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Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her
gaze blurry. Deidara took one last zip and got up.
She grabbed his arm before he started walking away, making him stop to look at her.

"Nite" she said with a slight lost smile.
Deidara smiled back and grabbed her hand placing his lips upon it.

He walked out and closed the door, relaxing his body against it and closing his eyes.

"DEIDARA-SENPAI!"
"Oh, not now… h'mm" with a graceful movement he stepped into his room and closed the door on Tobi's face.

Deidara took off his cloak and threw it on a chair next to a black wooden table, where he used to sit down and sculpt.
His bed had remained unmade for over a week, he hadn't had the time to make it just yet as he'd been gone for missions.

His mind could be completely fucked up, but he appreciated order, as any true artist knows, discipline is needed in order to create, and chaos kept him uneasy.
But the truth was this time he was too tired to care. His shirt came off and he threw himself on the bed closing his eyes, hair falling messily over his pillow.

Six weeks went by without much interaction among the Akatsukis, Pein had been giving missions out to everyone and the headquarters was almost always empty. However, in spite of their obvious differences they all had one thing in common.
Their love didn't rest on anyone.

But all these, mentally unstable S-ranked criminals and missing-nins had become a family, and she was the brand new member of it.
Out of routine more than anything, since she spent almost every waking hour with at least one of them.

Still, there was one particular member she wanted to waste time with.

Deidara fed his palm hand a little bit of red clay, and it spat out a butterfly that started flying away and entered the third room on the left which was just across the hall to his own room, it floated around for a few seconds catching the eye of the newest member of the organization.

BANG!
"AAAAAAH! WHAT THE FCK!?"

Her voice was heard throughout the whole headquarters, she hadn't got used to random explosions like the rest of them had.
A small silhouette approached Deidara from behind, as he gazed absentmindedly at the red clay.

"Play with fire…" she whispered seductively on his left ear, "…and you'll get burned"

He turned around to face her, ready to throw a witty comeback, but he was interrupted by a red string of fire that was shot to his face, fading out just an inch away from it.

She'd never been to his room before and he felt slightly exposed because of this. She broke eye contact and proceeded to look around.

Deidara waited for her to be done with an uneasy smile as he tapped his fingers on the table.

"Something, something explosion… well, you are an artist, I'll give you that" she was talking more to herself than to him, walking silently across the room and taking in everything her eyes could see. That was a pretty weird way to compliment him, but he smiled nonetheless.

"Are you an artist, h'mm?"
"Not really, no"

He looked down slightly disappointed. She turned to face him again, walking towards him and stopping inches away from his face.

"I'm a fcking work of art."

Something in the way she looked at him let him know she really meant it.