Explosions of Emotion

Sasori awoke the next morning to discover that the curtains had been opened, the sun streaming in, which is what woke him in the first place, and that the place next to him in the bed was empty. The previous night couldn’t have been a dream. Sasori eliminated that possibility the minute he sat up and was forced immediately lay back down with a groan. He looked around the room curiously, having never quite taken in the sights of Deidara’s living space. There were several clay figures, which Sasori knew now were bombs of various destructive levels. Other than the bits of clay that could be found randomly, the room was surprisingly clean.



“Ah, Sasori-danna!”



Sasori sat up a little and saw a very cheerful Deidara bouncing towards the bed.



“It’s about time you woke up, un,” Deidara hopped onto the bed next to Sasori.



“Hmph,” Sasori rolled over onto his side.



“Aw, Sasori-danna, do you want to go back to sleep, un?”



With a shake of his red head, Sasori tried to ignore those strong arms that were making their way around his waist.



“If my ass wasn’t so sore, then I might have gotten up by now.”



Deidara tutted his tongue and pressed his lips against Sasori’s shoulder affectionately. “I told you that it would hurt if we rushed into it, un, but you didn’t want to wait.”



Sasori ‘hmph’d again and pretended Deidara wasn’t there. He was only joking around of course, although the part about his rear end being sore was entirely serious. It had never occurred to him how little you noticed pain when you were that aroused. Sasori figured that that was the reason things got so kinky sometimes.



“Oh, stop being so silly, un! We have to go on a mission today anyway.”



“Dammit,” Sasori grumbled as he rolled onto his stomach and went face first into a pillow. “Irony, why don’t you just take over my life now?”



“What was that, Sasori-danna?” The blond leaned a little closer to his redheaded lover. “The pillow was in your mouth, un, so I couldn’t hear you.”



With a sigh, Sasori forced himself to sit up, then out of bed and onto his feet. Luckily Deidara was there, or else Sasori would have suffered a nasty bump on the head when his legs collapsed from under him.



“Sasori-danna, you don’t need to push yourself,” sighed Deidara, pulling Sasori onto his lap, and wrapping his arms tighter around his partners waist.



“Deidara, we have a mission today and I am currently sitting on your lap, naked, and unable to walk. I don’t know how long you’ve been a shinobi, but this is not normally considered good.”



“I’ll get your clothes for you and carry you on my back, Sasori-danna.”



Sasori turned his head and looked Deidara squarely in the face.



“You’re joking.”



Deidara shook his head, set Sasori on the bed and within two minutes had run to Sasori’s room and returned with some clothes and his cloak.



“Arms up, Sasori-danna!”



“Give me my shirt, you brat! I can put that on myself,” Sasori grumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head.



“What about your pants, un?”



“Oh no, you aren’t getting anywhere near there, so don’t even think about it.”



Deidara pouted and reluctantly handed over Sasori’s pants, turning around as the shorter man squirmed into them.



“Alright,” breathed Sasori as he buttoned his cloak. “You do know what

we’re doing today, right?”



“Checking in with Leader, get the final details, make our way to the village hidden in the Mist, and carry out the mission quick and cleanly.”



“Right. Now, kneel down a bit, I can’t get onto your back from here.”



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It wasn’t much later that Deidara arrived in the main building with Sasori on his back, when the few members that were there either hanging around or picking up their own information started giving the two odd looks.



“Interesting,” murmured Zetsu before moving his piece in the board game that he and Itachi were playing.



“They’re looking at us funny, Sasori-danna,” Deidara whispered.



“Just shut up and go meet with Leader.”



When Deidara closed the door behind him, he suddenly was face to face with Leader.



“L-Leader-sama, Sasori-danna and I were just coming to check in, un.”



Leader looked the two from top to bottom and back up again. “What happened to you, Sasori?”



“Sprained my ankle,” Sasori grumbled.



Leader nodded. “Well, it should be better soon, so you can still complete the mission. Not to mention we need you to pose as a child again.”



Sasori frowned but accepted his sentence silently.



“And you, Deidara, are going to be his mother.”



“WHAT?” Deidara’s arms slipped from under Sasori’s legs and he fell onto the floor, butt first, with a loud ‘Dammit Deidara!’



“You heard me. For this mission you’re going to be Sasori’s widowed mother.”



“But I look nothing like Sasori-danna!”



“Actually you two have a similar bone structure. It’s only for a few days, not to mention you look girly enough as it is.”



“Just nod and do it, you brat!” Sasori shouted as he clutched to the doorknob as he attempted to stand.



Deidara nodded with a frown before hitching Sasori on his back and leaving the room, still fuming about his masculinity being insulted.



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“Why do I always have to be the girl, Sasori-danna?” Deidara groaned as he and Sasori traveled down the road.



“Because you do have a womanly air about you?” Sasori guessed.



“Ever since I was a kid, I had to be the girl.”



“Well you weren’t the girl in bed last night, so quit your whining.”



Deidara remained silent, but Sasori knew that the blond was grinning from ear to ear.



They traveled as such for several more hours, breaking for short meals and so Deidara could stretch. Sasori was small, granted, but he wasn’t weightless.



“Sasori-danna, how much longer until we arrive?”



Sasori looked out into the distance, then up at the stars that had begun to emerge now that the sun had almost set.



“If we take a break now and rest until dawn, we can get there by noon tomorrow.”



“Do you mind, un? I’m getting rather tired.”



Sasori nodded. “We can take a break. Try putting me down. I think I might be able to walk a bit.”



Deidara lowered Sasori to the ground, and Sasori clutched to a nearby tree branch as he adjusted to being on his feet.



“There,” he muttered letting go of the branch. “Let’s walk another mile and then we’ll rest.”



Sasori winced for every step he took. He was still relatively uncomfortable, but Deidara was obviously too tired to carry him any longer. Why did he even let that brat carry him in the first place? Sasori then remembered collapsing that morning. The others were never going to let him live it down, especially Hidan and Kisame. Even worse, Sasori was actually

submissive, not dominant. Now that was definitely embarrassing.



Not too long after, Sasori and Deidara stopped at a small, remote pool surrounded by weeping willows. The grass was a lush green and there were water lilies floating in the pond.



“This is definitely a nice place, un,” sighed Deidara as he spread his cloak on the grass and curled up on it. “Don’t you think so, Sasori-danna?”



“I suppose so,” said Sasori as he sat down gingerly.



Deidara let his head rest against Sasori’s thigh. “Aren’t you sleepy, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori shook his head and let his fingers twirl the blond strands of Deidara’s hair between them. “I haven’t been carrying someone around the whole day.”



“No, un, it was my responsibility,” Deidara rolled onto his back and looked up at Sasori. “It was my fault you couldn’t walk, un.”



“That doesn’t mean you had to carry me.”



“Does so, un.”



Sasori tutted his tongue before leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss against Deidara’s lips.



“Stop trying to be so noble, you little brat.”



Deidara smirked and rolled back onto his side, not saying another word

before falling into sleep.



Sasori began to feel a little awkward. Why was he always the one that ended up getting left awake and alone anyway? He looked down at the sleeping form in his lap and felt his heart wrench. There was no way he could let things go on the way they were. Deidara was like a puppy. You feed it once and it keeps coming back for more.



“There was always a reason I couldn’t stand cute animals,” sighed Sasori. “Cute people are different, I guess.”



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“Sasori-danna, do I really have to wear this dress?” Deidara whined the next morning. They were only an hour outside the village hidden in the Mist, so it was time for them to don their disguises. “It’s so ugly.”



“Deidara, just pretend it’s a really short cloak,” Sasori pulled his shirt over his head. It looked like something someone “his age” would have worn, but because Sasori was not the age he appeared, he completely detested his clothes as well. “Besides, if we can find out any information about Zabuza and his little helper by wearing these awful clothes, that’ll help a lot.”



“I don’t see why we couldn’t just find Zabuza, un,” Deidara grumbled as he let his hair down completely and tucked it behind his ears.



“Because he’s dead. That Kakashi from Konoha killed him, or so they say. I do know that Zabuza fought him before he died though. Some say it was Gato’s minions that actually did him in.”



Deidara looked at Sasori wide-eyed. “You mean someone actually killed Zabuza?”



Sasori nodded and looked up at his parter once he finished putting on his sandal. “Wow, you really do look like a girl. A very flat chested one, but a female none the less.”



“And you look like a twelve year old, un.”



With a frown, Sasori poked Deidara squarely in the chest. “Like I didn’t know that already. Come on, we’re heading into town now.”



“So what’s our story, Sasori-danna?”



“You’re a widowed mother moving to the country with your son because city life got too difficult. We’re supposed to find a family to take us in for a brief while, and get some information out of them about Zabuza.”



“So our whole mission is to get information on Zabuza?”



Sasori nodded. “You don’t understand. When news arrived to us about his death, and this was before you joined, it came as a great shock. Especially to Kisame, who’s also from this village.”



“I heard about Zabuza, un. Very bloodthirsty and ruthless and he never granted mercy to anyone.”



“Exactly. So to receive news of his death was most shocking. Also, the Jinchuuriki who hosts the Nine-Tails is part of Kakashi’s team.”



“So in gathering information on Zabuza’s death, we’re also getting information about the Nine-Tails’ abilities, right, Sasori-danna?”



Sasori nodded his head, but remained silent until they were right outside the entrance to the village.



“What’s your purpose here?” asked the Mist shinobi at the front of the gates.



“I’m a widow, and this is my son. We’ve decided to move to the country, somewhere nice a peaceful,” said Deidara with a grace and formality that Sasori had never heard from him before.



“I’ll need your names and ID’s, if you don’t mind, ma’am.”



Deidara dug into a small bag kept on his side and handed over the false identification papers.



“Hitomi and Kyon, is that right?”



Deidara nodded. “Yes, that’s us.”



“Do you plan to settle here?”



“No, sir, we’re just looking for a place to stay for a few weeks or so, until we’re able to decide on a place to settle.”



“Well, we’re a very friendly town, so you should have no problem getting help from the fellow villagers. There are a lot of smaller villages nearby so you should be able to find out some information about them from the locals.”



“Thank you so much,” Deidara said sweetly, taking the ID’s back and putting them in his bag.



“Enjoy your stay here,” the guard opened the gates, and Sasori and Deidara passed through.



“Nice going,” Sasori glanced up at Deidara. “Mom.”



Deidara’s eye twitched slightly. “I swear, if you call me that in private, I will make it a lot rougher next time.”



“Who said you’re going to be on top next time?”



The blond frowned at the shorter redhead, who smirked confidently.



“Well, I’m hungry, so lets get food.”



“Where?” Sasori looked around, trying to frown less so as to appear younger. “I mean, there’s no where to eat here.”



“I spy a dumpling shop, un!” Deidara tugged on Sasori’s hand and half drug him to the small stand and sat down.



“Can I help you?” asked the woman behind the counter. She was rather tall, thin, and had long dark hair and eyes.



“I would like the variety plate, please,” said Deidara with a sweet, womanly voice. “My son and I here will share that, and can we get some tea as well?”



The woman nodded. “Most definitely. Is green tea alright?”



“Oh that’s perfectly fine.”



Sasori looked at the woman curiously. She couldn’t have been very old,

but she definitely wasn’t young enough to be working in a little dumpling stand.



“Inari, please start cooking those dumplings for these customers while I make their tea.”



“Yes, mom!”



Sasori’s attention then turned to the small boy who was plopping dumplings into the boiling water. The kid couldn’t have been more than eleven. He looked back at Deidara who had also noticed the boy and made the same mental connection Sasori had.



“May I ask you a question. . .”



“My name is Tsunami. And yes, you may.”



“Well,” Deidara began. “My son and I have decided to move to a more relaxing place than our old home. We were told that there were plenty of nice places around here, so I thought I would ask you if you knew of a good place to raise a young boy.”



“It’s actually very nice here,” Tsunami said as she poured them their tea. “I’ve been raising my son, Inari, here since he was very little. There are a lot of children here, too, so your son would have many others to play with.”



“I think we’ll stay then, at least for a while.” Deidara sipped his tea. “Do you know of a relatively cheap inn we could stay at? I’m afraid I’ve been a little tight on money since my husband died.”



“Inari, pull those dumplings out of the pot!” Tsunami shouted over her shoulder before turning back to Deidara. “Well, if you would like, you could stay with me for a week or so. Look around town, meet some people, and then decide if you like it here or not.”



“Oh that would be lovely!” Deidara smiled and set down his tea cup. “My name is Hitomi, by the way, and this is my son Kyon.”



Sasori looked up at Tsunami and smiled as best he could.



“Why don’t I take you back to my house after you finish your meal. Inari can show Kyon around town a little bit if he would like.”



“I wouldn’t mind that,” Sasori said shyly. Yes, that would be his game plan. He would be a shy son, one still in shock by his father’s death.



“Wonderful!” Tsunami smiled, setting a large plate of dumplings in front of Deidara and Sasori. “Just tell me when you’re finished or if you need more tea. I’ll go tell Inari.”



Tsunami turned and walked into the back.



“Well, that was interesting,” Deidara whispered when Tsunami was out of earshot.



“More like easy,” Sasori muttered back, nibbling on a dumpling filled with roast chicken.



Deidara popped a whole one in his mouth and his face turned red, but he chewed and swallowed it anyway, failing terribly at holding back the tears.



“That burned!”



“Of course, you idiot, they’re fresh.”



“It was so good, un.”



Sasori shook his head and chose to remain silent just as Inari and his mother came back to the front of the shop.



“So Kyon,” said Inari, leaning on the counter. “Mom said you and your mom are going to be staying with us for a while.”



Sasori nodded.



“Do you want to play ninja with me and my friends before dinner? My mom said your mom said it was okay that you come play with us.”



Sasori let his eyes blink hopefully and then he smiled. “That would be fun. I’ve never played ninja before.”



“It’s amazing! You’ll love it, Kyon. Plus, I’ve met real ninja before, I know how to really play ninja.”



“Wow, you’re a very lucky young man,” Deidara said to Inari cheerfully. “It can be very difficult to meet ninja.”



“These ninja were from the Leaf village. They saved my grandpa, and I helped them too,” Inari puffed his chest out, completely missing the curious glances that Sasori and Deidara gave one another. “They beat up that mean Zabuza guy who was trying to kill grandpa, although Zabuza ended up killing Gato. They saved the village. And one day, I’m going to grow up to be like Naruto Uzumaki!”



Deidara let a smile creep across his lips. It was definitely a good thing that they were going to be staying with this family.



“Wow, that’s so cool,” Sasori said in awe. “I wish I could be a ninja.”



“Then come play with us!”



Sasori looked at Deidara who smiled and waved for him to go. The two boys ran off towards a small group of other boys and few girls, who eagerly accepted Sasori.



“Inari has been greatly affected by that Naruto child,” sighed Tsunami.



“I could tell,” Deidara replied taking a sip of tea. “Who were the other ninja?”



“There was a small girl with pink hair, a boy who’s family name was Uchiha, if I’m not mistaken, and Hatake Kakashi.”



Deidara raised his eyebrows curiously. “Amazing. Do tell me about it.”



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“Okay, everyone! We’re going on a mission!”



“Yay!”



The children gathered around a grinning Inari as he led them to the river, holding Sasori’s hand and showing him along.



“These are your shuriken,” Inari handed Sasori some wooden shuriken. “And everyone only gets one kunai. They’re hard to make.”



“You make all these yourself?” Sasori asked with genuine surprise as he traced the figures with his fingers.



“Well, I don’t. Yuki does. I don’t know how she became so good at working with wood, but it’s amazing.”



“Which one is Yuki?”



“Her.” Inari pointed to a shy girl, about the age of twelve, with short dark hair. “She’s really quiet, but she’s the closest to being a real ninja than any of us. Her parents were both ninjas, but they died in the war and left her with her grandma.”



Yuki noticed Inari pointing at her, and turned away blushing.



“I think she likes you, Kyon!”



Sasori frowned, but made a mental note to talk to this Yuki. She was a fellow craftsman, so he had to talk shop with her.



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Later that evening, when the stars had finally emerged, Sasori and Deidara had just been shown to their room in Tsunami and Inari’s home.



“They’re a very interesting family,” Deidara whispered as he lay down next to Sasori.



“Most definitely,” Sasori replied, snuggling closer to Deidara. “Did you get any useful information out of Tsunami?”



“I did. Apparently, Kakashi’s team stayed with their family while they were guarding Tazuna, who’s the boy’s grandfather, un.”



“Which is how Zabuza had contact with the Jinchuuriki. I’m working on getting some details. There’s a girl here who’s very skilled with wood and carving, almost as much as I am. I plan to talk to her.”



“Aw, Sasori-danna, don’t make me jealous,” Deidara pressed a kiss on Sasori’s forehead.



“I’m serious, Deidara. There’s something about her that intrigues me. Those wooden shuriken were made by her.”



“They were carved well.”



Sasori nodded and rest his head on Deidara’s chest. They had made an unspoken decision to end their discussion. Sleep was what they needed, especially after their long day. In fact, it was just before he drifted off into his dreams that Sasori noticed that he was no longer feeling any discomfort in his rear end. He then regretted that he and Deidara were staying in a warm, comfortable home instead of somewhere with more privacy.



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Author's Note: Possibly the longest chapter I've EVER written. You better review! lol. Actually, I shall warn everyone that the plot thickens in the next chapter by like a lot. Yes, there ish a plot to this story! Teh Gasp!