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The Art of Emotion	By : DeviousDevil Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N~ Enjoy, bringing this story over from FF.net because I'm unsure whether or no I'll be putting certain things in yet.
Beta~ CantHelpThisSmile

Deidara contemplated what he should do all through Advanced PE. He didn't want to do anything major or that would draw a lot of attention. If he caused bodily damage then the Akatsuki would probably be out for blood. Maybe a little water bomb in their lockers? No harm would come to them other than being humiliated in front of whoever is around at the time.
He was happy that Gaara was in his PE class, but the redhead merely feigned injury and sat out. What he was not happy about was the fact that Kisame and Zabuza were also in the class. It was murder; they played kickball and it had been Kisame, Zabuza, and some people named Zetsu, Kankuro, and two girls named Temari and Konan versus Deidara, and a few students in the grade below him, including: Nara Shikamaru, Hyuuga Neji, Hyuuga Hinata, and Yamanaka Ino. Deidara was actually in the same grade as the Akatsuki, but he hung out with Tobi's friends which were, for some reason, all in the grade below them. Go figure. Maybe that was why Tobi always called him sempai? Well, despite the game being called 'Kick Ball', it ended up being 'Hit Anyone on the Other Team, with the Ball'. Whenever they were in the outfield the ball was kicked straight at their faces, and when they were running, the other team didn't even bother throwing the ball even a littlegently.
It didn't help that Deidara was not athletic whatsoever. Sure, he could run. Running was something he excelled at, thanks to his past, but it hardly comes in handy when you suck at everything else. Throwing, kicking, catching, the list of things he couldn't do was enormous.
By the time the game was over Deidara was sore and fuming. He wanted nothing more than a nice hot shower. However, once he and the rest of his team got out of the showers, they noticed something: their clothes were gone. Akatsuki had decided to have a little extra fun. Luckily, Gaara hadn't needed to take a shower, and he'd managed to hide Deidara's clothes for him. But the damage was done. Deidara's irritation quickly turned to fury. There was no way he was going to spare the Akatsuki now. He stomped off; plans of revenge running through his head.
"Here." Deidara stopped at the table where Hidan, Tobi, and Gaara were sitting down to eat and slipped the mutated, silver cross under Hidan's hand. Well, Hidan and Tobi were eating; Gaara was just sitting there starring at everything in the room. Normally, Deidara would sit with them, but it was necessary for him to sit as far away from the Akatsuki as possible today. The trap was set; he had done it between second and third block before anyone ate lunch.
"You found it!" exclaimed Hidan, "I can't believe you fucking found it! I usually have to buy a new-"
Deidara had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep him from drawing attention from the entire cafeteria. "Shhh!" he hissed, "They can't know I'm the one who found it or else they might figure it out that I'm the one who set up the incident that's about to happen in five minutes."
Hidan shut up almost immediately looking eager. Glancing around to make sure no one could hear he leaned closer to Deidara and whispered, "Is this that 'revenge' you were talking about?"
"Yes," Deidara smirked. "I was going to go easy on them, but I find myself needing to let off a little steam…"
"Revenge?" inquired Tobi. He looked at Deidara confused. He wasn't used to Deidara's devious side, only his silent, calm one.
"Those bastards- no offense Tobi, but your cousin is a bastard," Hidan started.
Tobi merely shrugged and gestured for Hidan to continue.
"Well, yesterday those bastards from Akatsuki stole my cross, again," Hidan lifted the cross in his hand for emphasis, "And just when I was going to kick their mother-fucking asses from here to Suna, Deidara came running, saying it was a fuckin' emergency, and that he needed to find you. In exchange he promised to get some retribution for me without leaving any evidence as to who did it."
Tobi nodded, and if his quivering was anything to go by, he too was excited, "I love it when Itachi is surprised. Will Itachi be surprised? What's going to happen?"
Deidara smirked before glancing at Gaara. "Well, I think Gaara has a pretty good idea. Except it's going to be ten times stronger than what he experienced." Deidara chuckled evilly.
Gaara quirked a would-be-eyebrow before smirking in realization. "Hm."
"What is it?" whined Tobi before crossing his arms and making a hmph sound to let everyone know that he was pouting. "Ah! Does it have anything to do with the colorful attraction on their table? I thought I recognized the art style."
"What attraction?" Hidan, oblivious to the obvious chaos Deidara's antics had caused, turned to look at the item sitting on the Akatsuki's table. "What the fuck?" grumbled Hidan, "Doesn't look like revenge to me…"
Deidara just rolled his eyes. "You'll see, just stay here and enjoy the show, I have to be farther away, and if teachers ask… I ate my lunch in the library." With that Deidara walked off towards the other end of the cafeteria where the library doors sat closed, to prevent sound from disturbing those inside. This was going to be his alibi so to speak. There was absolutely no way he could do something if he wasn't in the room, right? There were, however, windows that lined the wall connecting the library and cafeteria; giving him a good view of his target.
He sat quietly next to one of these windows with a book so it wasn't obvious as to what he was up to and watched patiently, waiting for the chance to strike.
The cafeteria was a mass of round plastic tables. Deidara suspected that they were originally patio tables because they had holes in the middle of them where an umbrella might have gone. The Akatsuki's table was situated in a far corner opposite where Deidara was positioned. His friends sat in a corner slightly closer to him, near the door.
Earlier, Deidara had snuck into the cafeteria when it was empty to place a bouquet of origami flowers in the middle of the Akatsuki's table. It just so happened that when the cafeteria was closed, the school didn't bother turning the cameras on, and Deidara had snuck in through the kitchen so that it couldn't be traced back to him through hallway cameras. The bouquet itself was a work of art, one he had completed beforehand, but had found convenient for his revenge. All he had to do was slip it out of the art class, as well as modify it a little bit. The best part was that the bouquet had been a self-assigned project so it wasn't even registered by the teacher.
He had purposefully placed the bouquet in the center of the table so that the slightly metallic looking fuse hung out of sight under the table. Well, Deidara could see it, but only because of his eye and because he knew where to look. He knew for a fact that the bouquet had caused a spectacle in the cafeteria.
Everyone knew the Akatsuki were good looking, albeit in their own ways. However, it was blatantly known that every member, with the exception of Pein, was gay. Of course there were other gay guys in the school, but none dared to approach Akatsuki, for a very specific reason: if rejected, not only would they be embarrassed, but everyone would know they were gay! A lot of people were tempted to go look at who it was from, but no one dared to go within ten feet of the table, let alone the bouquet.
Deidara smirked; he had counted on their fear and confusion overriding their curiosity, especially because if someone moved it, it could ruin his setup.
Just then, the slight chatter that Deidara could hear through the thick glass window died down completely, leaving an eerie silence. Akatsuki had entered the room.
He knew that some people had to be whispering, but he couldn't hear them through the glass. Smirking, Deidara pulled out the small device from his pocket that was going to be key in his little plan. It was a good thing he never gave Tobi his laser pen back. He had tested Tobi's laser through a window earlier. Thankfully, the glass actually amplified the beam, causing a quicker flame than before; he had also made a mental note to not tell Tobi that. For now he placed the laser carefully on the table and turned to watch his prey.

The Akatsuki were immediately aware of all the eyes staring at them. Pein, who had been in front, paused to analyze the unusual stares that assaulted them.
"Does anyone else feel… awkward?" asked Kisame; making the Uchiha scoff.
Sasori was the first to move forward, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea as the rest followed. "I believe I found the source of this… commotion," stated Sasori as he stopped to point at the odd array of paper flowers in the middle of their table. "It would seem one of us has a secret admirer."
"Really?" Kisame was the first to step forward and reach for the card. The rest followed slowly and took their seats as Kisame struggled with the ribbon keeping the card shut.
"Who's it from?" asked Itachi, somewhat curiously. None of them had ever considered dating anyone, mainly because everyone was afraid of them. Perhaps whoever left the flowers would be a source of amusement?
Kisame finally managed to open the card; however, he frowned at what he read.
"What is it?" asked Sasori, already getting impatient.
"It, doesn't say who it's from," explained Kisame. The crowd around them seemed to deflate at the prospect of not knowing who had the guts to leave a member of the Akatsuki a bouquet.
Itachi was also annoyed, "Does it say who it's for?" So much for his entertainment.
"Nope," responded Kisame frowning, "There's just a poem, and… it's not very… how would you say, romantic?"
Pein held out his hand silently to receive the paper and read it. What he read had him frowning. Before he could say anything, however, the slight smell of something burning reached their noses and they all watched in surprise as the tallest flower on the bouquet began to burn slowly, blue sparks jumped from the paper while the flame glowed red. Soon the other flowers caught fire as well, and everyone in the room watch mystified as a rainbow of colors danced perfectly about the table. Once the flowers had burnt out it was the vase's turn. Soon there was a mound of green sparks and flames erupting in the middle of their table and then, just as it was dying… boom!
All the Akatsuki were knocked backward, more from shock than any actual pressure from the blast. Glitter rained down on their heads. The entire student body stood in shock. No one knew what to do. Hell, no one knew what had just happened.
Sasori, being the first one to recover, picked up the card that had come with the flowers and read aloud.
Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
Let rightful vengeance
Always reign true.
So now without another second to spare;
Allow me to introduce:
your worst nightmare.
Students everywhere were looking at one other as if to figure out who had been so bold as to attack the Akatsuki.
Pein was the first one to recover beside Sasori and he stood, calmly. "Who," he began, "Who did this?" he demanded. His quiet voice slipped across the cafeteria through the silence. "Step forward."
Itachi rolled his eyes, "I highly doubt anyone would come forward with that approach. They're not stupid."
Sasori turned to look at the staring crowd and glared, "What are you looking at? Beat it before we beat you."
Almost immediately, the entire cafeteria turned away from the group and began babbling. Sasori rarely spoke to anyone, in or out of Akatsuki, so when he took the liberty to voice his opinion, they listend without hesitation.
The Akatsuki remained silent, however, they approached the table cautiously. One never knew if there was another surprise. Zabuza was the first one to take his seat as he examined the mound of ash in the middle of the table.
"Are all of you all right?"
They all turned to see a very concerned looking Umino Iruka, who was the teacher on cafeteria duty at the moment.
"I called up to the office to tell them what happened, should I call the nurse as well?" he inquired.
"That's alright, Umino-sensei, no harm was done," replied Pein smoothly.
"Well, if you're sure-"
The man was cut off as the school speaker system crackled to life.
"Iwa Deidara, please report to the office. Iwa Deidara, please report to the office… immediately."
All the students stood confused when the library door opened noisily and the blonde strode calmly from the library, books in hand.
The Akatsuki watched as the blonde walked from one door to the other, ignoring all the stares and whispers. It was strange, seeing as students were called to the office all the time, but now everyone seemed to be noticing every little thing, almost as if they might miss out on something interesting. After the blonde had disappeared, however, the cafeteria seemed to sag in disappointment as everyone returned to their conversations.
Sasori turned back to the table, as did everyone else. The teacher seemed as if he wanted to say something more, but Pein just waved him off.
"Gun powder," Zabuza was the first one to speak. His hand was sifting through the ashes, pulling out little bits of plastic, which he appeared to be smelling. "There was gun powder inside of it."
"Well, does it really matter what made it explode?" questioned Kisame, "I wanna know who caused it!" He smiled excitedly. "Whoever did it had guts," he chuckled.
"My thoughts exactly," agreed Pein, "Whoever did it deserves to be recognized."
"Recognized?" growled Sasori. He had a bad feeling about this.
"Yes," stated Pein, "We'll give them a chance to join us."
Everyone at the table seemed to freeze at this.
"You really want someone else to join Akatsuki?" Sasori scowled, he knew he wouldn't like the answer.
"Yes, if they want," replied Pein, "I won't force them, though. Although, if they don't join us, then we will definitely have fun crushing them."
"That's hardly a choice," stated Zabuza.
Pein shrugged, "It's still a choice."
"Yeah, 'cause someone would really turn down the chance to join us," laughed Kisame, rolling his eyes.
"You never know," mused Itachi, drumming his fingers on the table thoughtfully, "They clearly don't like us."
"True," agreed Pein, "Which is why, on the off chance they don't want to join us, we must crush them. We can't make it look like we've gone soft."
"Sounds entertaining either way," Itachi smirked at this thought.
"We'll have to figure out who it is," Pein added.
"Hn… we'd have to get a new Akatsuki symbol," conceded the Uchiha. Itachi liked this idea. A new member would bring some much needed change, and on the .01% chance they declined the offer, they would have a new toy to torture.
"But I like our cloaks," argued Kisame.
"If we get a new member we won't have a cloak for them," pointed out Zabuza.
"Yes, the store we bought them at closed down," agreed Pein, "perhaps something a little less juvenile?"
"Henna tattoos?" suggested Itachi.
"… real tattoos," amended Zabuza.
"I don't have room for anymore tattoos," stated Kisame as he held up both hands and motioned towards his face.
"You all are actually considered letting someone else join Akatsuki?" demanded Sasori.
"Anyone willing to stand up to us deserves a shot," argued Pein.
"Tsk, whoever it was, was too cowardly to actually say who they were," pointed out Sasori.
"Which is why if they don't reveal themselves, we must flush them out. If that ends up being the case, we can always give them a test," compromised Pein, "But in the meantime, keep your eyes open for new Akatsuki symbol ideas. I'm beginning to get tired of these cloaks anyway."
"Okay," grinned Kisame.
"Hn,"
Zabuza nodded.
"Tch, whatever," Sasori agreed reluctantly. He didn't get along with very many people, and he definitely didn't want any additional people bugging him.

Deidara waited patiently for the principal to see him. He had expected to be blamed, but he hadn't expected it so quickly. Oh well, he already had this all planned out.
"Okay, brat, get in here!" the principal Sannin Tsunade opened her door roughly before ushering Deidara inside impatiently. She was rather intimidating despite how young she looked. You would think her blonde and hair and slightly oversized…ahem, chest, would make students disrespect her, but Deidara found himself slightly afraid. She seemed like the type of person to jump to conclusions.
Deidara stood calmly, refusing to act guilty in anyway, and walked smoothly into her office.
"May, I ask why I am here?" inquired Deidara. He kept his voice casual, but didn't add any overly innocent tone. That usually made you appear guiltier.
Tsunade sat in her chair and stared at him crossly. "Don't patronize me, you and I both know perfectly well, why you are here," she grumbled as she took a drink of some unknown substance.
"I'm afraid I am not as aware as you are," responded Deidara kindly.
"Oh, so the little explosion in the cafeteria not ten minutes ago had nothing to do with you, is that correct?" she asked with a somewhat sarcastic tone while rolling her eyes.
"I assure you I have no clue what you are talking about," responded Deidara coolly. "I was in the library when you called me down, as I have been for the entire lunch period."
At this the lady placed her chin in her hands as she stared at Deidara. They continued to stare at each other until finally, Tsunade smiled. Deidara blinked in shock, he wasn't sure whether he should be worried or not.
"You're quite right," she chuckled, "You did well at hiding your tracks. I have absolutely no evidence other than your past record at blowing things up."
"I-" Deidara began to deny it, but Tsunade waved him silent.
"Look, honestly," sighed the woman, "I don't give a flying fuck whether you were the one who caused the little explosion earlier. The Akatsuki, and yes, I am very familiar with how they address themselves to the rest of the student body, can take care of themselves. They're big boys, and I'm sure they deserved whatever surprise you gave them."
Deidara was once more silenced before he could speak.
"So, despite you having nothing to do with this little incident, I would just like to say, I do not want any school property damaged, nor do I want students hurt. Otherwise I'm completely fine with sitting back and enjoying the show."
Deidara stared in shock at the woman as she leaned back against her chair and smirked at him.
"I'm well aware that you are on a zero-tolerance policy based on your past records, and that if you so much as bring anything explosive to school that you will be expelled; however, as you said, I have no evidence against you. You're free to go." With a small smile she shooed him out of her office with a wave of her hand.
Deidara left in a daze. Had that really just happened? Had the principal really just given him the go ahead to torture the Akatsuki? He was so confused! He had gone in there prepared to defend himself to his fullest! After all, he had been threatened and berated before he entered this school! Granted, it wasn't the principal who had threatened him, it was the board of directors, but still!
Deidara stopped at the front desk to get a pass seeing as lunch had ended while he and the principal had been talking. He was still pondering the meaning of Tsunade's little speech. Could this mean he didn't hav e to hold back? As long as he didn't injure someone or destroy property, of course. But that was easy! Deidara always used special chemicals to make 'safety fire', basically a fire that doesn't burn and it was easy to avoid property damage. Deidara's mind was jumping with excitement at the prospect of starting new pieces of art! He'd just have to be careful to leave no evidence! Granted,this meant he could no longer work on origami in school without drawing attention to himself, but that was fine! He needed to work on his Advanced Art assignment anyway. His hands were quivering in anticipation.
"Um, Iwa-san?"
Deidara glanced down at the lady who occupied the front desk. She was rather sweet, quite the opposite of the principal, but Deidara had heard she could be ten times worse. She had short black hair and a kind smile, but Deidara wasn't one to judge a book by its cover, or by rumors, so he kept his opinion about her open minded.
"Yes, Shizune-san?" inquired Deidara.
"You have free period right now, correct? Do you have a particular classroom to go to, or are you in the library?" inquired Shizune.
"Haku-sensei's class, un," informed Deidara, "He has a planning period now, and he said I could spend my free class with him."
"Alright then," smiled Shizune before handing him his pass, "here you go."
"Thank-you," Deidara gave a slight bow before leaving the office. He stopped by his locker to retrieve a few things that he had in his book bag to start making jewelry. It would be a few days before his personal art supplies would be delivered.
He was happy that he had a free period. He could do whatever he wanted, and because he had already finished the entire required high school curriculum, he had all electives this semester. Honestly, he saw free period as like an extra art class, since that was all he planned on doing while he sat there. Once he retrieved his art bag and dropped his books in his locker, he made his way toward Haku's class.
When he reached the door he noticed that Haku wasn't at his desk and assumed he was running an errand; however, he stopped in his tracks when he saw who was there; Sasori. But not just Sasori; Itachi and Kisame were there as well. They appeared to be leaving for their own classes, but had yet to finish talking to Sasori.
Could his day get any worse? The exact three people he had just ticked off, had to be waiting for him now, of all times? He was supposed to be the only person sharing Haku's room for free period! Well, he wasn't going to run like a chicken. Taking the time to relax and put on an air of calmness, he waltzed into the room as he would've any other day. Instead of taking the table furthest from Sasori and giving of a display of avoidance he took one that wasn't very far at all, but made sure that there was still one table between them.
"Why don't you sit in the library like normal students during a free period?" asked Kisame.
"Art is fun… plus, if I go to the library, I have to worry about you ruining something," responded Sasori tartly.
"He has a point," stated Itachi.
The three of them didn't appear to notice him until he was setting his stuff down. However, as soon as the metals in his bag clinked on the table, three sets of eyes all rotated toward him.
"Good afternoon, un," offered Deidara before he began focusing on spreading out his materials. There was a tense silence about them which made him look up to meet their curious stares. "What?"
"What are you doing here, brat?" asked Sasori with a frown. The whole reason for coming to the Art room during Free Period was so he could work without distractions.
"Tch!" Deidara scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Forgive me Sasori-danna, I did not know I was disturbing you." Deidara sent him a mock bow before straightening up and scowling. He cursed himself mentally for drawing more attention to himself, but he just couldn't help it. In hopes of somewhat pacifying them and avoiding trouble, he decided to answer Sasori's question. "For your information I asked Haku-sensei's permission to have my free period in here," Deidara shrugged.
Kisame began to snicker at this.
"Just shut up and leave already," scowled Sasori.
"No thank you, un!" Deidara flopped into his seat exaggeratedly, just to piss the man off; which of course made Kisame's snicker become a full blown cackle.
Itachi, however, continued to stare at Deidara curiously before beginning to approach him.
Deidara glanced up at the sound of approaching feet, only to turn back to his work rapidly after seeing who was approaching him. Shit!
"Were you able to find my cousin alright?" asked Itachi casually.
Deidara's movements in sorting through his materials paused before starting back up smoothly, "I did, thank you," he replied in a clipped tone, praying the other boy would go away before he did something to anger any of them.
"Oh yeah! It's you!" exclaimed Kisame loudly enough to make the rest of them flinch. "What was the big emergency?"
Deidara glanced up somewhat apprehensively, looking at all of them; both Itachi and Kisame looked to be waiting expectantly for an answer while Sasori just looked irritated. He decided the easiest way to avoid the question was to ignore it and went back to his sorting.
"Pff, whatever, be a little goth, freak," grumbled Kisame when they received no answer. "Hey Sasori! What happened to that ugly cross?
Deidara automatically tensed at the word freak, but no one seemed to notice as far as he could tell.
"What cross?" Sasori asked mechanically, his mind already absorbed in whatever he was making.
"The one I attached to your book bag!" explained Kisame, "It belonged that creepy-ass, mother-fucker, you know? The freak with the white hair."
Deidara scowled at Kisame's continuous use of the 'f word'. He gripped a piece of wire tightly, forcing himself to remain silent. He had already drawn their attention way too much. He needed to lay low for a little while so they didn't single him out as a target for their personal entertainment. It would also be bad if they started suspecting him, and whether they suspected him of being involved in the cafeteria incident or not, they could still ruin his life just for talking back.
His silence seemed to pay off as all three of them began to ignore him all together.
"Come one Kisame, let's leave Sasori and his new… friend in peace. Sorry for bothering you, Sasori, I'll have to keep him on a tighter leash the next time," soothed Itachi as he led Kisame out of the room. Kisame whined indignantly but allowed himself to be pulled from the room.
"Hm," Sasori merely grunted, holding absolutely no sympathy for the tattooed boy. "Don't bother coming back here, ever."
"Oh, so cold," Itachi mock-whined as he closed the door behind him.
There were a few minutes of relaxed silence in which Deidara sighed and allowed the tension in his shoulders to leave. He honestly wanted to scream bloody murder –not to defend Hidan- he had felt the need to defend himself indirectly. He hated the word 'freak'; it brought back too many memories, and he hadn't liked being reminded of his past.
"Hey, brat," called Sasori.
Deidara glanced up questioningly. Had he done something to draw the redhead's attention? Or perhaps Sasori hadn't been ignoring him earlier.
Sasori starred at him for a minute before his gaze slipped past Deidara to something behind him. "Give me that piece of sand paper."
Deidara frowned; it truly amazed him how this boy turned all of his requests into demands. "Why don't you get it yourself?" asked Deidara as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
"You're closer," said Sasori simply with a shrug; though Sasori was unsure why he was actually bothering to give the blonde a reason. Normally, people just did his bidding.
Deidara glanced over his shoulder at the sand paper which was sitting on one of the counters, next to one of the sinks and then back to Sasori. Sasori just stared at him expectantly. Deidara held his ground for a few moments before sighing, and pushing himself out of his chair. It wasn't worth the effort. However, just because he was giving in did not mean he had to be happy about it. "Of course," grumbled Deidara sarcastically, "Whatever pleases you, oh-great-Sasori-sama." He continued his little rant as he took all of two steps to grab the paper, and then turned to give it to the redhead. "Will that be all, Sasori-danna?" Deidara questioned in a sickeningly sweet voice.
Sasori looked from the sand paper to the blonde amused. The blonde's attitude, although annoying, was at the same time entertaining. "Actually..." he mused.
Deidara crossed his arms and looked at Sasori expectantly.
"The 'oh-great' bit was a bit over the top. I'm perfectly fine as being referred to as 'danna' but if you would like to address me so highly, 'sama' also works," informed Sasori in a very serious voice.
Deidara stared at him in confusion until he saw the slight glimmer of amusement in his warm-brown eyes. Oh hell, did he just make a joke? After starring in shock for a moment, Deidara was knocked out of his daze by Sasori's soft chuckle before he went back to work on whatever it was he was making. Deidara had yet to figure that out.
Deidara quickly recovered his composure and frowned before returning to his own table while grumbling, "Tsk! Egotistical bastard."
The only effect his words had on the other boy were to make him chuckle once more before they both fell into a comfortable silence in which they worked on their separate projects.
However, the blonde couldn't stop examining the other boy all through class –or Free Period- he seemed so different from the rest of the Akatsuki, actually, so did Itachi, now that he thought about it, but it was the redhead who captured his attention.
He was somewhat annoying and rude- yes, definitely rude- but at the same time he had just seen a side of him that didn't live up to his cold appearance at all. Deidara had never seen anything other than annoyance in those cold brown eyes- granted, he had never really looked before- but here the boy had been joking with him, albeit a bit egotistically.
Sasori was having similar thoughts, but without looking up or losing focus from his work. The blonde was amusing, despite the nickname he'd been given. He tried to recall anything that he might know about the blonde, but nothing stood out. It was as if that very morning had been the first time he'd ever seen him. Honestly, he didn't even know his name. He vaguely remembered the blonde being called to the office during lunch, but he couldn't remember the name that had been spoken. While he contemplated this he etched carefully at what was to be the eye of his latest puppet. He was advancing his abilities by actually carving more humanistic details into his works of art. The eyes were the hardest because he was carving into the wood, which was already thin because it was a hollow puppet.
Deidara eventually let his mind focus completely on the task at hand. In his hand he held pure silver wire which he had wrapped very carefully into the shape of a ring. He had wrapped each layer of wire so tightly that you could barely tell it wasn't solid silver. The top was thicker because he had wrapped it around a very shiny amethyst with a light purple tinge. The stone he had made over a few days previous during work when business was slow. He had taken a scrap of pure amethyst that his boss gave him and polished it for hours until it was smooth and shiny. The hard part had been the symbol he had engraved in it. It had taken thirty-two tiny bits of onyx. It took him days with a chisel and blow torch and eye glass to embed every last piece into a shape that perfectly matched the Japanese kanji for 'sphere'.
He didn't know why he spent all that time on one little stone, but he had obsessed over it until it was done. Now, that he looked at it he frowned. It was perfect, in every way, and it disturbed him that he would never wear it. It was true he had never looked at jewelry as art work, and had therefore kept a lot of things he had made, but this piece just didn't seem like him. It was perfect, and he was extremely pleased with himself, but he could just never see himself wearing it. He fondled the ring as he marveled at his artwork; engraved on the underside of the stone was his personal symbol: a bird. He would definitely find a purpose for such a masterpiece.
"Fuck!"
Deidara jumped in fright at the abrupt noise, dropping the ring on the table. He turned to see Sasori glaring at his table and clutching his carving knife as if he was going to stab something. "What's wrong, un?"
Sasori growled before sending whatever he had been working crashing to the ground in a fit of rage.
"Wha-," Deidara bolted out of his seat and across the space that separated them to grab Sasori's wrist before he actually stabbed something. "Stop!"
"So close!" growled Sasori. His free hand clawed at the table while the one Deidara held clenched tightly, as if he was going to rip his arm away, but Deidara kept a firm hold.
Seeing that he wasn't likely to calm down soon, Deidara pried the knife from his hand and set it safely on the table. "Alright, calm down," Deidara slowly released the boy's wrist.
Sasori's hand immediately went to pull at his hair in aggravation.
After he was sure that Sasori had no intention of going for the knife, Deidara bent down to retrieve what had been thrown so roughly from the table. His eyebrows rose curiously when he noted that the wooden carving was an extremely, realistic human head. If it were painted and had a body, he might mistake it as a human being.
Deidara held the carving safely in his arms as he re-approached Sasori's table. "Here," said Deidara gently, "it doesn't appear to have suffered any damage." Deidara held the carving toward the aggravated redhead, but the boy merely scowled before turning away from his piece of work.
"It's a failure," snarled Sasori, "Just trash it."
Deidara stared at the boy in shock. "What about this piece of art is a 'failure'?" he exclaimed.
Sasori glanced at him with a frown, "The eyes."
Frowning, Deidara shifted the head until he could get a good look at the eyes. He had to look extremely close to see the tiny hole that was in the same spot the pupil should have been. "You're kidding right?" Deidara glanced between Sasori and the head, "I mean, I wouldn't have even noticed if you hadn't told me!"
"It doesn't matter if others notice!" growled Sasori as he stood up and attempted to knock the head out of Deidara's arms. "Iwill know it's there!"
Deidara gripped the head to prevent any further attempts at destroying it.
Sasori growled before turning away and kicking his chair.
Deidara placed the head down gently before walking up to Sasori and hugging him from behind, both in an attempt to comfort and to make sure the boy didn't knock anything else over. "It's alright Sasori-danna," cooed Deidara, "I bet you can fix it. I can help if you like." Deidara noted in the back of his mind that he was shorter the Sasori, but he supposed the reason the boy looked so short was because he never actually stood next to him. That, and compared to Itachi and Kisame, the boy was a midget.
Sasori stiffened at the surprise bodily contact, but was too preoccupied by the warmth enveloping him to push away. After a moment of silence and… hugging, he decided to break the silence, "Why did you call me 'danna' that time?"
"What?" Deidara lifted his head from where his cheek had been resting on Sasori's shoulder so he could look at his face.
"You called me Sasori-danna, why? You usually only call me that when I ask you to do something," explained Sasori before smirking, "Is there something else you're imagining when you call me that?"
"What?" Deidara pulled away as if he had been burned. "Why you little- ugh! You don't 'ask' me to do things! You demand! And I don't know, habit maybe!" Deidara huffed before turning to go back to his table and grumbling to himself.
Sasori frowned when Deidara and couldn't help but notice that the blonde was either dense, or he was completely ignoring the sexual innuendo in his second comment; most likely the former. The boy was blonde after all.
Deidara stomped back over to his table while trying to rid himself of the slightly, perverted comment that Sasori had made appear in his mind.
"Wait."
Deidara hesitated only slightly before glancing over his shoulder to see Sasori standing there, holding the wooden head.
"Un?"
"You said you'd help me," Sasori looked at him expectantly.
Deidara sighed, but turned back to Sasori nonetheless. "Here, un." He pulled two equal-sized onyx stones from his pocket and held them out. "Cut out the entire pupil in each eye and then put these in them. Or, if you have no intention of painting it I can give you wooden ones."
Sasori took the stones and looked at them critically before holding them up to the eyes of his creation. After a moment or two of studying them he smirked, and headed back to his table.
"You could at least thank me," huffed Deidara with his hands on his hips before turning to go back to his table.
However, before he reached it, he paused as a warm breath ghosted across his neck and traveled to his ear.
"Thank you." The unusual sensation made him shiver, but before he could even comprehend what had happened, it was gone.
Sasori smirked; no way was the blonde dense enough to ignore that. He was beginning to see how the boy could be entertaining.
Deidara remained frozen while Sasori walked passed him toward his table and picked up the newly finished ring. "You make jewelry?"
"Un." Deidara moved to stand next to him, somewhat worried about the safety of his latest artwork, however, Sasori held it gently as he turned it around and examined it from several angles. Deidara watched the way he examined it and couldn't help but notice the ring looked nice with the boy's somewhat pale complexion. It was then that he realized how he could make his art work. He could make it for other people. He would still make his own jewelry like before, but he could easily avoid calling it artwork; especially, when he made it out of soda tabs.
He glanced at the boy once more, biting his lip while making a decision; finally, he released a sigh, "Keep it, un."
Sasori's head jerked up to stare at him, and Deidara was stunned at the amount of surprise that filled the boy's usually stoic face. Almost immediately, however, the redhead's face became suspicious. "Why?" he questioned.
"Because," began Deidara, "Haku-sensei thinks I need to work on art that will be everlasting, but whether I can make it or not, I just can't keep it. It goes against my 'art is fleeting' nature. I've only ever worn my own creations because I've never looked at it as 'art' before. The point of me making art that lasts is that it actually 'lasts'. If I keep it, it will never see the light of day."
Sasori raised an eyebrow at this explanation, "… 'Art is fleeting'?" he questioned.
Deidara hesitated before answering; he didn't want to mention his explosive artwork for fear of revealing himself. "You know, like… um, ice sculptures! Or… something made out of food that will disappear as people eat it. Oh! And flower arranging! Although, it takes forever for it to disappear, but it is still fleeting. Or things like the auroras; although, that's like a natural piece of art."
"That's stupid, art is always everlasting," disagreed Sasori.
"No, it isn't, un!" Deidara insisted, "If you look at the Mona Lisa, I don't see anything special about it. It's absolutely boring! But if you see something amazing, just once, and for only a few seconds, then that image of beauty becomes engraved in your mind, un." Deidara crossed his arms and huffed stubbornly, as if to say he wouldn't argue on the subject any longer.
Sasori sighed exasperatedly before glancing at the ring in his hand, "I can really keep it?" He didn't know why, but the ring called to him. It was amazingly beautiful but simple at the same time. Exactly how he liked things.
Deidara noticed the way the boy stared at the ring, like a child on Christmas, and smiled. "Un, but you have to take care of it."
Sasori nodded silently and slid the ring onto his left thumb.
Deidara watched as Sasori turned away without so much as a thank you, but he found he didn't really mind. Somehow, seeing those normally cold eyes with a hint of warmth made him feel really happy. He loved making others happy and, from the look on Sasori's face, he knew the boy would take good care of the ring.
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