Fifth one in the series, I must admit I rather like this one.
Characters: Deidara and Sasori.
Notes: It's basically crack, of the first degree. Don't take it too seriously, is my tip.
February 19, 2009
tautological
adjective:
unnecessarily or uselessly repetitive
When Sasori met Deidara, everything about the blonde-haired man was overdone and exaggerated, including, but not limited to, his explosive clay that he affectionately referred to as 'art'. In other words, he was a complete dumbass that Sasori would not associate with under any sort of circumstances, whether his life depended on it or not. Though the word 'life' might be wrongly used, in this context. But to come to a conclusion, there was just no way that Akasuna no Sasori, refined puppet master of the first degree, would work together with just a lowlife as Deidara. He didn't even have a last name! However, there was no way to go around it when suddenly, Leader-sama arranged the two of them together as a team.
The first two weeks, Sasori spent being annoyed by his new teammate, who would yell 'Bang!' whenever he blew something up (and sometimes he did it in his sleep, startling the puppet master). The rest of the month he was in denial: there was no way Leader-sama would let them work together anymore if they screwed up a number of missions. Of course, whenever Sasori tried to sabotage, Deidara managed to either blow up their target (on purpose or not), or he had a genius moment and saved the day. Needless to say, that last one only happened once.
Once it became clear there was no way Deidara would be gotten rid of by Leader-sama, Sasori tried to poison the other numerous times, maneuvering himself in ways he hadn't thought possible before. He gave up the moment one of Deidara's hands gave him a lick. Despite their differences, Sasori slowly found himself getting attached to his new partner, though he did try to convince himself that it wasn't happening, by checking that he still didn't have a heart. It didn't stop his feelings, though.
Though Deidara would often blow things up, just for fun, and Sasori would reprimand him and say that art was something that lasted forever, Deidara would defend himself and say that art only lasted a moment, a moment in which something can be experienced only once, and despite numerous times, each and every explosion was different. Eventually, when he started making small sculptures instead of just throwing blobs of clay at his enemy, Sasori started to respect his partner's way of thinking. Though that didn't mean he had to respect it, of course, and besides, he was Deidara's elder.
What confused the puppet master the most was when the other started calling him 'master'. He hadn't done anything significant for him, and other than grumbling and complaining he wasn't a very good companion. The blonde kept calling him that, though, even though he had tried to stop him because it annoyed him. He finally got it, though, when in the middle of a fight, Deidara abruptly turned around and faced him, gave him a quick wink and suddenly yelled 'BANG'. Well, at least the dent it had left it the surface would be some lasting art.