Explosions of Emotion

Sasori and Deidara subconsciously kept themselves very busy with other things over the next few days, that way they didn’t come into contact with each other. The brief period was relieved, however, when they were alerted of the normal meeting, that was mandatory, and happened every month. If the Jinchuuriki were finally ready, then they would know about it.



“You idiot, do you know how much trouble we’ll be in if we’re late?” Sasori grumbled as he and Deidara walked quickly to the meeting place.



“Sorry, Sasori-danna,” mumbled Deidara. “I didn’t know we had a meeting today, un.”



Sasori simply shook his head and continued to lead the way. Deidara didn’t really know his way around the place yet, so to go on ahead wouldn’t be very kind. Not to mention, since his partner was new, he could always give that excuse to Leader, instead of the truth, which was a lot more interesting.



“If we’re late, that will have been the last night that I stay up with you,” said Sasori emotionlessly.



“But Sasori-danna, the stars were nice last night, un,” Deidara sighed as he quickened his step to keep up with Sasori. “From one artist to another, I thought you would enjoy them.”



Sasori shook his head. There was no way he could tell Leader that his partner had overslept because they were up the whole night watching stars. That would raise questions, which Sasori didn’t even know the answer to himself.



“You’re finally here,” grinned Kisame as Sasori and Deidara walked into the room.



They were indeed late, but not by much.



“It’s okay,” said Itachi. “I just got here too, not to mention Leader isn’t here yet.”



“Yes, I am,” said an opaque black figure that had suddenly flickered on at the center of the room. All the Akatsuki members stood up in a line as their meeting began.



“Zetsu has informed me that more Jinchuuriki are ready, but we’re still waiting on the Nine-Tails,” began Leader.



The meeting continued on with the importance of the Jinchuuriki, details about them, where they were located, and pretty much everything that Sasori had known to begin with.



“I don’t expect to even need to take action for yet another month,” concluded Leader. “Expect your assignments at the next meeting.”



And with that, Leader’s image flickered and disappeared, leaving several tired looking ninja’s and one very happy Deidara.



“We finally get to do something, Sasori-danna!” beamed Deidara as the two of them walked back later that day.



“I’m filled with excitement,” sighed Sasori sarcastically. He wasn’t even sure why he’d really joined the organization in the first place. Maybe to be less alone? Afterall, he was the youngest member to join Akatsuki. Perhaps the real reason he’d joined was to make his own powers and skills stronger, or maybe he really did just want to feel like he had a purpose.



“Sasori-danna,” said Deidara with a slight poke to Sasori. “What are you thinking about?”



“Nothing,” Sasori snapped. “Nothing that’s any concern to you, anyway.”



Sasori quickened his pace so he could just get into the comforts of his room, away from Deidara, and away from any thoughts.

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Instead of working on his latest puppet, Sasori spent the afternoon pacing his room. Why had he really joined the Akatsuki? True, there was no way he could have returned to Suna after killing the Third and turning him into one of his best offensive puppets, but he’d killed the Third after he’d decided to leave.

Sasori walked over to his desk and opened the top drawer. Inside was the only picture of his mother and father that he had. Sasori looked at it, feeling a slight twinge in his chest. Curse Deidara, becoming his partner and making him feel everything that he’d been trying to escape from. He looked down at his puppet body and suddenly felt angry with himself. What was the point of being eternal anyway? It wasn’t like he had anything to live for, not with his parents having been dead.



Sasori closed the drawer and collapsed onto his bed. What had he been thinking exactly, when he’d made his body into a puppet? Oh, that’s right, he wanted to be a work of art. Sasori rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. At least he wasn’t Deidara’s type of artwork. That would have been a more hazardous path to live.



It wasn’t until dusk that Deidara finally saw Sasori again.



“I’m guessing you took a nap, Sasori-danna?” Deidara asked once Sasori walked into the kitchen.



Sasori simply shrugged and Deidara continued stirring a pot of something on the stove.



“I didn’t know how long you would be asleep,” continued Deidara. “But I thought you might at least be a little hungry, so I made something quick and easy, un.”



Deidara returned to the table with two bowls of rice, cooked with some vegetables. It was simple, but Sasori was still relatively amazed at the dish.



“I was unaware that you could cook,” Sasori said, taking a small amount like usual on his chopsticks and putting it in his mouth.



“Well,” Deidara ate faster than Sasori. “I thought that rice and plums might tire you out eventually, so I tried something new, un.”



“It’s good.”



Deidara beamed with pride. Sasori had finally complimented him on something.



“Cooking is an art too, un?”



Sasori shook his head. “Not my kind. Even your creations last longer than food.”



Deidara grinned and continued to eat, finishing at the same time as Sasori set down his chopsticks, not even half of his rice gone.



“Can you not eat much, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori shook his head. “Only enough to sustain the parts of my body that need the nutrition.”



Deidara raised an eyebrow. “Really, now, un? And which parts would those be?”



Sasori, for the first time, openly flushed. “You perverted brat! Don’t think like that!”



Deidara looked thoroughly confused before it clicked.



“Oh!” Deidara sniggered. “I didn’t mean it like that, un. But now that you mention it...”



“Yes, I kept those,” snapped Sasori. He was now very embarrassed, not to mention he couldn’t even believe he was even having this conversation with anyone. “I do have to have a way to get rid of wastes if I eat.”



Deidara shrugged, not even phased. “You could have found another way, un.”



Sasori found himself thinking that it might have been a good idea. It wasn’t exactly easy to get rid of your manhood, however, so he just said to hell with it and kept it.



“Well,” Sasori stood up, still pink in the face. “I was having a pretty good dream, so I think I’ll go back to sleep.” He picked up his half-filled bowl and decided on setting it in the fridge.



“But Sasori-danna,” Deidara followed him to the fridge. “I thought you would have wanted to stay up a little longer, un.”



Sasori turned around, his face level with Deidara’s chest and only inches away.



“What did you think that for?” Sasori said, breathing in deeply so as not to gasp.



“Well,” Deidara closed the refrigerator door behind Sasori and moved a little closer, almost forcing Sasori against it. “You didn’t object last night, un.”



Sasori felt the blood rush to his brain and other places. No! This was not good. He, Sasori, refused to be pushed against anything, but it wasn’t like he could move.



Sasori sighed calmly, desperate to keep his cool. “Fine, if you insist.”



Deidara stepped back, grinning. “Good. Come on.”



After Deidara had grabbed Sasori’s wrist and half drug him outside to the same place they’d been the night before.



“I really like being outside, Sasori-danna,” Deidara said happily.



Sasori nodded as he sat down on a patch of grass next to Deidara.



“It’s clear tonight as well.”



Deidara let out a sigh and lay down in the grass, looking up towards the sky.



“That star right there, un,” said Deidara pointing to the sky. “That one is my favourite.”



Sasori looked up at the star Deidara pointed to. “Why?” he asked. “It looks the same as the others.”



Deidara shook his head. “No, Sasori-danna. If you look closer, un, you can see that it gives off a bluish light. It’s different from the others, un.”



“Only if you look closely.” Sasori looked back up at the star. It did have a slightly different hue, now that he looked at it closer. “I think,” Sasori looked back at Deidara. “I think I like that one.” Sasori pointed to a star not too far from Deidara’s.



“The pinkish one, un, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori frowned. “It’s not pink, it’s roan.”



“Which is a shade of pink, un.”



Sasori shook his head. “Technicalities.”



Deidara laughed and suddenly pulled Sasori closer to him.



“You get a better view of the stars lying down, un.”



Sasori shook his head until he realized he was half sprawled on his partner, and half on the grass. He went to move, but Deidara wrapped his arm around his waist.



“Sasori-danna,” Deidara pouted. “You said you’d watch with me.”



“I didn’t say I would be handled like a stuffed animal,” Sasori grumbled.



Deidara grinned. “Well, if not a stuffed animal, how would you have me handle you, un?”



Sasori flushed again, getting thoroughly tired of flushing. “Not sure, exactly.”



Deidara shook his head with a slight chuckle and rest his chin on top of Sasori’s head, while Sasori let himself loosen up and lightly grip the fabric of Deidara’s cloak. As soon as he did, everything else in Sasori’s mind and body just seemed to relax.



“Are you always this uptight, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori shook his head, not focusing too much on Deidara’s words. It had been so long since someone had held him. It wasn’t like he’d hoped or expected to find companionship or anything of the like by joining Akatsuki, but maybe it was the fact that he had found it, although to say that he’d found companionship in Deidara might have been a bit much. Then again, if snuggling with someone under the stars couldn’t be considered companionship, then what was it?



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It wasn’t much later when Sasori was being gently shaken awake by Deidara.

“Hey, Sasori-danna, you should wake up, un.”



Sasori squeezed his eyes together. He really didn’t want to open his eyes. His current position was far too comfortable.



“If I weren’t mistaken, I would think you’re comfortable, un,” Deidara whispered into Sasori’s ear.



Sasori shivered as he jumped up and glared at Deidara.



“I don’t know the meaning of the word comfort,” Sasori pouted as he crossed his arms.



“Are you pouting, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori shook his head. “Look, Deidara, it’s late, I need sleep.”



Sasori stood up, but Deidara latched onto his wrist.



“Do you really have to leave, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori tried so hard to pull himself away from those clear blue eyes. He sighed and sat down next to Deidara, who quickly pulled him into a one armed hug.



“Deidara,” Sasori looked up at Deidara, slightly frowning. “What are you doing?”



“Hugging you, un,” beamed Deidara. He leaned down and brushed his lips against Sasori’s forehead.



Sasori flushed and pulled away. “Okay, I get the point!”



Deidara laughed as he watched Sasori walk away, and then look back.



“Hm,” Sasori sighed with a smirk as he lay back down on the grass. “He likes me.”



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