DISCLAIMER: We own NOOOTHINNK.
And just so ya' know, my friend is the one playing Deidara, Tobi, Itachi and Kisame. I'm the one playing Sasori, Kakuzu, Hidan and Zetsu.
Double and; edited out the OOC chatter (I hope I got it all...). Fun. I'm too lazy to bold or otherwise distinguish who is who, look above and see who is playing who and use your head, foo' :D
Deidara was wondering around the corridor in search of Sasori. It was quite a warm day, so he didn't feel the need to wear his cloak. This was something he'd proabably get into a bit of trouble for later. 'DEIDEI!' came a cry from behind him. Deidara froze, a chill running down his spine. He slowly turned around to see a man with very messy black hair. He cringed and started runnning down the corridor, away from Tobi. 'GO AWAY, SPAZZ!' he shouted, quickly turning a sharp corner and running straight into Sasori and falling onto the floor in a heap. 'Danna!' he wailed, clinging to his partner's arm. 'Make him go away, un.'
Sasori stumbled a few steps back at the collision, but didn't fall. The puppet-man blinked slowly, frowning when Deidara clung to his arm - by the shouts he, and undoubtedly everyone else, had heard, the blonde must have been fleeing from that masked fool, Tobi.
But nonetheless, he felt the need to, one; try to push Deidara off of his arm without also pushing his out arm off, and two; question. Oh, and berate. "Watch where you're going... Idiot. Make who go away?"
Deidara looked up at Sasori sadly and pointed behind him. Tobi peeked his head around the corner and quickly scurried off, not wanting to get in a pissy puppet's way. The blond stood up, brushing himself down and then beaming. 'Where were you going?' he asked excitedly. 'And can I come?' It hadn't crossed his mind at all that Sasori didn't seem like he was in the mood to spend time with Deidara. He was just happy he'd managed to find him. Even if he had fallen over in the process.
So much for everlasting peace and quiet. He watched Tobi scurry away - at least one of the idiots had a brain - before returning his half-lidded gaze to Deidara.
Where was he going, huh? Hey, why not tell the truth. "I was looking for you." ... The iwhole/i truth, so the blond wouldn't get it in his head that the puppet wanted to be around him. "So then I would know where you are, and would therefore be able to avoid you." He paused, closing his eyes for a moment before turning to go. "And now I'm going to go outside. And no, you can't come."
Deidara beamed. Sasori was looking for him? Well that was first. But his smile was shortlived. He looked down sadly. 'Oh...' he mumbled, pouting. He really wanted to spend time with Sasori, but it didn't seem like he was going to be able to pursuade him to let him. He wrapped his arms aound his stomach tightly and turned to go back in the direction he had come from. 'Sorry I ran into you, Danna,' he said quietly.
Sasori's left eye twitched and he glanced over his shoulder to look back at Deidara. Damnit, the blond looked so... Pitiful. If he had had emotions, the puppet would have felt sorry for him. Although that was not the case... He frowned. He was iso/i going to regret this later. "Hnph... If you really want to come, Deidara, then do so. Just don't annoy the hell out of me." He shook his head and began away.
Deidara sniggered. Time to annoy him. 'No, coz I'm an idiot who'll annoy you, un,' he shot back. 'I wouldn't wanna bother you and your little peices of wood.' The pair usually got into arguments about their works of art. Although Deidara usually said he liked the puppets Sasori had created, this view was not returned. The taller artist was in a mood now. He didn't really want to spend time with his Danna anymore. Or so he acted that way.
That was true. Sasori almost grinned - ialmost/i. "Fine wi-" he stopped in mid-sentence. The blond didn't just go there... Unfourtunately, he did. "Little pieces of wood." The puppet repeated, freezing on the spot before slowly turning around to stare at Deidara. Sasori wasn't really up for an argument at the moment, truthfully. "Idiot. Go play with your clumps of dirt." A creepy smile alighted on the puppets face. "Or Tobi. Infact..." He cupped his chin with one hand. "Maybe I should ask Leader to put you and Tobi in the same room. Idiots belong together..." And they'd iboth/i be out of his way.
Deidara wrinkled his nose at the comment his partner had just made. 'Fuck off, pinocchio,' he muttered, storming off. 'See if I care,' he called from along the corridor. He went downstairs into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. He moved himself around so that his head was upside down. He groaned, agitatedly. He hated arguing with Sasori even though it was a regular occurance. He'd probably put a bomb in his bed later too. 'Clumps of dirt,' he muttered to himself, folding his arms. 'How dare he.'
... Pinocchio, now, was he? Sasori glared venemously at the general direction Deidara went off in before going the completely opposite way. It was only a matter of time before he snapped and made an attempt to turn the blond into a puppet, he knew it! Then again, he could always opt for the less permanent scare tactic of injecting a mostly harmless but still rather unpleasant poison into the dumbass while he slept... Pinocchio, indeed!
Hidan wandered into the living room just a minute after Deidara had entered. In one hand, he held his scythe. The other hand was busy smoothing his hair back. And, as they usually were after a ritual, his clothing was stained with blood. The Jashinist rose a brow when he noticed Deidara, and then he smirked. "If you sit like that too long, you're head will fucking explode, you know?"
Deidara shot a cold glance at Hidan. 'Thanks for the tip, un,' he muttered sarcastically, reaching for a cushion and shoving it under his head. 'Happy?' He stared at the television screen absently. Now who in their right mind would want a fishing programme on at this time of day? He lifted his arm to grab the remote, but it was just out of his reach. His eyes narrowed. Great, now he was just ready to snap and blow somethig up.
Hidan shrugged, giving a fake, disappointed frown. "No, I was hoping your head iwould/i explode. That would be fucking awesome!" The Jashinist chuckled, watching Deidara reach for the remote and fail. He wandered over and snatched the remote, inspecting it as if he hadn't ever seen such a thing before. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Lemme guess, it was that dumbass, Tobi? Or is it just PMS?"
Once outside, Sasori glared up at the sky. It was a relatively nice day, and quiet, too, aside from the chirping of a few birds. Why was he still so annoyed?
Deidara eventually gave in. His head was beginning to throb. He flipped himself up and sat up properly on the sofa. 'Piss off,' he snapped, folding his arms. 'Yeah it was Tobi. And that prick, Sasori.' He crawled over the sofa, closer to Hidan with his arm outstretched. 'Givvit,' he muttered, flailing his arm at the remote. 'I'm fed up with looking at fish, un.'
Hidan laughed, tossing the remote up and down. "So it iwas/i PMS, too." To clarify, he added, "iP/iuppet im/ian iS/iasori. You two argue like a fucking married couple," he muttered, tossing the remote at Deidara before looking towards the television. "Hey, that one looks like Kisame. I wonder if they're related..."
Deidara had pretty much had enough of this. He got up off the sofa, but had to sit down again, due to his head still feeling funny from haging upside down. He was going to his room and not coming out for a long time. But he'd come down for dinner, of course. 'Like a fucking married couple?' he asked himself, repeating the words Hidan had uttered. 'Yeah, if only.' As soon as he entered the bedroom he collapsed onto his bed, grabbing one of his pillows off the floor and shoving it over his face.
Hidan amusedly watched Deidara go before taking up the remote again and claiming the couch for himself. After a moment of flipping through the channels, he stopped on his favourite religious station.
Sasori grumbled obscenities to himself. Why had he wanted to go outside again, in the first place? He hadn't even left the front steps yet. Growling, he whirled around and headed back inside. Last he saw the blond, the fool went downstairs. Sasori headed for said stairs to go up them, assuming Deidara was still somewhere on the ground floor and that the room was empty.
Boy, was he wrong.
He entered the room silently, not bothering to look around until he had the door closed. When he noticed Deidara, his expression darkened considerably and he went to open the door to leave again.
When Deidara heard the door of the room open, he almost jumped. He wasn't expecting that. He took the pillow away from his face and sniffed. 'Danna?' he called quietly. 'I'm sorry...you're not anything like Pinocchio,' he mumbled. He sat up, hugging the pillow tightly, but he made no move to look at his partner. He didn't want to look at Sasori. He'd get more upset. So he decided to look at something much less upsetting. Yes...his feet. 'Forgive me?'
Oh, great. Sasori froze, hand on the door knob as he silently listened to Deidara's little apology. The puppet-man sighed irritably. It wouldn't be wise to look at the blond right now - he probably looked more pitiful than he did last time. Alas, he glanced over his shoulder, anyway, immediately regretting it.
Damnit. Stupid idiotic little... "Fine." And he wasn't really going to go request that Leader switched them around, but like hell he was going to say so. That would imply several things that Sasori could do without the blond thinking.
Deidara smiled a little. That was easy. He let go of the pillow, looking up at the red head innocently with his beautifully blue eye. He held his arms out in front of him. In otherwords saying, "Look how cute I am and come hug me, un." 'I'm really really sorry, Danna. Please dun switch partners, un.' It seemed his main concern was switching partners, but all he wanted was a cuddle from the puppet. 'Please?'
Sasori stared at the blond blankly before giving him a 'you've got to be kidding me' look when he held his arms out. Deidara wanted a hug? ... He was better off hugging Zetsu. "I won't," he muttered, frowning. Leader probably wouldn't allow him to go with anyone else, anyway.
The puppet-man twitched, staying as still as a statue near the door. He was determined to ignore the odd little voice in his head telling him to go over there and... Hug... Deidara. The little voice could shove it, for all he cared.
Deidara's arms dropped to his side and he drooped his head down sadly. He should've known he'd be rejected. His stomach was starting to feel funny again. It wasn't the first time he'd felt like this. He reached for the pillow and hugged that instead, staring at his feet again, twiching them a little out of nervousness. He thought it would be best to keep quiet, in case anything he said came out wrong and they ended up getting into yet another argument.
Sasori stared at the sad, oddly quiet Deidara. Eugh... What did he do, now? He just said he wasn't going to go ask Leader to switch him for someone else... Did the blond really want a hug ithat/i badly? His grip on the door knob tightened for a moment before he let go of it and started towards his own bed. He'd just ignore the idiot. Yes. He would inot/i give in and just go over and hug him, although it was quickly proving difficult to ignore that annoying little voice.
When that didn't work, Deidara got up and went over to his box at the end of the room. He started digging in it looking for some fresh clay. He wasn't prepared to stay in a room with this much tension. He'd probably go to the gym or something and let off some steam. Namely by breaking something. He wasn't in the mood to just wait for Sasori to do something. 'I'm going dwonstairs,' he announced, heading towards the door and politely waiting for his partner to move.
Watching the blond 'nin with an expression of mild boredom, Sasori rose a brow and paused, still pretty much infront of the door when Deidara headed over. The puppet-man shrugged and continued on his way over to his bed, where he sat down and watched his partner with a pretty much unreadable expression. The annoying little voice was istill/i saying he should go over there and hug the damnable blond, but it was quietening down. Finally.
And with that, the blond left the room and headed downstairs. Before entering the gym he slammed his head again the wall. Urgh, he hated the rejected feeling. But i truth Deidara and Sasori were like oil and water. They simply didn't mix. No matter how much they might want to. But it certainly didn't look like that though. He shook his head angrily and went into the gym. But sadly, he wasn't the only one in there now. Much to his annoyance. The older Uchiha brother was sitting in the shadows of the room, staring at a set point on the opposite wall, which was now steadily burning. Great, the Iwa thought to himself. Another moody one. Maybe if he didn't make too much noise he wouldn't get yelled at.
The puppet closed his eyes for a moment after the blond had left. Then he shook his head and stood up, slowly making his way over to his little 'work station' in the corner of the room and plopping back down, there. Sasori concluded that he needed to get Deidara off of his mind for a while - what better way was there to do so than to create things? Work on his puppets? Speaking of... A devious smile alighted on his face as he started to busy himself. Night-time was going to be amusing...
Sparring with Itachi had been quite a bad suggestion for Deidara. He had managed to dislocate his wrist. With no apology from the sharingan. At dinner, the blond was resisting the urge to smack Tobi, who wouldn't shut up about his bandaged up arm. 'You're really silly. Why did you think you stood a chance against Itachi?' he asked, giggling away. Deidara glanced at Tobi before slamming his mask down on the table. 'At least I put up more of a fight than you would, un,' he snapped, staring down at his food. He didn't feel particularly hungry at this moment in time. He really just wanted to go to bed and pray that tomorrow would go just a little bit better.
Being a puppet, made of wood, metal, and several other types of materials - for the most part - Sasori didn't need to eat or anything. So as usual, he skipped dinner. Hell, even if he had had a need for nourishment, he was too caught up in his art to care.
It was, as usual, perfect. His new creation was lithe, with the body of a female child. The wood was painted white, and he had used an old wig he had laying around for the hair. All he needed was a white dress... Or cloth, to try making one.
He frowned, brought out of his creative stupor by that little fact. There was no way in hell he was going to go around asking the other guys if they had or knew where to find a white dress, and he was sure he didn't have any white cloth...
Eugh... He'd have to go out.
Deidara was in the bathroom, and had been for the last few minutes. He was busy searching for some sort of dressing for his arm. The pain of which was getting unbearable. He reached into the medicine cupboard and took out a box containing some painkillers. His eyes clouded over when he looked into the it. Empty. Brilliant. He decided instead to run it under very cold water to numb the pain instead. At least until he found some sort of painkiller. He looked up at the clock on the wall and grinned. 'Movie time,' he beamed, scurrying out of the bathroom.
Sasori stood from his little corner-of-the-room workplace and left the room in a hurry. He'd have to be quick... Once glance at a window showed it was rather late. Therefore, if he wanted to succeed in what he was going to do...
The puppet paused several long strides out of the room, then quickly turned and headed back. Sure, Leader might get a little irked at it, but he didn't ineed/i his sheets. And they were iwhite/i. He'd buy new ones tomorrow.
And then he hastily set to work ripping the sheet off of his bed and sizing it up to his new toy.
Due to spending too much time in the bathroom, messing around with his damaged arm, all the seats in the living room were taken. Meaning Deidara would have to sit on the floor. Joy. Tobi was clutching a DVD tightly, giggling away. Why in the world he had chosen a horror to watch is beyond me. And probably to everyone else in the room. He had tried to get the DVD player to work, but this ended up with him getting pushed out of the way for Itachi to take over. He was far more electronically literate than his long lost cousin. Horror movies weren't exactly Deidara's number one choice, but he wasn't prepared to go back up to his room, especially if Sasori was still up there.
It took the puppet only a few minutes to get the make-shift dress ready and onto the... Other, non-living puppet. When he was finished, Sasori stood back and brought the puppet to 'life' via chakra strings, grinning triumphantly at another job well done. Now all he needed to do was...
Get down there, find a place to hide this thing, and then make it jump out at a convienient time.
After seconds of preparing himself for said tedious task, Sasori crept downstairs, his new abiotic companion sneaking along behind him.
Meanwhile, down in the movie room, Hidan was busy nearly driving Kakuzu into a near homicidal rage, waiting for the movie to start. Obviously, Kakuzu was trying inot/i to decapitate and duct tape the Jashinist's mouth shut before sticking it in the freezer for the length of the film.
Zetsu, however, was sitting quietly, staring off into space while both his halves mumbled in conversation with each other. Something about being hungry and that Tobi was a good boy, but not a tastey little snack.
Once Itachi had managed to get the DVD to play he sat back down on his seat. He had threatened Deidara if he stole it he'd send him to Tsukyumi. Something he had heard about from Tobi. He didn't really want to be beaten up for three days straight, so he stayed put on the floor. Tobi had also been warned by Itachi that if he talked too much he'd be sent to bed. And Tobi, being the good boy he is, remained silent. He tended to do whatever his younger cousin told him, seeing as he didn't want to suffer the same bloody end as past Uchihas.
Eventually, Sasori just stashed his new toy a few steps down from the door to the basement before joining the rest of the guys in the living room. In which he snuck in and made a claim near the corner at the back of the room; he'd be unnoticed, unbothered, and he'd be able to wait for the iperfect/i time to strike in peace.
He wasn't all that gung-ho about watching the movie, anyway.
Hidan had, once the DVD started, stopped bugging poor, irritated Kakuzu. Kakuzu of who was still trying to restrain himself from dismembering the Jashinist, promising himself that he would do so first chance he got to drag the white-haired moron out into the kitchen.
And Zetsu had stopped his quasi-internal monologue, now staring at the television screen and carrying on the 'conversation' internally.
The film was starting to bore Deidara. His eyes slowly beginning to droop. But Tobi flicking his fringe woke him up. The blond's eyes narrowed as he pushed the older Uchiha away from him. 'Move and I'll kill you,' he whispered dangerously. He looked back over at the screen, boredly. He'd much rather be curled up in bed. But getting up and leaving would disturb everyone else in the room. And result in him being told off in some way or form. Itachi glared at the bickering pair, his black eyes, swirling to red as a warning. He then turned back to the screen.
Half-lidded red eyes stared blankly up at the cieling. Sasori had resigned himself to just listening to the audio rather than watching the movie. Though he did look over in time to see the masked fool do something to earn himself a push away from Deidara. The puppet's brows rose slightly before he returned them to the cieling. Slowly but surely, he brought his new toy out from it's hiding place in the basement and cautiously lead it towards the living room. He wanted to get it up on the... Cieling... First, before he did anything. Maybe he'd make it drop down on someone when the movie was over... Decisions, decisions!
Hidan was lounging comfortably back in his seat, eyes on the screen and - much to his partner's annoyance - an arm around Kakuzu's shoulders.
Zetsu was probably on par with the Uchiha when it came to silence. The plant of a man was staring unblinkingly at the television screen, as if it were the only other thing in the room.
Not particularly wanting to get killed by a girl coming out of the television a week later, the Iaw missing nin was discreetly covering his eyes whenever the "cursed video" was shown on the screen. Sure, it was only a made up story, but he wasn't taking any chances. Tobi was sniggering at Deidara's childishness. 'You wimp,' he whispered to him. He said that, even though he probably wouldn't have a decent night's sleep for weeks after. The blond looked across the room to see his partner. When had he come in? He thought about going over to sit next to him, but he looked far to interested in the ceiling.
Almost. There. The non-living puppet was almost the the door way, assuming he judged the distance right. And he had ipractice/i - only what, fifty years' worth? Of course he judged it correctly. Then, fingers twitching - obscured by his cloak, of course - Sasori made the puppet start it's careful climb up the wall. He cast a casual glance over at the television and those infront of it, raising a brow when he noticed the blond looking over at him. Damnit, if he noticed the Ring-girl puppet, the plan would be ruined! ... Maybe...
Hidan had, seconds ago, fallen asleep - leaning against an irate Kakuzu as if the guy was a body pillow, no less. The greedy man's patience was only lasting for yelling at-slash-killing his idiot partner would disrupt the movie, and... He didn't really want to do that.
But a certain white-haired Jashinist was inot/i getting any(more) sleep that night.