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 Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 7:19 pm
Sasori gave another try to answer Deidara before his shoulders saggd slightly and he nodded to the blonde, lifting his hand to piont to his eyes, that had changed color. The brown eyes blinked, the hand that had been lifted up to piont to the male's orbs being stared at. The male's eyes widened abit before he clenched his hand into a fist and placed in to the ground beside him. the other hand held the (melted) ice pack in place.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 7:33 pm
Deidara nodded a little as Sasori pointed to his eyes, then stared as the redhead clenched his fist. After a few moments, he slowly shifted out of his seat and moved to rest on his knee's on the floor near the smaller male. His movements were cautious, as if he were unsure that they were okay. After what had happened the last time they were both in control... well, he couldn't be too sure that Sori would re-appear at any time.
A timid hand shifted out to rest on Sasori's shoulder, an almost nervous blond chewing at his lip even more.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 7:56 pm
Sasori rolled his eyes, his head shifted backwards to toss the ice pack off his cold, now deflated red hair before his hand drapped itself over the blonde's shoulder. The smaller male was on his knees as he shifted to where his nose lightly pressed into the notch where Deidara's collar bone ended, his cheek against the fabric of the other male's chirt. The arm that was drapped over Deidara moved so that it and its partner were loosely twined around Deidara's waist.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:07 pm
Deidara tensed for a moment, then let out a bit of a sigh before relaxing entirely. He wrapped his arms around Sasori's shoulders, pulling him closer for a long hug. It felt like he'd needed that hug, as he begun shaking a little. "I hate this, un..." came a quiet mumble from the blond, before he began repeating it over and over. Oh boy, did he hate this. He hated Sori, not for his person, but for the fact that he was there. For the fact that he took over Sasori's body, and didn't know him very well.
They were locked in a house, had stranger alter-ego's, Sori/Sasori had some sort of pervert after him(maybe more!), and Deidara only had a tiny amount of clay... the blond was a bit on emotional stress.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:26 pm
The red head blinked confusedly at the shaking, his mind working over what emotion would cause the body to react in such a way. Sasori's body seemed to move oon its own as he repositioned himself so he was sitting in the blonde's lap, his small legs stretched out past the blonde's sides. The hard wood floor had left little imprints in the ex-Akatsuki member's kness. The smaller male had one hand trace circles into the other's back while the other ran its fingers through the mass of blonde hair.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:41 pm
Deidara bit his lip lightly, pulling back a little so the redhead could move. He then buried his face full-force into Sasori's neck, arms wrapping tightly around the older male. The back rubbing and fingers running through his hair was soothing, but he remained there with the redhead pulled close for a bit longer, just because. Just because it was his Sasori, and not some freaky alter-ego. Just because they were already there, close and comfortable. Just because he wanted to.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 5:06 pm
Sasori's body shivered from the face in his neck before deflating as a rush of air came from his mouth, no sound coming from the action.The smaller male continued the actions with his hands while his head turned slightly to lay his lips gently on the top of Deidara's ear, lingering on the contact of skin. The larger male's blonde locks hide a small marking on Sasori's hand, the kanji for silence.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 9:27 pm
Deidara gave a partial shiver to the lips against his ear. He began relaxing a bit more, but still kept them up instead of leaning his weight on Sasori. He then shifted his head, and nuzzled the redheads' neck, planting a soft kiss there before pulling back. He leaned forwards to press their foreheads together. "What's wrong with us, Sasori-kun, un?" the blond mumbled softly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 5:37 pm
The red head gave a small squirm as his neck was nuzzled and kissed, the sensation tickling his nerves. A pair of dull brown eyes stared up unblinkingly at the blue green one. A puzzeled look crossed Sasori's face as an odd honorific passed out of Deidara's lips. The 'kun' instead of 'danna' thing aside, the smaller male twiddeled on the question before raising one of his two hands (that had rested at the stop of the blonde's back) to tap lightly at the larger male's temple.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 5:46 pm
Deidara thought on the motion for a few moments, and then closed his eye, letting out a soft sigh. "So, we've gone crazy, un?" he asked lightly. That was supposed to make him feel better, but he only made himself feel worse. The tiny chuckle that escaped the blonds' lips after that statement came out empty, and ended with said blond looking off to the side as he shifted into a bit of deep thought. Had they gone crazy? Or, were they just starting to?
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 6:32 pm
Sasori tapped lightly on Deidara's head, making the male turn and face him so that the male could clearly see the hand in front of the azure eye. The red head began making symbols with his hands, but they weren't jutsu seals, it was the sign language used by ninja... Or atleast the ninja in Sunagakure. The smaller male hoped that the male could understand as he repeated the motions again, straining to remeber the signals. 'Like that grin of yours whenever you created 'art' was ever sane?' The hand stopped its motions as the pair of brown eyes stared at Deidara, a small smirk/smile on his face.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 3:55 pm
Deidara blinked a few times, seemingly taking a few moments to figure out what Sasori was trying to get across. Only after a bit, did it show that he did understand, but something else was distracting him. The blond took one of the redheads' hands and blinked at it, pulling it closer to his face to see better. "What's this, un?" came a question, as if the redhead knew. The larger male began working on remembering what the kanji written there meant, as education had never been a thing of remembrance for the young male.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 5:26 pm
Sasori's eyes widened ever so slightly as the smirk on his face disappeared and the smaller male closed his hand quickly. The red head felt squemish at the thought of the blonde seeing the writing. Hopefully Deidara hadn't learned the kanji, or its meaning, but then again, it is Chinese and had multiple meanings... please let the younger male not understand....
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 5:37 pm
Deidara just barely started getting around to the kanji part of his brain, before the hand was closed, and he was left staring at fingers. A frown crossed his lips, his fingers brushing over the others', before he let the hand go, and he dropped his own. A questioning look went to Sasori, a confused shine in them. He hadn't understood the kanji in time, but he wanted to know why the redhead stopped him from remembering it. A strange feeling shifted in his stomach.
"What's that, un?" Deidara asked again, still looking to Sasori with the questioning eye.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 5:52 pm
Sasori gave a weary smile to the blonde before pulling backwards, standing and taking a step back from the other male. The outfit and the male's legs were dusted off before the hand that had no markings to speak in sign language again, "This poor human body of mine needs to be feed, he didn't take care of it." And with that Sasori quickly excused himself to rumage through the fridge. A hollow feeling in his stomach wasn't craving food though, and numbly the male thought back on the odd prefix he had recieved and what he had just done.
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