This chapter is dedicated to every fan who hates associating Sasori with that other puppet, for those who can no longer stand the song "I've got no strings" and for those who realise, there is a much better Disney role suited to Sasori. This chapter also features Zetsu. Yay!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the Akatsuki, Peter Pan or anything else Disney related


Sasori hated children. He might look like one, he may be the boy that never grew up, but he still hated children. For the best part of his day since waking he had been bothered by an entire gaggle of brats. The only one of them that wasn't bothering him was the girl, but she was, apparently, in a mood with him. They insisted on calling him Peter too. He'd take an eternity of being the brat's partner rather than be stuck with these horrors.

Discovering that he could fly in this world brought him his only solace. He'd used that power to fly away and think to himself. It was evident he was not a puppet in this place, and he had none of his former belongings with him. He did still however, maintain his ability to cast chakra strings. This would be useful to know if he ever did come across a puppet he could use. Unfortunately this world seemed to be a real place, dispelling any notion that he was dreaming. It didn't cross his mind where the others could be, but he knew it must be something to do with that exploding bed knob Tobi threw at the leader.

His reverie was interrupted by the damned fairy, no not Deidara, the little green one. One of the kids from before had called it Tinkerbell. He tried swatting the nuisance away but it didn't work. She was very persistent. Finally listening to what the pixie had to say he rose from his spot and jumped into the air. So a strange new person had arrived on the island? He'd better go and investigate, with any luck it would be somebody that could help him get back home.


Deidara groaned in discomfort as he landed on his back. The stupid bed had disappeared mid flight, and he was in a completely new world now. Looking down at himself he became annoyed his costume hadn't changed. He stood and straightened out his skirts, flattening the creases that had formed with his harsh landing. A blur of green flickered before his eyes, someone had landed in front of him. Looking up he found Sasori, an eyebrow raised and domineering smirk plastered on his youthful features.

"Nice dress, brat," Sasori greeted, placing a hand on his hip. Deidara looked the other's outfit up and down. The puppet master was clad head to toe in lurid green, a perky little cap clashing with his vibrant hair. The blonde frowned before smirking himself.

"Nice tights Danna, lime green is so you," he drawled sarcastically.

"Deidara, you're a man in a powder blue dress, nothing you say can beat me," the redhead's usual impassive face returned and Deidara pouted.

"I didn't choose to look like this, un," he said childishly. Sasori merely shook his head. What they were wearing wasn't important, even if Deidara looked hilarious. The annoying pixie was buzzing around his head again. Why were blondes so hard for him to ignore? He batted the scantily clad female into a tree, effectively knocking her out.

"So, have you seen anyone else yet?" Deidara asked, following as Sasori turned to walk away.

"Do you really think I'd still be here if I had? What I've learnt so far is that people more irritating than you and Tobi exist, and some pirate keeps trying to off me," the redhead's tone was cold.

"Oh you don't mean that Danna, yeah," Deidara smiled, "you don't want to know what I've been up to," the blonde took out a small chunk of clay from the apron and began to chew it idly in his hand.

"You're right," Sasori sighed, "I don't."

"Well I woke up in this place, yeah, some real wonderland. I felt like I was tripping on acid Danna! Then the nine tails showed up, as a cat, then I exploded some birds! It was awesome, un!" Deidara completely ignored what Sasori had said and happily told his story. It did contain on vital piece of information though. Deidara could still use his explosive powers, excellent.

"Deidara, follow me, I have a favour to ask."


Deidara was cackling in pure joy, at last Sasori appreciated his art! In truth, Sasori had seen an effective solution to his infant problem, and employed a certain bomber to take care of it. "Take that Wendy," he thought wickedly as the lost boys' den smouldered.

"so, what do we do next, un?" asked Deidara, having finally calmed down.

"I guess we should look for the others. They aren't on this island, but seeing as we can both fly it should be easy to travel," Sasori explained. Deidara simply nodded

"Can you hear ticking Danna?" he asked as they made way to leave. Sasori strained his ears, yes, the sound was coming closer, getting louder. The ground in front of them began to rise and change colour. Before them stood what can only be described as the bastard son of a cactus and a crocodile.

"Hello Sasori, Deidara, tick tock," it was Zetsu. Dressed as a crocodile. He looked truly bizarre, his flytrap like extensions had become his jaws and somewhere along the line he had gained a tail. "interesting outfit Deidara, you look good enough to eat," the plant man smirked. The blonde frowned, was he going to get this every time they met someone?

"Whatever un, why do you look like that?"

"We're not sure. It has something to do with that spell Tobi tried to use, can I smell roasted fairy? We've been trying to figure it out since we got here but the only person we came across seemed convinced we ate his hand. We've been following him ever since, he he, tick tock."

The two artists puzzled over the new information. Well they were all certain what had happened, but not why.

"Zetsu you stay here and try to work out what is happening. Deidara and I will come back for you when we're found everyone else." Sasori commanded, behind him the familiar figure of Deidara's clay bird loomed. Zetsu merely nodded, and watched as they took to the skies.

"What do you want to do now? We could torment the pirate some more. But I'm hungry." Zetsu chatted to himself. He lumbered off towards the now destroyed den. "tick tock. Yes, tick tock."