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The first thought that Sasori had was that he would have to find out that himself. He saw himself as a moderately good judge of character, so best let time unfold to judge his partner on that. But for now, he would believe the boy.
“...Okay. So he was your father, then...?”
“Yes.” Deidara said uncomfortably, a lot differently to how he shouted previously at the redhead. “But I’m not proud of that, un.”

The blond sat in a more relaxing position, wrapping his arms around his legs. From what the puppeteer noticed, he had a soft and quiet expression bordering on the line of looking sad, as though he was thinking about something a great deal.
Sasori faltered a little at this sight. Deidara was all arrogance just a few moments ago...and now, it was if his brain had been switched to a toned down setting. Deidara-light, his brain couldn’t help but think.

Obviously...this was something to do with the mention of his father. The effect the brief statement had on him was too obvious to ignore.

Sasori wasn’t aware that he had been thinking about this for far too long when Deidara suddenly grinned, and tilted his head to one side.
“I would think that you, of all people, wouldn’t want to talk about the wretched man who is my dad, un? So how about we do that later and start again?” He had a playful voice, in a middle tone and dripping in self confidence.

The puppeteer almost recoiled in this dramatic change of character. Maybe what he witnessed just then was a bad moment for the blond...to be ignored? Or perhaps he was reading into too much.
The redhead sighed, trying to rid his mind of those confusing thoughts.

“That would be much more appreciated.” Sasori said, almost smiling, yet not managing it. Despite the fact they had both (form what Sasori could guess) endured the nastiness, it was pleasing having someone who understood full well his hatred of Deidara’s dad. Just possibly...this partner would be the best he could have... For the sake of that, he decided to try and work with this partner.

Deidara grinned. “So you’re Sasori, un?”
“Yes...” Sasori replied, a little slowly. He wasn’t sure what to converse with the blond; he hadn’t had a new partner in a while- the redhead felt he was lost in the act of getting to know new people.
Although, the puppet could be missing a golden opportunity here; He could act however he wanted-even build a new persona for only them and they would be none the wiser.  But would it really be worth it?

He thought about this as Deidara went to the bathroom. He probably wanted a little time out, just to explore the house a tad more. The puppeteer sat at his desk, his expression vacant, portraying the wood he was made of.

There were sometimes those people who decided to play tricks on the new people, especially if they were disliked. But did he dislike Deidara?
Well...He didn’t...hate him. Yet.  And perhaps it would be good for him to have a lively teen running about the place? Sasori nearly laughed; that was likely. He could himself now, acting like the ridicules farther figure to the kid...Actually, how old was the blond? Surely he to be over sixteen- so he would have left school. Perhaps it would be his job to teach him moral issues, life lessons all that trivial old nonsense!
“Hmmm, yes Deidara do as Sasori tells you and you’ll turn out just fine! Even better, you will be just like me- wooden, evil and mad” He said out loud, irony smothered over his soft yet dark voice.

“Is that you’re plan, then, un?” Came a voice from the behind him. The young ninja was leaning against the wall, smiling at him in a ‘you’re fun to annoy’ way.

Sasori just sniffed. “Please push off, or I’ll do it in reality.” He said after a while. Damn it, Sasori. You have to improve your wit if there is a minor around, the puppeteer thought. Otherwise, he may actually end up smarter.
And can not happen. Ever. Case closed.

A little while later, the blond started gathering up some stuff, pushing it under his bed. The puppet paused his train of thought to pick up a few of the sculptor’s belongings, when he noticed that he was holding birds. Lots of birds and spiders.

They seemed to be models or toys- maybe the blond really liked them. Enough to lug them all around with him, anyway. The little bird he was holding in his pale left hand intrigued the puppet, mainly because he thought he’d seen some of this kind before.

He waited for Deidara to straighten up again, before speaking.
“These birds are around here, you know. At least what I assume to be them.”
The blond looked shocked. At first, the redhead thought that was because of his suggestion with the birds, but he quickly took the model form the redhead , checking for any damage.

“I wouldn’t touch this if I were you, un?” The blond said wearily.
Sasori raised his eyebrows. “It’s special, then?”

“Something like that, un...Put it this way, neither us would appreciate it if it broke now, un.” Deidara concern washed away from his face as soon as the bird was stored on his bedside table. He smiled. “Did you say there were birds here, un?”

An interesting event happened just after 3pm that day. The young  member of Akatsuki was wandering the grounds a little, going into the area of trees that Sasori had pointed out earlier.
Apparently, it was the same height as the window in his and Sasori’s room, and so the redhead normally saw them from his window. But Deidara wanted to be in the open.

There was still a little bit of light rain, so that the tree barks were a little slippery and so was the grass, but that didn’t stop him reaching high branch of a nearby tree.
Deidara gazed up at them clouded sky, that although had some flickers of grey- there was some bright blue peaking out here and there. A bit like joining the Akatsuki. Good and bad flickered everywhere. He thought the leader was okay, and that this was a cool place judging form its ground. But at the same time, he would be stuck here. Not much freedom.
Now, how about his partner? The blond sat down on the branch, getting his trousers a little wet. Was Sasori good or bad? He didn’t know yet. Maybe even a bit of both.
The bird, of which Deidara had made a model out of clay of it’s kind, flew overhead. Deidara watched it go, smiling at its lack of restrictions. He craned his neck to follow the creature as it landed on the roof of the Akatsuki house.

“Hey there, un.” The blond said contently. He shuffled closer over towards the bird.  The branch he was on groaned a little, but seemed like it would hold. The little animal twittered, and moved backwards further away form the blond.

Deidara shuffled forwards but instantly regretted it; As soon as he put his weight down on the end part of the branch, it collapsed form below him.

“ARGHHH SHIIIITTTT!!!!!” Could be heard drifting into every window in the Akatsuki house that afternoon, as the young man fell further and further until he landed with a thump.

When the blond slammed the door open, it startled Sasori a little. He was about to turn around and yell at the teen but then saw his appearance. He didn’t know whether it was better to laugh or look shocked. In the end, he just said “So...Did you see any birds?”

The blond was livid. “See birds? I’m lucky to see at all, un! Did you know I feel three bloody stories and smacked my head on a branches at least four times, un?  My clothes got ripped on those horrible spindly branches-“ He pulled at the tatters that were his shirt. “-And my bloody ass hurts as I landed slap band on it, un.”

Sasori tried to repress a laugh though a sigh. “Did I need to know all of that...?”

“Of course! You bloody well sent me up there- ooh, Deidara there are some great birds there way up high, un. Of course you sent me up high, ‘all the better for you to fall down’, un!”
The blond paced the room in an irate fashion, trying to wipe the blood that was dripping from his face and shoulder blade.

Sasori watch him walk around, very unfazed. If this kid was dead set on accusing of trying to kill him- again- then that was his problem. He knew he didn’t want to kill him, but if the teen kept ranting in this bratty way, he may just have to.

“You can get changed here. At least you didn’t rip you’re uniform but you even had chance to wear it.” Sasori commented simply, picking up the rolled up cloak that was on Deidara’s bed. He handed it to the blond, who was looking dumbfounded. Finally, a break form anger, thought the puppet.

“Where, un?” the blond asked cautiously.  He forgot about being angry for a moment- He had been misdirected by the puppeteer once before, and did not want that to have the faintest facsimile of that ever happening again.

“In this room.” Sasori said, feeling a little repetitive. He crossed his arms and looked yet again at Deidara’s puzzled appearance. His grey eyes then drifted to look at the rest of the blond’s body, form his cobalt and somewhat entrancing eyes, to his stature and his noticeable long hair, which tumbled down past his shoulders delicately.
Even after being tangled a little form his fall, it still looked pretty.  Of course, there was no forgetting that extensive fringe of his- Sasori thought he framed his face well.  In fact, he knew it.
The redhead was a very good judge of beauty, from human to  that  unique kind which belonged alluring marionettes- he was used to staring beauty right in the face- whether that meant working on new wooden art or transforming a body  into his mêlée puppets.

Surely this bizarre glisten of gorgeousness that belonged to the blond couldn’t be capable in a male? No, not even that- the young boy that he was. Feeling as though this was something he could never have imagined himself doing, the redhead felt inclined to check whether he was actually male.

“Strip off here- I’m used to exposure. Unless yours is something unique.” Sasori said bluntly, wanting to know badly whether this guy was actually, well...a guy. Or a weird combinition of male and female. Sasori felt a little repulsed at that fact.
People's gender did not matter to him, but a hermaphrodite would be hard to gte used to.

At first...Deidara just nodded.
Some angering thoughts whipped around his head like a sandstorm, scratching at him to be said aloud. He tried to compress all the resentment that was oh so tragically building up inside his brain and body.
He thought, maybe he could surpass the emotion If i hadn’t been for Sasori practically eyeing him up. The guy was either looking at him in a ‘You are going to be my pray’ way, or the wrong way- which was just as terrifying!
As soon as Sasori eyes flicked down to his crotch, Deidara threw the cloak in the puppeteer’s face.

“ARGH!” He yelled, springing sat least a foot away from the redhead. “Will you stop...stop it! “ Stumbled over his words. “Not only you try and kill me twice, un, you’re freaking eyeing me up!” The blond was still shouting, his face covered in fuming disbelief. “For fucks sake you’ve known me for about half a day! This- this is abuse!”

Sasori calmly removed the cloaks form his face. He stared at the blond while he ranted about his ‘abuse’. Hmmph. That was not abuse, so to speak. One count of attentive murder and one count of accidental almost murder could hardly be abuse. At least not in the redhead’s book.

“I did not try and kill you. The birds are there I assure you. How was I to know you would fall off the branch?” The redhead said firmly.

The sentence seemed to calm the blond’s notion that Sasori was intent of killing him. Although he was still aggravated.

Maybe, Sasori thought a little whimsically, he thought the trouser staring was sexual abuse. Oh please.  Sasori couldn’t help shaking his head at the teenager there. That was hardly mistreatment- he could do a lot worse, if he wanted to.

Not that he...wanted to. Sasori surprised himself so much with the previous comment that he took a second to pause. Okay, moving swiftly along, he had a teen prancing about the room thinking that he was a pervert. Only one way to settle this, then. Frighten him even more.  Hey, maybe he should threaten him with more abuse? Yes, that would do.
“Kindly shut up yelling and swearing before I show you what real abuse is like.”

The blond stopped yelling, instead staring at the redhead with murderous intent. Funny really- he would have laughed at that comment if he wasn’t so bloody angry!
The blond wasn’t sure whether Sasori was just joking around or wanted to... The thought made him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t want to get raped! Rape was something that people joked about, but when you have practically a stranger saying he may just do that, it was freaking weird. And scary. Not that he would admit that, being a ‘man’ and all.
Instead of risking anything, the blond decided to keep quiet and change into his Akatsuki uniform, making sure Mr. Puppet the possible pervert was at least facing the other way before he did so.

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The first thought that Sasori had was that he would have to find out that himself. He saw himself as a moderately good judge of character, so best let time unfold to judge his partner on that. But for now, he would believe the boy.
“...Okay. So he was your father, then...?”
“Yes.” Deidara said uncomfortably, a lot differently to how he shouted previously at the redhead. “But I’m not proud of that, un.”

The blond sat in a more relaxing position, wrapping his arms around his legs. From what the puppeteer noticed, he had a soft and quiet expression bordering on the line of looking sad, as though he was thinking about something a great deal.
Sasori faltered a little at this sight. Deidara was all arrogance just a few moments ago...and now, it was if his brain had been switched to a toned down setting. Deidara-light, his brain couldn’t help but think.

Obviously...this was something to do with the mention of his father. The effect the brief statement had on him was too obvious to ignore.

Sasori wasn’t aware that he had been thinking about this for far too long when Deidara suddenly grinned, and tilted his head to one side.
“I would think that you, of all people, wouldn’t want to talk about the wretched man who is my dad, un? So how about we do that later and start again?” He had a playful voice, in a middle tone and dripping in self confidence.

The puppeteer almost recoiled in this dramatic change of character. Maybe what he witnessed just then was a bad moment for the blond...to be ignored? Or perhaps he was reading into too much.
The redhead sighed, trying to rid his mind of those confusing thoughts.

“That would be much more appreciated.” Sasori said, almost smiling, yet not managing it. Despite the fact they had both (form what Sasori could guess) endured the nastiness, it was pleasing having someone who understood full well his hatred of Deidara’s dad. Just possibly...this partner would be the best he could have... For the sake of that, he decided to try and work with this partner.

Deidara grinned. “So you’re Sasori, un?”
“Yes...” Sasori replied, a little slowly. He wasn’t sure what to converse with the blond; he hadn’t had a new partner in a while- the redhead felt he was lost in the act of getting to know new people.
Although, the puppet could be missing a golden opportunity here; He could act however he wanted-even build a new persona for only them and they would be none the wiser.  But would it really be worth it?

He thought about this as Deidara went to the bathroom. He probably wanted a little time out, just to explore the house a tad more. The puppeteer sat at his desk, his expression vacant, portraying the wood he was made of.

There were sometimes those people who decided to play tricks on the new people, especially if they were disliked. But did he dislike Deidara?
Well...He didn’t...hate him. Yet.  And perhaps it would be good for him to have a lively teen running about the place? Sasori nearly laughed; that was likely. He could himself now, acting like the ridicules farther figure to the kid...Actually, how old was the blond? Surely he to be over sixteen- so he would have left school. Perhaps it would be his job to teach him moral issues, life lessons all that trivial old nonsense!
“Hmmm, yes Deidara do as Sasori tells you and you’ll turn out just fine! Even better, you will be just like me- wooden, evil and mad” He said out loud, irony smothered over his soft yet dark voice.

“Is that you’re plan, then, un?” Came a voice from the behind him. The young ninja was leaning against the wall, smiling at him in a ‘you’re fun to annoy’ way.

Sasori just sniffed. “Please push off, or I’ll do it in reality.” He said after a while. Damn it, Sasori. You have to improve your wit if there is a minor around, the puppeteer thought. Otherwise, he may actually end up smarter.
And can not happen. Ever. Case closed.

A little while later, the blond started gathering up some stuff, pushing it under his bed. The puppet paused his train of thought to pick up a few of the sculptor’s belongings, when he noticed that he was holding birds. Lots of birds and spiders.

They seemed to be models or toys- maybe the blond really liked them. Enough to lug them all around with him, anyway. The little bird he was holding in his pale left hand intrigued the puppet, mainly because he thought he’d seen some of this kind before.

He waited for Deidara to straighten up again, before speaking.
“These birds are around here, you know. At least what I assume to be them.”
The blond looked shocked. At first, the redhead thought that was because of his suggestion with the birds, but he quickly took the model form the redhead , checking for any damage.

“I wouldn’t touch this if I were you, un?” The blond said wearily.
Sasori raised his eyebrows. “It’s special, then?”

“Something like that, un...Put it this way, neither us would appreciate it if it broke now, un.” Deidara concern washed away from his face as soon as the bird was stored on his bedside table. He smiled. “Did you say there were birds here, un?”

An interesting event happened just after 3pm that day. The young  member of Akatsuki was wandering the grounds a little, going into the area of trees that Sasori had pointed out earlier.
Apparently, it was the same height as the window in his and Sasori’s room, and so the redhead normally saw them from his window. But Deidara wanted to be in the open.

There was still a little bit of light rain, so that the tree barks were a little slippery and so was the grass, but that didn’t stop him reaching high branch of a nearby tree.
Deidara gazed up at them clouded sky, that although had some flickers of grey- there was some bright blue peaking out here and there. A bit like joining the Akatsuki. Good and bad flickered everywhere. He thought the leader was okay, and that this was a cool place judging form its ground. But at the same time, he would be stuck here. Not much freedom.
Now, how about his partner? The blond sat down on the branch, getting his trousers a little wet. Was Sasori good or bad? He didn’t know yet. Maybe even a bit of both.
The bird, of which Deidara had made a model out of clay of it’s kind, flew overhead. Deidara watched it go, smiling at its lack of restrictions. He craned his neck to follow the creature as it landed on the roof of the Akatsuki house.

“Hey there, un.” The blond said contently. He shuffled closer over towards the bird.  The branch he was on groaned a little, but seemed like it would hold. The little animal twittered, and moved backwards further away form the blond.

Deidara shuffled forwards but instantly regretted it; As soon as he put his weight down on the end part of the branch, it collapsed form below him.

“ARGHHH SHIIIITTTT!!!!!” Could be heard drifting into every window in the Akatsuki house that afternoon, as the young man fell further and further until he landed with a thump.

When the blond slammed the door open, it startled Sasori a little. He was about to turn around and yell at the teen but then saw his appearance. He didn’t know whether it was better to laugh or look shocked. In the end, he just said “So...Did you see any birds?”

The blond was livid. “See birds? I’m lucky to see at all, un! Did you know I feel three bloody stories and smacked my head on a branches at least four times, un?  My clothes got ripped on those horrible spindly branches-“ He pulled at the tatters that were his shirt. “-And my bloody ass hurts as I landed slap band on it, un.”

Sasori tried to repress a laugh though a sigh. “Did I need to know all of that...?”

“Of course! You bloody well sent me up there- ooh, Deidara there are some great birds there way up high, un. Of course you sent me up high, ‘all the better for you to fall down’, un!”
The blond paced the room in an irate fashion, trying to wipe the blood that was dripping from his face and shoulder blade.

Sasori watch him walk around, very unfazed. If this kid was dead set on accusing of trying to kill him- again- then that was his problem. He knew he didn’t want to kill him, but if the teen kept ranting in this bratty way, he may just have to.

“You can get changed here. At least you didn’t rip you’re uniform but you even had chance to wear it.” Sasori commented simply, picking up the rolled up cloak that was on Deidara’s bed. He handed it to the blond, who was looking dumbfounded. Finally, a break form anger, thought the puppet.

“Where, un?” the blond asked cautiously.  He forgot about being angry for a moment- He had been misdirected by the puppeteer once before, and did not want that to have the faintest facsimile of that ever happening again.

“In this room.” Sasori said, feeling a little repetitive. He crossed his arms and looked yet again at Deidara’s puzzled appearance. His grey eyes then drifted to look at the rest of the blond’s body, form his cobalt and somewhat entrancing eyes, to his stature and his noticeable long hair, which tumbled down past his shoulders delicately.
Even after being tangled a little form his fall, it still looked pretty.  Of course, there was no forgetting that extensive fringe of his- Sasori thought he framed his face well.  In fact, he knew it.
The redhead was a very good judge of beauty, from human to  that  unique kind which belonged alluring marionettes- he was used to staring beauty right in the face- whether that meant working on new wooden art or transforming a body  into his mêlée puppets.

Surely this bizarre glisten of gorgeousness that belonged to the blond couldn’t be capable in a male? No, not even that- the young boy that he was. Feeling as though this was something he could never have imagined himself doing, the redhead felt inclined to check whether he was actually male.

“Strip off here- I’m used to exposure. Unless yours is something unique.” Sasori said bluntly, wanting to know badly whether this guy was actually, well...a guy. Or a weird combinition of male and female. Sasori felt a little repulsed at that fact.
People's gender did not matter to him, but a hermaphrodite would be hard to gte used to.

At first...Deidara just nodded.
Some angering thoughts whipped around his head like a sandstorm, scratching at him to be said aloud. He tried to compress all the resentment that was oh so tragically building up inside his brain and body.
He thought, maybe he could surpass the emotion If i hadn’t been for Sasori practically eyeing him up. The guy was either looking at him in a ‘You are going to be my pray’ way, or the wrong way- which was just as terrifying!
As soon as Sasori eyes flicked down to his crotch, Deidara threw the cloak in the puppeteer’s face.

“ARGH!” He yelled, springing sat least a foot away from the redhead. “Will you stop...stop it! “ Stumbled over his words. “Not only you try and kill me twice, un, you’re freaking eyeing me up!” The blond was still shouting, his face covered in fuming disbelief. “For fucks sake you’ve known me for about half a day! This- this is abuse!”

Sasori calmly removed the cloaks form his face. He stared at the blond while he ranted about his ‘abuse’. Hmmph. That was not abuse, so to speak. One count of attentive murder and one count of accidental almost murder could hardly be abuse. At least not in the redhead’s book.

“I did not try and kill you. The birds are there I assure you. How was I to know you would fall off the branch?” The redhead said firmly.

The sentence seemed to calm the blond’s notion that Sasori was intent of killing him. Although he was still aggravated.

Maybe, Sasori thought a little whimsically, he thought the trouser staring was sexual abuse. Oh please.  Sasori couldn’t help shaking his head at the teenager there. That was hardly mistreatment- he could do a lot worse, if he wanted to.

Not that he...wanted to. Sasori surprised himself so much with the previous comment that he took a second to pause. Okay, moving swiftly along, he had a teen prancing about the room thinking that he was a pervert. Only one way to settle this, then. Frighten him even more.  Hey, maybe he should threaten him with more abuse? Yes, that would do.
“Kindly shut up yelling and swearing before I show you what real abuse is like.”

The blond stopped yelling, instead staring at the redhead with murderous intent. Funny really- he would have laughed at that comment if he wasn’t so bloody angry!
The blond wasn’t sure whether Sasori was just joking around or wanted to... The thought made him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t want to get raped! Rape was something that people joked about, but when you have practically a stranger saying he may just do that, it was freaking weird. And scary. Not that he would admit that, being a ‘man’ and all.
Instead of risking anything, the blond decided to keep quiet and change into his Akatsuki uniform, making sure Mr. Puppet the possible pervert was at least facing the other way before he did so.