A/N: I know the intro was boring… Introductions are really boring, I suppose. You just have to read the next chapters and I'll make sure you guys will enjoy this story. This is the second chapter, nicer than the first one. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

This is My Art, Danna

It had been weeks since the Iwa ninja joined Akatsuki, but still, Sasori couldn't make himself appreciate the blonde's so-called "art". They both have different opinions that usually cause them to argue.

The blonde and the redhead practices individually, never had helped and evaluate each other's fighting styles. Whenever one of them says their opinions in something, the other opposes, as usual.

All the Akatsuki members had noticed that this pairing lacks teamwork and cooperation. Sometimes, they think that Sasori and Deidara were born to be enemies that could never unite. Some of the members were so damn tired of hearing arguments every night, while others like Itachi, Konan, and Pain simply don't care at all.

To bring the arguing of the two artists to an end, Hidan made the first move…

Deidara woke up from his deep sleep and saw no redhead on the bed by his left. "Sasori-danna woke up so early, un." he yawned while stretching his arms in the air. He looked behind him and surprisingly, saw Hidan. "H-hidan-san? How did you enter? What made you come here, un?"

"How's my cutie pie doing?" Hidan grinned, gradually taking off his cloak off which made Deidara see his whole torso. His head drew nearer to Deidara's face, with a mischievous facial expression painted in his face.

"N-NO!! Do not do anything lustful to me, Hidan-san, un!!" Deidara shouted, hopping over Sasori's bed.

Hidan sneered, "What the fuck in the world were you thinking, dumbass?!" He laughed drastically. "Idiot! What am I, a blind? Who bitch would desire to touch your body and push you on the bed?!"

"NOBODY!!" Deidara shouted in frustration, and at the same time, he flushed in embarrassment. "I know I'm not as sexy as Sasori-danna or whoever in this organization, but I DON'T CARE, un!" He scowled at Hidan. "You may say your reason for 'sneaking' in our room, un."

"Can you and your danna stop those boisterous quarrels?! It gets in our nerves, bitch!" Hidan made a killer glare at the uneasy-looking Deidara. "Talk to your danna about your fucking problem, and fix it NOW!"

Deidara stood up and put his cloak on, "I would like to, but Sasori-danna's just too hard to deal with! It's so hard to talk to him, Hidan-san."

Hidan walked in front of the door, "Shut up and just speak to him, fucking idiot!"

"W-where should I find him, un?"

"He is somewhere outside." Hidan replied, disappearing within the thin clouds. Deidara was left in the room, contemplating. "What if I try to 'appreciate' Sasori-danna's art even just for a day, un?" He crossed his arms, and then placed his right hand under his chin. "A day is not bad, un…"

Sasori, who was quietly sitting on top of Hiruko, was in an open space in the woods. Different thoughts were ghosting into his head.

Since that Deidara went into my life, I had never been peaceful. He's such a pest. Bitch. He jumped off Hiruko and lay on the soft lush grass, placing his hands behind his head. There was one thing that bothers him the most. Where could I find the robot? When shall I kill him?

To refresh his mind from all the thoughts in his mind, he closed his eyes for a minute. However, there were some echoes that were playing in his ears.

I shall find wherever he is

I shall kill him whoever he is…

When his eyes opened, he expected to see the clear blue sky. Unfortunately, he saw a face with radiant azure eyes and blond hair.

"W-what are you doing here, brat?! I need some privacy. Go away!" The tips of their noses were nearly touching, and Sasori rolled to his right to avoid it. "What do you want again?!" He asked in sarcasm.

Deidara crawled beside Sasori, "Sasori-danna, I've realized that your art is so beautiful that I admire it so much, un."

Sasori examined Deidara's face and checked the flowing of his chakra. It was really Deidara. He smirked, "What happened to you, Dei Dei?"

Dei Dei?! Sasori-danna called me Dei Dei?! Deidara thought, his happiness arouse at that moment.

Sasori cleared his throat. "I mean brat."

Deidara's joy was stripped off his face. He was busted, and changed the topic to hide his emotion. "Oh well, I do admire you, Danna, un."

"Shut up. Tell what you want and go away." Sasori replied coldly.

"I hope we'll be friends and appreciate one's art because I have a feeling that the other members gets angry because of our boisterous arguments, un."

"Don't mind them, Deidara."

"No, Danna! I really want to make friends with you." Deidara pleaded. "Please, un?"

"Nonesense. Go back—"

Deidara suddenly grabbed Sasori's wrist and headed to the big clay bird he had made. "I'll let you appreciate my art, and make friends with you, Sasori-danna, un." Sasori hesitated and pulled back. Deidara tightened the grasp of his hand, but Sasori gave more strength to pull back. Suddenly, he felt something under his buttocks. It was Deidara's hand positioned to carry him in a bridal style.

"What are you doing brat?! Let me down!" he persisted, thumping Deidara's chest.

"This will be fun, Danna, un."

Deidara and Sasori were on the bird. Sasori knew he couldn't do anything because the bird was already many meters above the ground. "Sasori-danna, sit down, un." Deidara warned. Sasori did as he was told, and sat behind Deidara.

"Brat, do not make this a bumpy ride, or else, I will kill you." Sasori sighed, thinking that it was hopeless to get down and feel the grass.

"Just hold tight on me, Danna." Deidara said. "You might fall if you don't obey, un." Sasori obeyed promptly. His arms crawled around Deidara's waist, and held it so tight. Deidara felt the firmness of Sasori's hold (or embrace?) and looked at his hands. "Your hands are so beautiful, Sasori-danna. Un."

"Shut up, brat."

"Is my danna afraid of heights, un?" Deidara asked, feeling so happy at that point where Sasori seems to be a traumatized little boy, and no longer his grumpy superior.

Sasori blushed and retorted, "No I'm not! Who told you I was scared?!" Deidara looked at Sasori, who was flustered by their position. Sasori flushed when Deidara stared at him, "What the hell are you looking at?"

Deidara grinned. "Do not deny, Sasori-danna. You are scared because of your very tight grasp, un."

Sasori had no choice but to tell the truth just to stop Deidara from looking at him directly. "Yes, I'm a bit scared, so you would better put me down than being killed."

"There's nothing to worry about, danna, as long as I am here by your side, un."

The bird smoothly glided in the air. Deidara's hair was blown by the wind that made it prick Sasori's eyes. He tore a small part of his sleeve and gathered Deidara's hair in his hand. He tied the strands altogether to form a ponytail. Deidara, who was so surprised of his danna's actions, lightly blushed and smiled.

"Brat," Sasori's face reddened. "What shampoo do you use?" He asked, smelling the fragrant scent of Deidara's hair, and also felt the softness. "Nah! Don't mind it!"

"Oh, I use 'Bodi', Sasori-danna. Un." Deidara turned to look at Sasori's red hair, "Your hair is beautiful, un."

"Whatever… I do not shampoo my hair, brat."

"Why not, Sasori-danna, un?" Deidara asked, his head was controlling itself near Sasori's hair to smell it.

"Stop it, Deidara!"

After a few hours…

The orange sun was setting, and the big clay bird was just floating in the air. "Sasori-danna, was it a fun ride, un?"

Sasori scorned, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "It was boring, brat. Is that the best you can show? Sorry to tell, but it was lame."

Deidara gazed on Sasori's cute childish expression. The orange sun was reflecting on Sasori's maroon eyes, and Deidara loved it greatly. He had never noticed other's eyes because all were simple unlike Sasori's eyes, which he thought was filled with brightness, mystery and love.

Sasori noticed Deidara. "What are you looking at, Deidara?"

"I had never thought you had such beautiful eyes, Sasori-danna, un."

Sasori stood up, still shaky, cautious that the bird might jerk and let him fall. However, he was serious face turned cold. "These eyes are covered with darkness. It sees nothing but death… only death."

Deidara did not understand his danna's words. Yet, he tried to smile in an oh-I-get-it manner. "Okay, un."

"We need to go back, Deidara. They might be waiting."

"Wait? No, they will not wait, Sasori-danna. Let's stay here for more minutes, un."

"Shut up! We need to go back."

Deidara sighed. "Hai!"

When they landed back on the grassland, Sasori went inside Hiruko. Deidara watched him as he controlled the puppet, "Sasori-danna, I wish I could get inside that puppet some time, un."

Sasori, now with a deep husky voice, said, "Never will I let you in my masterpiece." He turned back. "I still don't appreciate your art, Deidara. I did not even enjoy the flight." he said coldly, as if he really didn't enjoy. But inside, he was somewhat pleased. He just could not admit it.

As expected, un. Deidara thought.

Deidara was inside the bathroom when he noticed smoke coming from his trunk. The red lights in his robot eyes were making blinks. His head turned around and his body was immobile.

You are the only robot left

Destroy the puppet heir

Your immortality he will end

Robot, beware.

He remembered his mission to kill a puppet. Until now, he has no idea where to find him, and who he is. All he knows is that he should kill him to save his own life.

Your life he will destroy

His life you should destroy.

A/N: Man, it took me years before I could finish this chapter! I hope you enjoyed :D

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