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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 12:17 pm
" Alright, un. I'll set up here, un." Deidara didn't believe that Sasori-donna might have heard him however, because by the time he had spoken Sasori was already far off.
When he was sure the young-looking man was out of earshot, he gave a small sigh. In a way, he felt...usless. Sasori was busy setting traps while he was busy setting camp. What was he, a housewife? Yet. he wouldn't complain. In an attempt to be friendly with the other artist, the tall man belived to have failed. He hoped Sasori was creeped out of anything. He didn't know why, but he wanted the red-head to appriciate him, to talk to him about God-knows-what.
Like his counterpart, Deidara removed a summoning scroll for an inner pocket of his Akatsuki cloak, the one he was so pround to wear. The other members seemed immortal compared to him. Especially the Uchiha with the blood red eyes. he hoped those eyes were never transfixed on him, that's for sure.
Finding a shady spot under a tree with low-hung branches, the nin previosly from Iwakage summoned the tent with the scorll he had held in his nailpolish-clad hands. He never really understood that part of the uniform-he thought it made him apper feminine.
Did Sasori think he was a girl? He leaned backwards for a moment, shutting his azure orbs lightly-even in a matter people would find attractive- and thought. Sure, the long, blond hair might cause others to think of him as one, maybe it was the shape of his eyes, But still, back in Iwakage, he had been hit on by quite a few men, who would have been lucky to not have recived a punch in the face. Whoever said artists were always gentle had a long way to go. He was sure Sasori would never let that happen to him. He probably would have delt with the man...accordingly. A slight blush crept over the bridge of Deidara's nose, and he instantly gasped, bolting upright. He quickly fought the thing away. Where did that come from? he thought to himself silently, cursing in his mind.
He sat up, going to gather firewood, ridding all thoughts of Sasori out of his mind. A mistake, that was. He didn't mean to think of him like that, he couldn't have.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 12:39 pm
It was the easiest thing in the world for Sasori to arrange the complex series of traps around the perimeter of the camp. He had done the same a thousand times before, owing to his slight paranoia whenever he went travelling. Even in the Akatsuki headquarters his room was heavily guarded. It was his belief that if his traps could withstand the intrusion of the other Akatsuki menbers, they could easy keep away enemy ninja no matter how skilled they were.
As a result of the almost subconcious state that he was working in, Sasori had plently of room in his mind to go over how his first meeting with his new partner had went.
His first opinion of Deidara had changed, albeit not very much. He knew now that his companion was neither annoyingly childlike nor completely crazy, but rather someone of intelligence who was a good conversationalist. It had felt unusually natural for Sasori to be speaking so casually with a stranger, which surprised him. Generally, he was very reserved and quiet, hating to discuss anything with anyone. Leader-sama must have been right after all in pairing him with the blond.
Sasori had always found difficulty in forming relationships with anyone, which was no surprise considering his attitude towards social interaction. Deep down, he hoped that such a norm might be broken for the sake of Deidara. It had been a very long time since he had found someone that easy to speak and debate with. He would never admit it to himself, but Sasori was beginning to believe that despite his general view of people as ignorant and stupid, Deidara actually seemed rather kind and pleasant.
When the puppet-master landed heavily on the ground near a small pile of wood that Deidara had arranged, he surveyed the camp in search of his companion. It was still a decent hour and he hoped to fit in another good conversation with the man before they went to sleep.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 11:49 am
" Oh, Sasori-donna! You're back, un!"
The blond man sat on a low tree branch, his feet swining to the side. The incident had been wiped from his memory by self-will- he didn't want to think of it like that. Sasori was a good conversationlist, maybe they could throw in one more debate later on.
" How'd the traps go?" he said this with a quizzical, intrested look on his face. He no longer thought of Sasori as a stubborn, pig-headed guy but somebody who was just quiet and like to justify his point.
The blond jumped from the branch, landing on the ground like a cat. The large peice of hair covering his right eye rustled slightly as he landing, threating to come out from the safty of the crossed-out Iwakage headband, the one that marked him as a missing nin.
(( Writer's block- I'm sorry! ><))
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 12:17 pm
"Uneventfully," Sasori shrugged. "I didn't see anything interesting."
Flint was procured from inside the puppet-master's robes, who wasted no time in lighting the fire. Soon it was merrily crackling away. Sasori warmed his hands over the flames for a moment before he cleared a place and sat down on the ground.
"Hopefully this is the only night we're going to need to camp. There's supposed to be a fairly large villiage nearby, so I'm sure we can get a room somewhere." Curiously, Sasori seemed to be in a much better humor than he had been previously. He had taken the opportunity to get away from Deidara for a short while, which had alowed him to relax. The wilderness that encompassed him was enjoyable as well. Sasori disliked large settlements, especially ones as populated as Sunagakure.
Sasori lounged close enough to the fire to recieve a good amount of heat but still far enough for his cloak not to catch. He maintained it by carefully arranging the sticks and adding new ones. Even though he could stick his hand right in without consequence, he didn't do so for fear of risking the safety of his sleeve. Even though Sasori didn't always take care of his own health, he could at least take care of his clothing.
"So," the redhead interjected after a while. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, Deidara-san?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 5:41 pm
Deidara sat across from the redhead, not wanting to get too close in fear of angering him or making think of something...other then a friend.
The question, however, caught him off gaurd. About himself? He was surprised. Would Sasori really be intrested in his past? (( I finally get to use this! :'DD))
Well, best get his over with. He leaned back, placing two hands on the ground. " Well." he started " I come from a family of high-class people, both my mother and father, un. They cared about money and statistics more than artwork, un." he gave a deep sigh, then continued. " They also frowned on ninjas and their lifestyle, spitting on it and calling it " a job for restless, bloodthirsty hounds.' That's why I left them when I was about fourteen, un. I was considerd a disgrace by them both, un." he gave a small, almost sad smile.
" I had a sister, too, un. She was younger than I was by about three years, un. She liked artwork too, but my parents liked her more, brought her out of it quicker than they ever could have gotton it out of me, un." he trailed off again. " I just hope she'll be able to break out of there grasp, don't you?'"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 6:28 pm
Sasori had been listening intently. It was one of his stronger points, and the interest that he held in the young man who shared his company intrigued him. Deidara's story was reminding him of his earlier days a little bit. He had been a rebellious child as well.
A nod was offered in response to Deidara's last question. "I do. The world doesn't have enough artists. Too many people that I encounter seem like your parents. It would be a pity if another person grew up to become like that," Sasori said with a wry smile.
"You sound a lot like me. I came from a high-status family as well, but they were mostly shinobi. My passion for artwork was frowned upon by them - a ninja should concentrate on what's in front of them instead of clinging to ideals. They didn't understand that I could combine the two of them and be able to use my art as a weapon. I don't have any siblings either. Even if I did, I probably wouldn't have been close with them. I keep to myself, mostly."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:46 pm
Deidara gave a smile behind the collar or his cloak. " I could tell, un." he said, azure eyes dancing behind the light of the flames. Saosri-donna seemed like a lone wolf, and that might have been why. Due to the circumstances of his childhood, Deidara could have would up the same way if it wasn't for his sister, whom he was so over-protective of back then. If his calculatiosn were correct, she would have been fifteen by then. He wondered about her on a daily basis, but nobody knew. He had only told Sasori.
" How did you mangae? I mean, without a family to look after you and stuff like that, un." He had been young when he left, it was difficult on him. Luckily, theivery was another talent of Deidaras, not just art.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 4:08 pm
Sasori raised an eyebrow at Deidara's question. How did he manage without a family? He had been managing without anyone close to him throughout his whole life. His family was often not home, and even when they were, Sasori very rarely talked to them. He hated his family.
"It was easy for me to get along without them," he levelly explained. "After I left Sunagakure, I fended for myself while I traveled. I did that for a number of years, since I was young then. There were always shinobi after me, but I knew how to cover my tracks and fight them off if I needed to. When Akatsuki was founded, I was one of the first ones to join. Akatsuki needed my talents, and I was glad to have protection and a permanent place to stay."
Though he was loath to admit it, Sasori was happy to have gotten that off his chest. Like himself, he could tell that Deidara was a good listener and wasn't going to judge him on what he revealed.
"So what about you? What did you do before you joined Akatsuki?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 5:52 pm
Well, that made perfect sense. It told Deidara why he seems so tough to break through. It was all that isolation. Surley if he befriened anybody, there was always the risk of meeting his execution. Then, Deidara never would have met him, and he'd probably get stuck with the cannibal.
However, it seemed to be his turn to answer the question. What did he do before the Akatsuki?
" After I left my family, I joined something...similar to the Akatsuki, un. But it was bigger, almost like a mafia if you will, un. I was so used to being told I had no talent- ' What will you do with your life? How's artwork going to help?' they always sneered, un. It felt so wonderful to have people that respected me, you know what I mean, Sasori-donna? "
He snickered a little bit " Can you believe they actually mistook me for a girl at first?" He shook his head. " Anyway, it was fun at first, but I realized in such a big group I wasn't all that apprecitated- the wolf whistles tipped me off after a white, hehe. That's when I found the Akatsuki and resigns from that. Took a while for me to convince them, though, which is why I joined so late in the game."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 7:14 pm
"If it makes any difference, I believed that you were male when I met you," Sasori said before he could stop himself. He had shifted his position to lying on the ground with his body propped up on his elbow. "I mean, you're pretty and all, but you've got such a low voice."
The puppet-master's loose tongue had gone too far. It was probably only because he hadn't had anyone to talk to in such a long time, but without realising it had given away much more than he wanted to. Sasori's hands tensed.
...Did I just call Deidara pretty? Damn, I hope he doesn't take that the wrong way. Sure, he is kind of cute, but I didn't need to tell that to him. Well, this is awkward.
Sasori's tension was making it impossible for him to speak any more, so troubled were his thoughts. Instead of meeting Deidara's eyes as he usually did, he chose to stare directly into the heart of the flames as if it were less painful than seeing his azure lights again.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 5:19 pm
As unexpected as the reaction was, Deidara couldn't help what followed. He laughed. Not a completley out there, full force, belly laugh, but more of like a chuckle with a little more oomph to it, to show that he truly ment it.
The laughtered down, and he smiled. " Well, I suppose that was a compliment, un." He was glad to know Sasori thought he was a guy from the first time they met, and not just suddenly learning it right then and there. It ould have definatly been akward.
" It does make a diffrence though, un. Imagine what your surprise would have been if you just learned I was a guy, hmm?" He sat cross-legged, knowing that the conversation was more laid-back then the first as he watched Sasori's body language. He looked upwards, the stars twinkling over the set-up camp. " I mean, when you hear my voice-like you said- you'd think it be kinda obvious, right?"
He felt happy around Sasori now, like he didn't have to be so uptight and intelligant. He couldn't do that with everybody now in the Akatsuki
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 6:07 pm
"It wouldn't have been as awkward as you might think. My opinion of you wouldn't have changed if you had told be you were a girl. Gender's really only a physical thing to begin with."
By now, Sasori has loosened up enough to be able to continue on with casual conversation again. The way in which Deidara had accepted his comment had helped immensely with that. He was still feeling a little bit tense, but he knew that it was in his nature to be acting that way.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 1:39 pm
The man smiled, eyes still transfixed on the stars. " Yeah, but you never know, un. You'd be surprised how many polite guys I've met along the way have tried to get me in there pants, un." He chuckled at what Sasori's mental reaction might be to that. " Althoguh, you hardly seem the type, un."
He sensed the tenseness that Sasori was giving off, and he tried to show how laid back the conversation was as he uncrossed his legs and layed on his side, arm on the side of his head as if he was sitting on a couch and not the hard, dirty ground instead.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:33 am
You never do know,
Sasori humored himself by thinking. He didn't voice the comment for fear of Deidara getting the wrong idea. Deidara's casual body language helped to lighten the mood, although he still felt slightly defensive. Instead of remaining like that and keeping silent, he decided to go on the verbal offensive.
"I'd like to know a little bit more about your exploding clay, Deidara-san. When did you start using it? How does it work?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:52 am
Deidara grinned. Looked like he would finally be able to step away from the family conversation. He didn't want to remember her. Plus, now he finally share his own experiances and tools in the art of...well...art.
" I use a fine explosive powder in my clay, un. With my chakara, I can make it explode at my own will, un. Also, I can use it to create a bird, used for transpertation, un."
He stopped, not wanting to sound like he was bragging. Oh, he was going to continue, all right, but he wanted to word it better. Surely, Sasori-donna was stronger than himself, but he felt no need to admit to it. He already won the debate earlier.
" I also put a scope over my left eye for long-range observation, alothough it rarley has to do with the clay, un." He then decided to answer Sasori's second question. " I started using it around the age of eleven, although I almost took off a finger or two the first tries." He smiled, showing he was in good spirits about the incidents.
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