Deidara's Words
Sasori's Words
By Zero Assassin
Shifting in the slightest at the words he spilled everyday.
Trying to block out most of what he said.
What am I to do with him?
How can I get him to be quiet?
All this talk about 'Fleeting Art'
How can one call that art?
It can not match my own work.
This blonde fool.
Talk about 'Fleeting' in the head most of the time.
My lips twitched at the thought of it.
This 'Brat' will absolutely be the death of me someday.
Eternal art is more fascinating.
How it can jump out of the page without it being destroyed.
How it can last forever on that single page.
Never faltering, or disappearance.
It just stays forever.
Eternal.
Yet this 'Fleeting' feeling.
It only lasts for a moment.
It fades in time.
Like a memory.
Like clouds in the sky.
If life was meant to stand still it will last forever.
It would always be there.
Unmoving.
Yet his 'Art' is disgraceful.
Even though I'm quite accustomed to how he speaks now.
That nasally 'Un' he speaks after his sentence.
His hair, that long, silky, smooth blonde hair.
To think that will be destroyed, gone forever.
Just one 'Fleeting' moment and his life would be taken away.
As I sit at my desk thinking of all this, how his 'Art' is repulsive in every way possible.
I was unaware of something near by.
"Danna." I was remembering how lovely his voice sounded.
"Danna, un." I've added his untimely habit.
For reasons unknown, I've actually grown attached to him some how.
I felt a presents near by.
I curse myself for being so lost in thought.
I curse myself for being unprepared.
My gaze shifted over to no one other then the blonde 'Brat.'
"What is it now?" I asked him.
To tell the truth, I've never grown tired of his silly little arguments.
It was rather entertaining.
I've never really put much thought into 'Art' until he had arrived.
"Sasori no Danna, look at my newest creation, un." he told me.
Showing me a white chunk of clay.
The details on it were so beautifully made, it almost took my breathe away.
How the tail curved.
How it looked as if it was ready to attack.
It was so well made, I've caught myself from reaching out to touch it.
It then moved to the floor, and he used his favourite hand sign.
What a waste!
Why can't he see that not everything is 'Fleeting'!
"Leave." I ordered and went to work on my puppets.
That scorpion would look better as an 'Eternal' shape.
Yet 'Fleetingly' he destroyed it.
It was no more then a memory now.
Something that fades in time.
Something to never be regained back.
It was disappointing.
Something like that should have been 'Eternal'
Not 'Fleeting' not in a single 'Moment'
But 'Eternally' it's what it should have been.
"Fleeting."