he mumbled sarcastically, "whatever shall we do?"
"Well, I'll be gone, for one thing. There's no way I can survive in a place so sickeningly un-chaotic."
Sasori winced; that would be sad. There was something unexplainable about her, something strange that drew him inexorably toward her, like a puppet on a string.
He had noticed that. She had to create chaos in order to be happy, and so she manipulated people until everyone around her devolved into mass mayhem with an undercurrent of panic. She was a much more subtle puppet master, but a master nonetheless.
"Unless I can fix something…" There she went again. "Sasori? I'm going to go talk to Deidara. Maybe I can set something up for Kisame, too," she added under her breath. And she gave him this look. Not quite a "thank you", but more like a "you have inspired me to create chaos, you're such a good little minion."
It severely disgruntled him. Smirking ever so slightly, he made a casual flick of his wrist and set an intricate web of charka strings on her as she floated to the door, halting her immediate movement.
"No, you're not," he told her, even under the force of another glare. She cocked her head when he forced a little bit of whine into his tone. "You've hardly spoken to me since Itachi came back, and now Deidara's here you're going to start all over again, with the ignoring and such. You're supposed to love me, in case you forgot."
"No, you are not going to guilt me into staying. I am the Goddess of Chaos and Destruction; I cannot be guilted. And you want me to be happy, right? The chaos will make me happy. I really have to get this started if I want it snowballing by tomorrow morning, and if I don't I won't have anything done until this evening at the latest." She shrugged, which was impressive considering the network of puppet strings on her. "I'm sorry, you're just too big a distraction, Sasori. Release me," she added with a more threatening undertone, flashing the grey-lashed charcoal eyes at him.
A distraction. He was a distraction? He was just something that got in the way of her plans? Her stupid plans? He was an annoyance that she needed to brush aside? A little mite that kept her waiting?
No. She would not refuse him and keep him waiting in the dark while she destroyed the lives of everyone around them. Even if she was a goddess, ageless and timeless, she had chosen the guise of a child. And no mere child would deny him, keep him from what he wanted.
Brat. She altered people's lives, but he altered their actions. His smirk hardened and he yanked her closer, gleaning a small pleasure watching her neck snap back.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, trying to sound impartial and haughty, but there was an audible tremor in her voice.
"I, dear Eris, am doing what I do best," he returned, pulling her steadily nearer. "You see, while we are both masters in our chosen fields, those fields differ ever so slightly. Yours tends to give you satisfaction in the long run, while mine," he concluded, landing her on the bed with a final jerk, "pays off right now."