An: Ok, This is my first ever naruto fanfic... It's a Two-shot as of right now, but could change depending on my mood. This in no way is affected by how many reviews I get, or anything like that, because it is not fair to other reviewers if the review count is low...

If I get the encouragement I will continue to the second Chapter... If I Don't... I will continue to the second Chapter... not everything is for the reviewers ;D and I am Selfish.

Disclaimer: Don't Own, hardly understand, used to hate, Got it? Good, Don't sue.

Warnings: 1) May be a bit ooc, I am not the Naruto Expert, my friends are. 2) This IS SLASH/Yaoi/Male-Male pairing!

Pairing: Saso/Dei

Artist Hands...

Every Living thing, Man and Puppet have something that fascinate them... The Puppet Maser Sasori was no exception... The reason for this story is Sasori's obsession... For without it there would simply be no story to tell.

This story starts when the Puppet Master met a certain bubbly, blonde, Clay Master... The annoying blonde simply made Sasori's life a bit more interesting... His art was atrocious. Noisy, annoying, and if Sasori's opinion mattered, not true art at all. The Art of the Iwa Ninja, in Deidara's words, "Goes out with a bang, yeah." But to Sasori, Art was eternal, beautiful and majestic... If it didn't last forever it could never be considered true art, for true art was to be treasured forever. A beautiful painting, what some would call art any time, to Sasori was nothing but a filler, a lie... The painting may be beautiful but it wouldn't last forever... Eventually the paint would fade the canvas would deteriorate... And the painting lost within the folds of time.

Deidara had a very different opinion.

The Clay Master found that true art was within the sound of the loud explosions, accompanied by the resonating view of everything around said explosions destroyed. That to Deidara, was "true art, yeah!" In fact Deidara was fairly well known within the Akatsuki. ... And not only because of his bubbly personality... The sound of an explosion within the Akatsuki hide out was usually accompanied by the sound of a few irritated yells, and a wailing blonde that no one understood his art... Of course the wailing was after everyone got tired of chasing him through the many halls, and passageways, of the A.H.Q(AN: Akatsuki Head Quarters for those who are dimwitted and didn't pick up on it)

So of course the two very different views on Art, were always clashing, and when Deidara brought up the talent, Sasori was sure to remind him of his personal opinion...

"You just don't understand the meaning of true art, uhn. It's supposed to go out with a bang, Yeah! If it doesn't then what was the point of making it, if you can't watch it be consumed by the flames, and smoke, hmm?" Was Deidara's constant reasoning... Not to be over powered by such a petty comment by an Amateur Artist that didn't know the true meaning or true existent of Art, Sasori would always retaliate...
"No, You don't understand Art. If you are going to just blow something up after you create it then what is the point of wasting all of your time, energy, and Chakra over it? If you want to create something, make it last forever! Perhaps then someone else will learn what True Art really is!"

The forever going argument over art, to Sasori, was art in itself. The argument merely paused for a moment or two, only to be continued later as if never interrupted by life or the passage of whatever time had passed. That was what mattered. The argument was colorful, with some words, but mostly the emotion that Deidara put in his argument, and it held true meaning, unlike Deidara's many explosions of color he called Art.
What he didn't know was to Deidara; the argument was art as well. They might not have actually blown up, but in theory, they did. When the argument over art came up the two would end up raising their voices only to be interrupted by the daily life going on around them. See the explosion and receding there?

Needless to say, with all of the arguments between the two, Sasori's obsession was created slowly, like all of Sasori's true art, it was nurtured and created to last ... unlike Sasori's art it was created before he could realize it, and wasn't controlled by the Puppeteer. As much as the blonde annoyed him, as many times Sasori thought about just poisoning him and getting rid of the body, he was always stopped by something that tugged at him... Something that always managed to come within his line of sight and make him stop, and wonder.

Those Hands.

The Hands of a true artist. For some reason the captivated the Puppet Master... At first it was because Deidara did not make true art, there fore he shouldn't have had them. They gave Sasori reason to keep the Blonde alive just a bit longer to see if he ever truly made art... "Just another day"... "Just another day" had become "Just another week," and then "Just another month," the longer Sasori postponed getting rid of the blonde, the more he became attached ... and the more interesting his wondering about those hands became...

Ending AN: Ok That's the First Chapter... Hope you all liked.

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