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A young man stopped outside the towering house. It was so tall that it was only just camouflaged with the masses of trees shrouding it, although he was sure that form the roof he was sure to see over the heads of the forestry.
Despite it’s grandeur, the house needn’t display what its purpose was  and just how great it was with something superfluous like a signpost...many people knew already just what this house was stayed well away.
As this was the Akatsuki Hideout.
The young man grinned as he approached the door with air of confidence and relief.
Finally...he was here.

The redhead would have given quite a lot for this to be a normal day. As long as the definition of normality included working on his artwork for at lest a few hours and then, and only then, would he do some work.
However, as Sasori stared out form the view from the window above his desk, looking out towards the forest and the slight rain, he realised that today was the day he was receiving a new partner. Sasori sighed. Well...Any new partner had to be better than his last, right? All the same, meeting new people wasn’t his forte, so to speak.

At least he did have some say in whoever he got. After the leader appointed a newcomer, whoever he was partnered with was offered a trial period. Sasori had long forgotten how long that trial was...a week, perhaps?
If the new recruit was so annoying or impossible to work with, he could always just kill him anyhow. After all, this was the worst criminal organisation of ninja in the world. One count of murder couldn’t hurt.

When the leader finally finished debriefing the new Akatsuki recruit, he was left to wander the premises.
He wandered around the bottom floor of the tall and towering house, before quickly making his way up the steps. He was exited; ever since being exiled from his hidden village, this was the place he wanted to be.
Screw being an ordinary, pathetic, good ninja...he was accepted into the most powerful and criminal place around.

Until the leader had explained so, he hadn’t realised that he was supposed to have partner.
Still, thought the newcomer, as he brushed some of his long golden hair momentarily out of his eyes, after years of being just a tad more accomplished than everyone else in back where he came from, he was happy to have someone of equal calibre.
Or at least, he hoped so.

So when he approached his allocated room, curios to meet his new roommate...he was a more than a little disappointed with his reaction...

Sasori heard the knock on his door far too soon than he would have liked. Pfft...This was going to be a pain.
“Entre” he called over his shoulder, just as the door swung open.

Perhaps if the redhead was a little bit more patient, he would have at least waited before acting, maybe he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did at all when the young blond arrived in the doorway, abundant with conceited grins.

He recognised this guy. He remembered his face from a time long ago.
And that really was not a good thing.

Before he got time to complete the sentence “Hey. I’m your new partner -” The puppeteer moved towards the newcomer, and without any word of warning, shoved him against the now closed door. The young man only had time to gasp in pain as he was thrown backwards.

After pushing the young man, Sasori stepped backwards form him, sending him a scrutinising glare.
“What the hell was that all about, un?!” The man yelled, trying to regain balance. He was at medium height, with long blond that came past his shoulders, with a long fringe concealing his left eye. His skin was smooth and tanned, and his eyes blazed with flashes of anger.

“It’s you...You...YOU!”  Sasori whispered to himself, half unable to believe he was coming face to face was the man he had only seen photos of before. The recognition was unbelievable.
The puppeteer was sure that this was that man...the man whose existence took his parents away from him.
This was guy that his parents were supposed to be protecting on a mission, but just as they were ambushed by some leaf ninjas, he betrayed them and ran off, leaving them to get killed by the enemy.

“Is this a game seeing how many times can a person say ‘you’ over and over again, un?” The blond mocked as Sasori kept him against the door. The visible blue eye stared at the redhead, still burning with livid annoyance.

Sasori just slammed him into the door again.
The blond’s head was whipped back with impact, and he groaned as Sasori let him go. The back of his head had been struck against the heavy door, and it made him dizzy.
When he straightened up, the blond wore an irate expression, looking as though he was trying to keep his cool but failing.

“Who am I to you, anyway, un?” He spat angrily. “You must think I am some sort of monster to deserve that...oh so lovely welcome, un. I know I'm only on trial, but bloody hell."” He was sorely tempted to run a knife into his new partner. No-one pushed him like that.

Sasori couldn’t believe the weird situation.
Surely this was that man, the one that his parents were supposed to be protecting on the fatal mission, the mission on which they were killed...
...He was sure of it...was he?
Okay, maybe not so sure now. It was just seeing his face...it brought back all he resentment that had been pushed far, far away form his mind over the years since his parents death.
At least, the redhead thought he saw his face.

But now having a closer look at his newly assigned partner, the likeness wasn’t that...Great.
It was the long blond hair and arrogant expression which reminded him of the man, more than anything else. Yet this wasn’t the man, for one simple reason; he was only young. He probably wasn’t even born when the puppeteer’s parents were assigned the mission.

Now realising his mistake, the puppeteer felt a little bad. He had, after all, just slammed his new partner against a heavy door and probably given him concussion.
Not the best first impression.
If it wasn't too tiresome, He would possibly have to make it up to him...somehow.

“Well...un?” The blond prompted. He massaged the back of his head, ruffling some of his long blond hair in doing so.  “Or is hitting each other the way Akatsuki welcome their new recruits...?”

“...I think I’ve confused you for someone else.” Sasori said simply, in a monotone voice. He wasn’t the sort of person to just exclaim a loud “sorry!” if he ever did anything wrong, even if he did feel guilt.

The blond did not look impressed. He sighed and picked up some of the possessions that were now on the floor. He had dropped them all when this... frankly unorthodox person shoved him.
Apparently, he had done so when he thought he was someone else. The blond’s eyes widened. With a feeling of dread, the blond had a feeling just who the person he was being mistaken for was...
That explains it...the blond thought. To be honest, he couldn’t blame the red-head for wanting to shove him- or at least the person who he thought Deidara was.

The blond straightened up and stared at his new partner. He was supposed to be a member of Akatsuki for a long time, so this redhead was someone, especially a new recruit like himself, that you should look up to.
The blond wasn’t sure whether he liked this person.  But, considering he was supposed to be paired up with this person, might as well try to get on with him.

After what felt like a very awkward pause, the redhead spoke.
“I’m Sasori. And you are...?”
“Deidara. Sculptor and explosives extraordinaire, un.” The blond grinned.

Deidara looked around the room, and flopped down suddenly on the bed nearest to him. He stretched out his arms, sighing. It looked like this ‘explosives expert’ had endured a long journey to get here.

Deidara thought over what had just happened; surely Sasori, his new partner, had mistaken him for...him. The blond pulled a face. He didn’t want anything to do with that man...so it was best to sort out this mess now.
He sat up, now seeing that his partner was sitting across from it at a desk, still focused on him, wearing an unfathomable expression.
From what Deidara could tell about his partner, he was a little...no, make that a lot...different. Just how, Deidara would have to find out.  But first, he would have to sort this out.

“...You know my dad, un” The sculptor began. “And you show know, no matter how much I look like him...I’m definitely not like him, un.”

Description
A young man stopped outside the towering house. It was so tall that it was only just camouflaged with the masses of trees shrouding it, although he was sure that form the roof he was sure to see over the heads of the forestry.
Despite it’s grandeur, the house needn’t display what its purpose was  and just how great it was with something superfluous like a signpost...many people knew already just what this house was stayed well away.
As this was the Akatsuki Hideout.
The young man grinned as he approached the door with air of confidence and relief.
Finally...he was here.

The redhead would have given quite a lot for this to be a normal day. As long as the definition of normality included working on his artwork for at lest a few hours and then, and only then, would he do some work.
However, as Sasori stared out form the view from the window above his desk, looking out towards the forest and the slight rain, he realised that today was the day he was receiving a new partner. Sasori sighed. Well...Any new partner had to be better than his last, right? All the same, meeting new people wasn’t his forte, so to speak.

At least he did have some say in whoever he got. After the leader appointed a newcomer, whoever he was partnered with was offered a trial period. Sasori had long forgotten how long that trial was...a week, perhaps?
If the new recruit was so annoying or impossible to work with, he could always just kill him anyhow. After all, this was the worst criminal organisation of ninja in the world. One count of murder couldn’t hurt.

When the leader finally finished debriefing the new Akatsuki recruit, he was left to wander the premises.
He wandered around the bottom floor of the tall and towering house, before quickly making his way up the steps. He was exited; ever since being exiled from his hidden village, this was the place he wanted to be.
Screw being an ordinary, pathetic, good ninja...he was accepted into the most powerful and criminal place around.

Until the leader had explained so, he hadn’t realised that he was supposed to have partner.
Still, thought the newcomer, as he brushed some of his long golden hair momentarily out of his eyes, after years of being just a tad more accomplished than everyone else in back where he came from, he was happy to have someone of equal calibre.
Or at least, he hoped so.

So when he approached his allocated room, curios to meet his new roommate...he was a more than a little disappointed with his reaction...

Sasori heard the knock on his door far too soon than he would have liked. Pfft...This was going to be a pain.
“Entre” he called over his shoulder, just as the door swung open.

Perhaps if the redhead was a little bit more patient, he would have at least waited before acting, maybe he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did at all when the young blond arrived in the doorway, abundant with conceited grins.

He recognised this guy. He remembered his face from a time long ago.
And that really was not a good thing.

Before he got time to complete the sentence “Hey. I’m your new partner -” The puppeteer moved towards the newcomer, and without any word of warning, shoved him against the now closed door. The young man only had time to gasp in pain as he was thrown backwards.

After pushing the young man, Sasori stepped backwards form him, sending him a scrutinising glare.
“What the hell was that all about, un?!” The man yelled, trying to regain balance. He was at medium height, with long blond that came past his shoulders, with a long fringe concealing his left eye. His skin was smooth and tanned, and his eyes blazed with flashes of anger.

“It’s you...You...YOU!”  Sasori whispered to himself, half unable to believe he was coming face to face was the man he had only seen photos of before. The recognition was unbelievable.
The puppeteer was sure that this was that man...the man whose existence took his parents away from him.
This was guy that his parents were supposed to be protecting on a mission, but just as they were ambushed by some leaf ninjas, he betrayed them and ran off, leaving them to get killed by the enemy.

“Is this a game seeing how many times can a person say ‘you’ over and over again, un?” The blond mocked as Sasori kept him against the door. The visible blue eye stared at the redhead, still burning with livid annoyance.

Sasori just slammed him into the door again.
The blond’s head was whipped back with impact, and he groaned as Sasori let him go. The back of his head had been struck against the heavy door, and it made him dizzy.
When he straightened up, the blond wore an irate expression, looking as though he was trying to keep his cool but failing.

“Who am I to you, anyway, un?” He spat angrily. “You must think I am some sort of monster to deserve that...oh so lovely welcome, un. I know I'm only on trial, but bloody hell."” He was sorely tempted to run a knife into his new partner. No-one pushed him like that.

Sasori couldn’t believe the weird situation.
Surely this was that man, the one that his parents were supposed to be protecting on the fatal mission, the mission on which they were killed...
...He was sure of it...was he?
Okay, maybe not so sure now. It was just seeing his face...it brought back all he resentment that had been pushed far, far away form his mind over the years since his parents death.
At least, the redhead thought he saw his face.

But now having a closer look at his newly assigned partner, the likeness wasn’t that...Great.
It was the long blond hair and arrogant expression which reminded him of the man, more than anything else. Yet this wasn’t the man, for one simple reason; he was only young. He probably wasn’t even born when the puppeteer’s parents were assigned the mission.

Now realising his mistake, the puppeteer felt a little bad. He had, after all, just slammed his new partner against a heavy door and probably given him concussion.
Not the best first impression.
If it wasn't too tiresome, He would possibly have to make it up to him...somehow.

“Well...un?” The blond prompted. He massaged the back of his head, ruffling some of his long blond hair in doing so.  “Or is hitting each other the way Akatsuki welcome their new recruits...?”

“...I think I’ve confused you for someone else.” Sasori said simply, in a monotone voice. He wasn’t the sort of person to just exclaim a loud “sorry!” if he ever did anything wrong, even if he did feel guilt.

The blond did not look impressed. He sighed and picked up some of the possessions that were now on the floor. He had dropped them all when this... frankly unorthodox person shoved him.
Apparently, he had done so when he thought he was someone else. The blond’s eyes widened. With a feeling of dread, the blond had a feeling just who the person he was being mistaken for was...
That explains it...the blond thought. To be honest, he couldn’t blame the red-head for wanting to shove him- or at least the person who he thought Deidara was.

The blond straightened up and stared at his new partner. He was supposed to be a member of Akatsuki for a long time, so this redhead was someone, especially a new recruit like himself, that you should look up to.
The blond wasn’t sure whether he liked this person.  But, considering he was supposed to be paired up with this person, might as well try to get on with him.

After what felt like a very awkward pause, the redhead spoke.
“I’m Sasori. And you are...?”
“Deidara. Sculptor and explosives extraordinaire, un.” The blond grinned.

Deidara looked around the room, and flopped down suddenly on the bed nearest to him. He stretched out his arms, sighing. It looked like this ‘explosives expert’ had endured a long journey to get here.

Deidara thought over what had just happened; surely Sasori, his new partner, had mistaken him for...him. The blond pulled a face. He didn’t want anything to do with that man...so it was best to sort out this mess now.
He sat up, now seeing that his partner was sitting across from it at a desk, still focused on him, wearing an unfathomable expression.
From what Deidara could tell about his partner, he was a little...no, make that a lot...different. Just how, Deidara would have to find out.  But first, he would have to sort this out.

“...You know my dad, un” The sculptor began. “And you show know, no matter how much I look like him...I’m definitely not like him, un.”