*gets shot millions of times* x_x
Ok, before you absolutely murder me, hear me out, please. I go to an Honors school, and I take AP classes. Homework is piling up, and let me stop before I begin a really bad rant.
I recently got sick, to the point where I was admitted to the hospital. Some kind of stomach issues. Not that anyone cares. But, yeah, that set me back for a long, long while. And then came science fair. The epitome of hell on earth.
Yeah, but I'm back. With some crap for you to read. I'm sorry if it's absolutely horrible, my muse and patience with this story is absolutely gone.
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Deidara was currently yelling his head off, being drug into the dark, mysterious meeting room of the Akatsuki. Sasori was his captor, and was being none-too-gentle about it.
"Hey, un! Let me go, yeah!"
"Shut up, brat, or I will murder you in the slowest, most painful way imaginable."
Deidara wanted to growl, but he merely folded his arms and allowed himself to be drug into the room, and shortly after, tossed. He landed on the floor with an "oof", then blinked and looked around.
The Akatsuki hideout was built into a cave, evident by this room alone. Every other room in the "home" was modeled to look like normal buildings' rooms. This room, however, was completely cave-like. It had damp, limestone walls that dripped every once in a while, only adding to the ominous feel of the room. It was dark, and smelled somewhat musky. The most notable feature, however, was the giant set of hands in the very center of the room, and the (very misshapen) head between them. It had at least ten eyes, though he could only see two of them that were open.
Deidara continued to stare, until Sasori smacked him upside his head.
"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you, un?!"
Sasori "tch"-ed. "Shut up. Leader wishes to speak with you, now listen and act civilized for once in your life."
The blonde clenched his fists tightly, but bit his tongue, knowing the trouble he could get into. He turned to look towards his leader, eyes questioning.
"Yes sir, un?"
The leader smirked. The kid sure knows who to suck-up to. He chuckled mentally, though didn't even blink outside his thoughts.
"You, Deidara, ex-nin of Iwagakure, are hereby inducted into the Akatsuki, as a full-fledged member. In right and name."
Deidara gawked.
Konan smirked.
Sasori growled, though he dared not to speak against it.
Deidara shook his head, trying to straighten his thoughts out.
"U-un? You want me as a member? Like, for real, yeah?!"
Leader simply nodded, matching Deidara's hopeful gaze with his own indifferent one.
"You will be Sasori-san's partner. I know that you two will get along fine after you both come to terms with your differences. And you will absolutely not ever allow it to get in the way of your teamwork, especially on missions."
Deidara and Sasori both frowned, not knowing that the exact same thought was running through their minds.
He expects me to get along with him?!
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"Hurry up brat, you're lagging."
"Well excuse me for having limitations, un. Not every human is as cold and callous as you, yeah." Deidara's voice was raspy and panting, though that only added to the hiss of threat in his voice, his gaze as resentful and rebellious as his words.
Sasori rolled his eyes. "You're excused. Now hurry up, or else I will leave you behind to get ravaged by the enemy.
The ex-Iwa nin sneered. "I could take them, all at once, hmm! You may not like me as a fellow artist, but at least recognize my strength, yeah!"
"Never, brat. You are not an artist, and you are not worthy of being an Akatsuki member. You should be thankful I even put up with your sharp tongue and disrespect."
A low growl was heard, resonating from the blonde's throat.
"First of all, yeah, I am an artist. You disagree with my form of art, but don't denounce it, un. Art has several forms. Some are better than others, as fleeting types just so happen to be, yeah! And I am fully worthy of being whatever our leader told me I was, and most likely more. Get over the fact that he paired you up with me, un, and get over that damn pride of yours, yeah!"
Sasori let out a soft hiss, a warning that his already-short temper was running out completely. "You'd best shut up, lest your death come sooner than it already is planning."
Deidara's eyes held enormous amounts of contempt and anger, but he did as he was told, having already said all that he could in his own defense.
He knew that Sasori was wrong, and bitter. That was all the proof he needed to know that he was right in the argument.
Sasori, however, was thinking about how wrong Deidara was about everything. About how obnoxious, annoying, and disrespectful he was. How stupid his idea of art was, as well. That all irked him terribly.
They both shook their heads at the same time, though neither noticed it.
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Their first mission together was a success, though it was rough. The enemy, and target, had the advantage of knowing the land better than them, as well as the fact that they could achieve nothing without having a five-minute argument about it before, about how to go along about it.
They were the two most different people, yet one in the same.
Antonyms, yet synonyms.
Sasori was stoic and callous, not caring about almost anything that happened, merely wishing to the the mission over with. Deidara, however, was passionate and hot-headed, wanting things to happen elaborately, in a way that would make their enemies remember them – if they survived.
Despite this, they were both enormously hard-headed, and their stubbornness only furthered their scuffles. Neither would give up, without a death threat from the other (and sometimes not even with that). They both seemed to disregard fear as a useless emotions, and they both stayed by their original opinions, un-budging.
Oh yes, this was definitely the start of a beautiful (or, at least thoroughly amusing) partnership.
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Fail, fail, fail.
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Ideas are welcome, encouragement (and criticism) is needed. Desperately.
