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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 10:30 am
The azure-eyed man nodded as his partner recalled the events prior to his Akatsuki days. " I understand, hmm." he said, still in awe. Despite the fact that he thought the older of the two was wrong in his image of the word 'art', Deidara realized now that it was prehaps his dedication that made him such an amazing guy to him- the true reason he addressed him as Sasori-donna.
" That's something I'd probably never be able to put myself through for my work, hmm. Although, I'd blow up in the process, but you know what I mean, hmm."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 5:35 pm
Deidara's humorous comment brought an amused grin to Sasori's features. To pass the time, he gave his body a cursory glance to ensure that there were no scratches or dents he had overlooked. Unfurling his wickedly sharp wings, the puppet-master checked those over as well. With them he looked like some cruel but hauntingly beautiful fallen angel.
"Yes," was really all Sasori could say in reply. Curiosity overtook his mind for a couple of seconds after he had finished preening himself. Specifically, he was wondering about Deidara's own past.
"How did you get to be involved with your own form of art, Deidara-san? Why did you choose it?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:25 am
The wings were, indeed, beautiful, Deidara realized. It must have taken a lot of work to make those... he thought to himself. However, his attention span came back to him at Sasori's question. How had he got started? He smiled.
" Well, Sasori-donna, it all started when I was younger- five or six, maybe? A new Tsuchikage was elected, which caused for celebration, as you could imagine, hmm." The old memories flooded back to him then: One of the rare childhood experiances where he was actually happy.
" My parents were well-known through the village, so they were 'honored guests', I guess." He almost wanted to spit after mentioning his parents. They made his skin crawl. " So, knowing that, we had kind of a front-row veiw of a beautiful firework display that night. The beauty of the fireworks instantly caught my attention, and that's when I realized- Art was something short-lived and sponatious- A bang!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:34 am
Sasori nodded, clearnly listening intently. He by no means shared Deidara's philisophy on art, but he could see how and why it was important to the younger man. Something momentary such as a firework display was beautiful, but when it came down to it all it really was was the combustion of a certain concentration of chemicals. There wasn't anything special to that, really.
Nevertheless, Sasori was still inquisitive about Deidara's unique form of art. "And the exploding clay? Was that your own invention?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 12:56 pm
"Yes."
The man held back a chuckle as he explained. " Well, it wasn't exactly a planned art trait. You see, after the firework display, I became enchanted by it- what chemicals caused what colors, how to make several go off at once, ectetra. So, when I was old enough, I sought out the firework artist to study under him." He didn't mention his parents extreme anger in the chosen profession. He couldn't.
" So, one day, I was toying around with the explosives- Well, maybe that's not the best word- and one of them went haywire and collided into a nearby clump of clay, a natural resorce of Iwagakure. Sure enough, it exploded, and that's when my mind started to race, despite my sensei's frustration. Clay can be used to create artwork. Fireworks were artwork. I put them both together to make something even more artistc, hmm." The blonde secretly enjoyed talking about himself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 1:36 pm
The puppet-master could easily tell Deidara's enthusiasm in recounting his earlier days. Sasori honestly didn't mind hearing in detail about them at all. While his partner was a good speaker, Sasori was an equally good listener.
It really was interesting, hearing what kind of a past Deidara had. Sasori knew as well as anyone how much a person's upbringing could affect their personality. This young blond he was faced with had been a creative child, with little regard for authority. Sasori had been much the same, except he had rebelled in his own quiet way for many a year before actually doing anything about it. That was exactly why he had assassinated the Kazekage, in addition to a good number of Suna's best and brightest shinobi. Even twenty years later, the village was still recovering.
Sasori wanted to know more about his companion, he really did. Especially how he had been able to maintain his bubbly personality up until the time he was allied with a bunch of S-ranked criminals.
"What happened when you left your village?" Sasori humored him. "Did you spend a lot of time in planning it out, or did you just decide to do it spontaneously?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:35 pm
The blonde hoped he wasn't bugging Sasori, what with all his talking. His mother had scolded him for his love of talking, especially about him self. Egotistical, she would call him. Yeah he thought Like SHE could talk. Not wanting to seem like he was upset about anything, he continued answering his donna's questions.
"When I left Iwagakure, I did have a few things planned out, however it was really by luck that it actually worked, hmm." Hand going to the nape of his neck, he gave out somewhat of a chuckle. "You see, I had heard of a terrorist group while still in Iwa looking for members. I saw it as an oppurtunity to use my artwork on a regular basis." His azure eyes glimmered at the mention of it. Outside of the fact that he was confused as a female the first few times- he was oddly quiet back then-, it was a good experiance. Ah, irony.
" I needed to catch their attention, which is why I commited a few of the air bombings on my old village. Not to mention I got to show them my own skill, both as a shinobi and an artist. Did you feel the same way, Sasori-donna?" He didn't really know much of his partners past, he realized. " Did you ever feel...restricted?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:23 pm
"Restricted?" Sasori quietly echoed. He had experienced that feeling all throughout his life, in varying incarnations.
Emotionally he had restricted himself ever since he was very young - Sasori had never known love, nor even true friendship. It wasn't like he could get along with anyone, really. Sasori had come to see the darker sides of humanity as a child and grew up viewing people as a whole as being ignorant and resistant to change. Only fit for use as toys and puppets to be used as means to an end. Deidara was the only one in his life who had caused him to first doubt the truth of that perspective.
Physical restriction was something that he had overcome the day he had created his puppet-body. However, that transformation had its own disadvantages to it. He could no longer drink or eat real food more than once a week, and then only in tiny portions. His hands and face were also the only things that could feel the touch of pliant wood or a summer's breeze. That had been the result of Sasori's mastery over the workings of the human body. What appeared to be skin on him was in reality a specially crafted kind of flexible metal, with his nerve endings lying right below the surface. That creation was what had taken up most of his creativity and energy in designing. Sasori would have simply made artificial wooden hands and left it at that if he had so been inclined, but he wanted to keep at least a small part of his human form.
Sasori got back to answering the question he had been presented with. "Yes, I have. When I was a child I felt so restricted by everyone around me. That's mostly why I made this body and went on to assassinate the Kazekage and all of that. But after I was free from that place, I started to get depressed knowing that my work would never be recognized by anyone but myself. At least when I was back in Suna my sensei and fellow ninja paid attention to my fighting skill. But while I was alone, nobody could see how great my artwork really was. That's why I joined Akatsuki. Both to display my artwork to the world and also to have security from all of the hunters after me. It was fun and all to fight off enemy shinobi for a couple of years, but everything gets old after a while."
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 6:45 am
Deidara nodded as Akasuna no Sasori spoke. " I underatand, you, un." said the blonde after the red-head had finished speaking. " Iwa- although being a shinobi village- was actually quite peaceful. A few of the villagers actually were from other villages, shinobi in retirment. Since it is in the mountians, and clay is our natural resourse, many of them live off creating diffrent peices with it. How unfortunate that they couldn't see the beauty of my own work."
The blonde shrugged. "It almost wasn't fitting, in a sense. My own teamates and sensei had liked it, though." a sad smile came of the blonde face, which he hid with the hair in his face. " My sensei had actual been proud. He had said that it become one of Iwa's better known techniques. However, it was scarcly acknowlaged, unless something else in the village went with it." The sad smile with replaced with an almost sheepish-grin, very similar to that of a certain blonde Jinniukuri.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 2:52 pm
Sasori had been listening intently and watching Deidara carefully all throughout his speech. It wasn't every day that he had the opportunity to chat about his past with someone who would actually hear him out. "I see what you mean," he responded.
After Deidara fell silent, Sasori unraveled a length of the metal cable that occupied his stomach cavity and used it to pick up his traveling bag that lay on the ground. Because he manipulated every part of his body using his chakra, it took no more effort than if he had reached down and taken it with his hand. With the end of the wire coiled around the handle like a monkey's tail, the puppet-master searched through his belongings. He drew out a thin, but long scroll that seemed a little bit worse for wear. Carefully he unwrapped it and looked it over, smiling ever so slightly at what it depicted.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 3:47 pm
The blonde Iwa nin looked causualy over in Sasori's direction as he took the scroll out of his bag. He had only caught the smile the puppet-master gave out of the corner of his eye, so he knew automatically is was an important document- or, at least to him, anyway.
Yet, his curiosity peaked. If Sasori-donna didn't want me to see it... Deidara thought carefuly he wouldn't take it out right infront of me, right? Giving a wry smile, the man asked the red head with respect
"What's that?".
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 4:23 pm
Sasori looked abruptly upwards at the sound of Deidara's voice. No wonder he had made him curious about what he was looking at when he had that stupid little grin on his face. Immediately he shifted his face back into a more neutral expression and rolled the scroll back up.
"Blueprints for some of the puppets I've designed," he explained, setting his bag back down and instead coiling his tail of sorts around the document. That way he was able to bring it over and safely deposit it in Deidara's hands. "Some of them are quite old. Go ahead and take a look, though."
All of the original sketches that Sasori had crafted were done with amazing accuracy and attention to detail. Everything he did in regards to his art was always slow and methodical. Even if it was only a sketch, Sasori liked for things to look perfect.
What Deidara would probably find interesting about the pictures was the number of small, animal-shaped puppets that were drawn there. In his earlier days, Sasori had quite enjoyed playing his his creations whenever they weren't being used for combat. There were even a couple of birdlike figures on the sheet with all of the different parts and materials labeled. Sasori still had a couple of those back in his workshop at the Akatsuki headquarters. He had been quite proud of them.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:44 am
Even if he wasn't an expert, Deidara was stunned. Everything was...well...perfect. If he hadn't already known these facts of Sasori's life-thanks to the talks they had just hand- The blonde would easily guess that the red-head had spent years...maybe even decades working on the puppets.
The puppet-master had predicted correctly: The small bird-appering puppets had caught his eye soon after the shock of his human puupets wore off. He gave a simple smile as he examined them: Like himself, it was obvious that Akasuna no Sasori also was obbsessed with the word perfection.
" These are amazing, Sasori-donna." said the Akatsuki nin breathlessly, the blueprints still in his fair hands.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:13 pm
"Thank you," Sasori answered in a tone of voice which could be described as almost timid. He wasn't used to accepting praise for his art, especially now that he was living among the Akatsuki. Orochimaru, while he had been partnered with him, had always said that his work was worthless and unnatural. Sasori thought exactly the same about the creepy man's genetic research. As such, their frequent arguments were often heated and violent. Sasori was damn glad that he had quit.
The puppet-master extended his metal cable once again to take back the blueprints. Even if Deidara was being careful with them, he had always felt uneasy about leaving his work in anyone else's control. Sasori had always been overprotective of his puppets, and even paranoid that something would happen to them. That was why he was so adept at setting traps and using defensive strategies. His puppets were like his children, almost. He'd never want for them to get hurt.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 11:22 am
"You're welcome, hmm."
Deidara nodded as his red-headed partner took the blueprints away- with his tail, which was still a little odd to Deidara. He understood that the puppet master would be a bit precautious with his blueprints- The tall blonde surley wouldn't want his stuff destroyed just because he let somebody else look at them. He had had similar experiances with Tobi.
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