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Chika is one of Deidara's and Sakura's children. The other is mentioned briefly.

"You're pulling too hard, Chika," Sasori winces as the girl attempts for the third time to put his hair up. He watches her with a critical eye of an artist from the mirror that he held firmly in his hand.

The little girl squints her jade eyes at the back of Sasori's head, just like her mother would if she was in this situation. "Sorry, Danna," she apologizes as she struggles to wrap the small tuft of red curls with a black ribbon. The ex-sand nin simply smiles at the title she used on him. Chika still has no idea what the word actually meant and only referred him as "Danna" because Deidara had done so long ago. However, Deidara stopped referring him that way since he noticed his own children were starting to call Sasori that. He assumes it had something to do with how the two kids asked him for help and advice more often than they ask their father. He knows better than that. Both Chika and Toko just had no idea what to call him.

Sasori had told them to just call him by his name, but for some reason, they refused. Toko explained it didn't feel right for him to call the other person who their mother is with and has been present in their lives for as long as he could remember. Before too long, they start referring him "Danna", which frustrated their father to the point it was rather humorous for Sasori. He would have to explain to them later why they should stop referring him as such.

"All done, Danna! You look so pretty," the five-year-old beams at the mirror, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"We'll see if you improved any since the last time," Sasori chuckles as he raises the mirror slightly to see the mess. More than half of his red curls have escaped the onslaught and were dangling in all directions off of his head. Hair pins were placed awkwardly to prevent any of these strands from moving out of place. The ribbon that actually is holding his red curls up is in a sloppy state due to having to be hastily tied. It is also a tad too tight for Sasori's liking. He would have to fix that later.

"Do you like it?" Sasori places the mirror back on his desk beside him as the amber eyes fix onto the curious jade ones.

"Yes I do. Thank you, Chika," he gave the little too enthusiastic child a small smile, and she beams back in response. So much like her father. However, lucky for her, she had her mother's looks. Toko wasn't so lucky since he had inherited his father's large nose. He studies the child's round face, pointed nose, and messy blonde hair for a moment before turning his attention back to his notes he had been working on. Quiet footsteps could be heard as Chika walks over to the unnecessarily large desk to peek at the notes. Sasori pushes the notes out of her line of sight before she could read any of them and turns his attention to girl's hair. The ponytail he notices right away was done sloppily, probably her father did it in a rush since he had to get Toko ready for school as well.

Sasori lets out a frustrated sigh as he picks up the hairbrush that was previously used on him. The little girl quickly glances over at him as her eyes widen a bit. "Come here Chika. Let me fix your hair," he simply requests, gesturing her to come closer to him.

"Okay," she says as she climbs into his lap without a fuss, which surprises Sasori. Normally, she would come up with a million excuses of why he shouldn't. Chika was such a simple girl. She has always prefered simple clothing over the "high fashion" most other girls her age would be seen wearing. There were times he wished Chika would allow him to dress her up like a doll, but she wouldn't have it.

As soon as the girl settles with her back against his stomach, he gently pulls the hair tie free of the tangled mess that is her hair. Sasori uses both the hairbrush and his fingers to break up the knots, causing the girl to squirm. He narrows his eyes slightly and sighs, "Quit squirming Chika. I'm almost done."

"Sorry, Danna," Chika quietly apologizes and tries her best to still her body as Sasori finishes up tying part of her hair into a small ponytail that is actually centered.

"Finished," he states as he sets the brush next to his notes. Chika slides out of his lap, checking her hair by running her small fingers through it. She promptly whirls around and bows slightly, nearly falling in the process.

"Thanks Danna!" Sasori just nods in response as he watches her as she suddenly focuses on his slender hands. Chika hesitantly lifts a hand for a moment before snatching one of those slender hands, causing him to tense up slightly. "Can I paint your nails, Danna?" she asks innocently, not noticing his body had tensed up. She watches ex-Akatsuki with large eyes as he considers her offer.

Sasori sighs in defeat, "Sure." With that said, Chika squeals in delight and drags him by the hand out of his precious studio into the living room. He had a feeling he was going to regret this.