Chapter One-The forest child

She was running through the forest, away from the country, away from the people, away from them, those that harmed her. Those that threw her out like a ruined dog, slicing her face to make her ugly. The people she once loved, once thought loved her. She ran faster and faster, screaming words that didn't make any sense to her and probably no one else.

Running, running, and running, away from it all, her clothes were being torn, her eyes streaming with tears. Her face bleeding with blood. She kept running and screaming and...

...stopped.

Two shadows, dark and brooding, stood silently in the forest, one tall, one short. Dark cloaks whipped around them in the night wind, red eyes and ghost eyes stared at her, stopping her screaming, stopping her running, stopping her fear.

"Come with us." One of them said, not asking, not demanding, but saying. Red eyes staring at her.

She pulled on her shawl, her throat hurting from crying and screaming. But she was able to ask...

"Why?"

"Because you're alone and being hunted, we can help you for we know what it is like." The other said, the one with the ghost eyes.

"How can you help me?" She asked, tears mixing with blood, falling down her chin.

"We can keep you safe; those that harmed you won't ever hurt you again. You will be welcomed, for where we are, we are all hunted." The ghost eyes said, caring in his voice.

"Safe? You mean a home?" She asked, hope somewhat rising in her fear.

"Yes." He replied.

She stepped closer to the dark shadows, her black eyes watching them.

"Take me home, please."

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She walked as far as she could with them, but her strength was spent and she fell to the ground. The one with the ghost eyes picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. His companion quiet all the way.

"Who is she?" Asked a voice within their minds.

"A child that was thrown out from her home, we found her running in the forest near the broader of Mist. She was being hunted for reasons we have yet to find out." Red eyes spoke to the voice, answering its question.

"She is bleeding..." The voice said, concerned.

"Slices across both her cheeks, I think she was disfigured for some reason." Ghost eyes said, holding her closer to him.

"Bring her in, Hidan and Kakuzu will look after her." The voice ordered then disappeared.

They bring her into the compound and took her to Hidan and Kakuzu, Hidan looked her over to see what she was that made her village disfigure her, while Kakuzu cleaned the blood and sealed the wounds on her face.

"She is one of them, a child of elements. No wonder her village feared her, such a person can be dangerous to any village or clan. Their powers become unlimited as they get older, of what element she is I have no idea." Hidan told them, brushing her hair away from her face.

"She must be only thirteen, to have found out what she was at her age is surprising, usually you can tell the moment they are born. She must have been considered special until something happened." Kakuzu said, surprised a little at the child. "They are feared above all else and are usually killed a few hours after being born, they must've cared about her greatly for her to last this long."

Her eyes begun to move, they quieted until she woke-up and looked around her. She didn't seem to be scared of what she saw in front of her eyes, but only smiled.

"So this is home, then I truly must be welcomed." Was her reply to the people around her.

"What is your name?" Asked the one with the red eyes, the one who she met in the forest.

"Jahnearia, my name is Jahnearia." She replied, sitting up.

"Jahnearia?...Your name means Spirit of Earth doesn't it?" Hidan asked, curious.

Jahnearia nodded. "A priest named me it; he was the one who told my parents what I was and that I was a gift from the God, Rilliafane, and the Creator of the Forests."

"You an element of Earth?!" Kakuzu said shocked.

Jahnearia nodded, though she didn't smile when they learned about it. "It was the reason why I was thrown out, my own mother slashed my face and threw me out like some piece of junk."

"Aren't parents lovely?" Hidan said jokily, smirking.

Jahnearia's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, they are lovely, especially when you encase them in vines."

Everyone became quiet after that explanation. The one with the ghost eyes came into view and Jahnearia saw that it was a fish man. He looked at her without emotion.

"Are they dead?" He asked simply.

"No, just scarred for life." She answered him.

The red-eyed man smirked.

"If she is staying with us, then she needs a room to stay in. If you can find Deidara, get him to show her where they are." Kakuzu informed them before getting up off the chair he had been sitting in and leaving the room.

She looked around at everyone, slipping off the table that she was on she fixed her torn dress that was crumpled a bit and looked over at the fish man. She waited for him.

Kismae just stared at her, wondering what she was looking at.

"What?" He asked gruffly.

She jumped at the sound of his voice, shaking a bit she bowed her head.

"I was just waiting for you to show me to this Deidara person." She said quietly.

He sighed at that. "Follow me." He ordered leaving the room.

She followed him quickly, her feet barely making any sound on the hard stone floor. Kismae walked until he came to a large oval shaped room and barked a order at what appeared to be a woman with long blonde hair, the woman came over and looked at Kismae with one blue eye that seem to sparkle like water itself.

"Yeah Kismae? What ya want?" The woman asked, though its voice sounded deep for one.

"Deidara, this is Jahnearia, she is staying with us for a while. Show her to one of the spare rooms if you could." Kismae told him, pointing to the girl behind him.

Jahnearia didn't even here what Kismae said, the words 'he' was still going through her head, this person was a guy?! He look so...girlish! Guess there are weirder things in life.

"You, come with me, I'll show ya your room, yeah." The guy named Deidara said, looking at her. He then turned around and said something to someone on the other side of the room. Jahnearia's eyes followed and she saw a person sitting on a bench, craving something. He had a metal cable coming out of his stomach.

"Who's that?" She asked quietly, pointing to the person.

"Hmmmm? Oh thats Sasori-Danna, he's a puppet creator." Deidara said smiling proudly, he turned back to her but she was gone from her spot, turning around he saw her walking over to Sasori.

Jahnearia walked up to the person who was called Sasori, she stood in front of him and just looked at him. What the hell was he? Why would he turn his own body into a wooden doll? He looked like some sort of freak. She then felt anger bubble up in her, anger at him, she didn't know where she was getting it but all she knew she didn't like it.

Sasori saw a pair of feet in front of him and looked up at the girl who had been standing in front of him for the pass four minutes, her black eyes staring at him.

"You're a doll freak!" She blurted out angrily, her eyes narrowing at him.

Sasori was taken aback by that! His right eye begun to twitch at her words, how dare this girl say that when she didn't even know him!

Jahnearia turned away and walked back to Deidara and Kismae, who were looking at her with stunned expressions.

"Bitch!" Sasori whispered to her retreating back.

"Why the hell did you just do that, yeah?" Deidara demanded when Jahnearia came back over to them.

She just looked at him. "Because that's what he is." And she left the room and waited for them to come and show her to her room.

Outside the room Jahnearia waited for Deidara and Kismae to come out, leaning her back against the wall she looked at her fingernails and once again tried to get the color of forest green out of them. No matter how many times she washed them, clipped them or ripped them off, they would always go back the same color, the same length. For years she thought she was cursed until she found out who she really was then she really did believe herself to be cursed.

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted when something touched her chin, looking up she saw yellow eyes through thick leaves and a face that was mixed in colors.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Asked the person whose's eyes made her stare.

"Ja..Jahnearia...I'm new here." She said stammering over her words.

His fingers touched her chin then her cheek, he continued to watch her through thick leaves then his hand pulled away and he walked away from her, leaving the hallway to the left.

'Who was that person...?' She thought, touching her cheek where his fingers had been.'...and what was he?'

She couldn't think of it anymore for the door opened and Deidara walked out of the room, he looked at her with the sea-blue eye and beckoned her to follow him.

They walked what must've been an hour before Deidara opened the door to what must be her room, he stepped aside to let her in and she took in her surroundings.

A room filled with blue candles that gave off red light everywhere, a double size bed that was covered in black and green sheets, quilts and pillows, a huge oak desk filled the right side of the room. And a grey-painted dresser stood at the foot of the bed.

"This is mine?" She asked Deidara, turning around and facing him.

He nodded, pulling away from the door he pointed down towards the right end of the hallway. "The bathrooms are done there if you want to wash up, until then, when you are ready come up and see us in the room where Kismae found me." He took a hold of the doorknob and left the room, the door closing with a soft click behind him.

Jahnearia stood there for a few seconds then ran over to the bed and just jumped on it, grabbing one of the many pillows she buried her face in it and just let herself cry.

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She awoke by something touching her left arm, opening her eyes slowly she stared into sliver orbs that seem to mirror her blackened ones.

"You finally woke-up, good. We were beginning to wonder if you gone and killed yourself." The man she saw earlier, the man named Hidan said. His hair was like snowflakes, all white and soft, but his eyes remained that sharp silver color, a color that struck her with a sense of dread.

"Hi..Hidan.." She mumbled, sitting up as quickly as she could.

He watched her as she tried to pull herself together; he couldn't help but smirk at her childish antics. He wonder how long she would last among them...

"Kismae and Zetsu would like to see you upstairs in the dining room in about a hour. Be there if I were you." He informed her getting up off her bed and heading towards the door. He stopped when his hand reached for the doorknob.

"Oh...and clean yourself up, we don't need you walking around like a beggar." He remarked, opening the door and leaving the room with another click from the door.

She got up off the bed the moment he left and stuck her tongue out. "I don't look like a beggar!" She mumbled.

She looked around the room to see if any clothes had been brought for her, no luck. Going out the door she headed down towards the hallway to where Deidara mentioned the bathrooms are. She saw two doors and went to the one on the left, once in a blast of heat threw itself at her face. And a shocking surprise.

Someone was already in the room and was having his own bath. Jahnearia's face turned so many shades of right she looked like a comet. Though the red disappeared when she noticed who it was.

It was the one called Sasori and he seem to be enjoying his bath. The water was up to his waist and the steam was making his blood-red hair stick to his face, his eyes were closed so he didn't notice her. His arms were on both sides of the tub giving her a clear view of his chest and the markings and cravings on it. His face looked really young to Jahnearia, perfect and sweet. Though as a puppet, he didn't really age so she couldn't really tell how old he was just by looking at him.

'He doesn't look have bad, almost cute...' She thought smiling a bit, the red returning to her face. Then she whacked herself for thinking it. 'He's a damn doll freak for hells sake! He craved up his own body so he could look like some puppet! That is not cute! That is fucked up!'

Sasori begun to feel someone watching him, his eyes opened and looked over to the young girl standing by the door, staring at him with an angry expression on her red face.

"You again..." He sighed, leaning his head back against the rim of the wooden tub.

She glared at him and went over to the second tub that was beside his, she turned the taps on and watched as it filled up. Her back to him and not saying a word.

"You could at least say something." After about three minutes of silence.

She lifted her head up from staring at the water, turning it slowly she looked at him. His brown eyes staring at her intently.

"I got nothing to say to you." She replied staring back at the water, her fingers playing under the tap, making sure it was warm enough for her.

"Ahhh yes, you consider me a freak for what I am. Strange, by the looks of you I say your more the freak then I am." He remarked smirking.

Her shoulders tensed and it took all her will power not to throw something at him. Turning off the taps she went over to one of the dressing stalls and started undoing her clothes. The words 'beggar' suddenly reached her mind when she looked at her ripped dress in her hands, the dress her father had given her. She decided that she would fix her attire after she had her bath, peeking her head out she looked to see if the doll freak was watching her. His eyes were closed.

Taking that cue she ran very quietly over to her tub and climbed in as fast as she could, once the water was up to her chin she looked over at him again. His eyes still remained closed.

'Well at least he knows not to look.' She thought proudly, knowing he hadn't seen her body. She reached for a bar of soap on the rack that hang over the tub and begun scrubbing herself down.

"If you need some help, I'll gladly do it for you." Sasori said to her, his eyes still closed.

"Wh..What?! No! I don't want your cold hands on me!" She snapped, glaring icily at him.

"Keep looking like that who would want to." He remarked.

"Bastard!" Jahnearia hissed.

"Bitch!" Sasori whispered.

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Jahnearia didn't get out of the tub until Sasori left the room, pulling the plug and getting out carefully as not to slip she made her way over to the stall and dried herself off. Wringing out her hair as best as she could, she ran her fingers through it and pulled some of it back from her face and put it into a ponytail on top of her head, her hair still hanging around her shoulders. Looking at her torn dress she picked it up and used her fingernail vines to cut it into a ragged mini skirt and her shawl into a tube top.

Once she was dried off she dressed herself up in her new attire and headed towards the dining room to meet with Kismae and Zetsu.

When both male members saw her enter the room in her newly worn outfit; they nearly fell off their chairs. Well Kismae nearly did, Zetsu on the other hand just hid his face further within his leaves. Blushing didn't come easily for him.

"You two wanted to see me?" Jahnearia asked, taking at seat at the table.

Yes..." Kismae said clearing his throat. "We wanted to tell you about Akatsuki: You will only be able to fully join us if one of our members has been killed, you will take their place and their ring status and be joined up with their pervious partner. Until then you will be a novice learning about us. And if you seem able by our Leader then you can work freely for us or with us."

"But if you give us away to anyone, you will be punished." Zetsu put in, his yellow eyes staring at her.

Jahnearia turned her head and stared back at Zetsu, their eyes locked and the tension seem to build up in the room, even so that Kismae give a low growl just to get them to stop staring at each other. Jahnearia then turned her head back towards him and he continued on with his lesson.

"As Zetsu has so nicely explained, you will be punished if you give any information out about us. But enough about that, while you will be here you will be under the careful eye of myself and another member of the Akatsuki, you already met Sasori as it was seen early so having him watch you while your here would be out of the question." Kismae explained, folding his hands and giving a slight grin to what happened early between Sasori and her.

Jahnearia suddenly looked flushed after seeing Kismae's expression after what he just said. Turning her head to look at a painting on the wall beside Zetsu she spoke calmly, but a hint of anger in her voice was noted.

"If you don't want to see me pounding that puppet's ass around the compound to hell and back I suggest you get that thought out of your head, right now." She said, turning her head back towards him, her black eyes burning.

Kismae froze after those words and continued on with their meeting, without any interruptions.

After the meeting Jahnearia was allowed to roam the compound to get her bearings, but she was told to stay out of the west side for that was where Leader-sama resided at, and he didn't like being disturbed by other members unless it was important.

'I could always sneak in there.' She thought after leaving the hallway to round another that lead to the courtyard outside. She passed by a dark green door with a symbol on it and decided to stop, the symbol was in the shape of a hourglass and it interested her. Looking around to make sure no one was there she opened the door and went inside...

...Only to be stopped dead in her tracks!

"Oh my fucking god! ARUGH!" Jahnearia screamed turning around and praying to someone to cut her eyeballs out.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!" roared Sasori trying to pull his pants back up without stumbling.

"What are you doing with your pants off anyway? And how the hell can you still have that when you're a damn puppet!" She demanded trying to rid her mind of what she just saw.

"I'm still a freaking male thank you! I didn't get rid of it when I became this! And why the hell were you looking there anyway?!" Sasori asked, tying his belt on.

"Well I didn't expect to find anyone in here, let alone you butt-naked!" She shot back. "You dressed? Or do I have to keep staring at the wall?"

"You could leave, how's that option?" Sasori said angrily.

Jahnearia turned around without his saying and stared at him, her eyes widen when she got a better look at him. For being made out of wood and metal, he didn't look half bad. But the idea of her thinking him hot made her stomach ache, considering she just met him and already hated him, she didn't want to start thinking him hot! Talk about a messed up thing that would be.

"Like what you see?" He asked smirking; she had been staring at him since she turned around and hadn't said a single word.

Jahnearia squeaked at that and turned tail outta there, slamming the door behind her. Though after five seconds the door opened again and a shoe came flying through and whacked poor Sasori in the face.

"YOU'RE A PERVERT!" Jahnearia screamed down the hall, running as fast as she could.

"YOU BITCH! I'M GOING TO KICK THAT ASS OF YOUR'S IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!" Sasori screamed down the hall at her.

She halted her run and turned her head to look down at the hallway at him. Rising her left hand she pressed her fingers to her lips and gave them a kiss, then she moved them away and smacked her left bum cheek at him, grinning she kept on running.

Sasori turned red, or what was called red for him, and the next words that were heard throughout the compound were...

"LEEADEEERRR!"

"Jahnearia, you are our guest in the compound and you will listen to our rules or I will throw you back out there and let the bugs feast on you. Do you understand me?" The Leader, whose name was Pein, scolded her.

"Yes sir." She answered, her head bowed.

"Kismae, you're the one who is taking care of her, please escort her back to her room." He ordered.

"Yes sir." Kismae said going over and taking Jahnearia by the arm and leading her out of the room.

They went past Sasori and Deidara, who stood by the door, Jahnearia turned hr head and looked at Sasori. He stared back; her eyes gleamed like coals as she was taken out of the room. She swore she would get back at him.

"Danna, don't you think your being rude to the girl? She only just came here and yes she was mean to say that your nothing but a doll freak, but you could at least talk to her, say you're sorry and let her try to get to know you before this turns into a all out war between the two of you." Deidara commented, staring at his partner.

"What are you? Her mother or something? She insulted me first so why should I be nice?" He argued back, glaring at Deidara.

"H'm, there's a lot there you haven't seen danna, there is something about her that I like, not sure what it is, but I like it." He said, finishing their conversation.

Kismae looked at the young girl as she sat on the bed, she was staring at her hands since she left the office, he was beginning to wonder if she was going to kill herself the way she kept staring at them.

"Look kid, I know this isn't easy, being torn from your home and your family, which tried to kill you and all, but you got to know that living here isn't going to be easy, you got to earn your pay and comfort. You can't just sit by and think you can get away with everything just because you're a child. That's not the Akatsuki way." He explained, coming over and kneeling down in front of her.

She didn't say anything.

"Sasori may act like a cold bastard at times, but there is a good side to him, you just have to find it and insulting him every time you see him isn't going to help matters, you should apologize to him otherwise he'll end up killing you and we won't be protecting you when it happens." He said, lifting her chin up so she look at him.

She was crying, her face red.

Kismae sighed and hugged the child, he let her cry and let her have his support for a moment. After a few minutes he pulled away and left the room, not looking to see if she was alright or not.

Jahnearia sat on the bed, her tears were dried and she didn't say a word as Kismae left, he was right though, she was only here for a day and already she knew how everyone acted and how they lived, she wouldn't be missed if she was killed. So her only choice was to apologize to Sasori. But first she had to clean her face up; she was not going to let him see her crying face.

Then she went to see him.

There was a knock on his door, getting up from his worktable he went over and opened it, and found a surprise of his life.

Jahnearia stood at Sasori's door, her head bowed and her eyes staring at the floor. She decided to look up but not at him and speak what she had to say.

"I'm here to apologize for what I said earlier and did, you can either expect it or discard it, it matters not to me. That's all I have to say." She said, turning away from the door and leaving.

Or she would of if she wasn't grabbed by the shoulder and spun back around.

"Deidara said that I should be nice to you, no idea why, but this changes everything. I accept your apology." He said, looking at her with his dark brown eyes.

Jahnearia nodded and pulled away from his grasp, thinking for a moment she decided to ask something that she never would ask. "May I come in?"

Sasori was taken aback by that, but didn't show it, he nodded and let her come into his room. He went back to his worktable.

She closed the door behind her and looked around the room, more of a workshop then a room, there was tools and devices of all sorts hanging from shelves and hooks throughout the room, a huge triangle window stood right above Sasori's worktable and sunlight shined through and was reflecting off the tools and devices and off his hair, make it different shades of red.

"You have your own personal workshop; I guess you don't have to go too many places for tools do you." She remarked looking at some sharpening tools and picking one up in her hand.

He didn't reply to her question.

'This isn't going to be a cheerful chat.' She thought putting the tool back. She decided to see what he was making so she went over and stood behind him, her bare feet leaving footprints in the one inch deep dust.

He was making chest piece backpack blade attachment, five long blades were being molded into a long ended pole that hooked into the metal backpack that held four scroll slots for scrolls to be placed in, both sides of the backpack were being down the same way, so when placed on someone's back it would look like bladed wings, a perfect weapon for close-range combat.

"What's that for?" She asked, staring at it, it looked amazing even if it was to be used as a weapon. It also looked like it could fit someone.

"It's my chest piece for my body, it lets me have easy access to my scrolls and it is the perfect weapon for going into close-range combat, it would slice the attacker into ribbons before they harmed me." He replied calmly, his voice sounding cold.

'His chestpiece? Oh god!' She thought, trying hard not to puke. She looked away and decided to stare at something else.

Sasori watched her from the corner of his eye, he noticed that she was a little pale after he said that and smirked at himself. She hated him, and the way he was, he was going to change her mind about that and it was going to be fun indeed.

"I favour my creations greatly, puppetry is one of the greatest forms of art, for they last forever and always need someone to look after it, otherwise their beauty fade to a mere memory." He told her, placing his tools down and turning around to look at her. "Do you not think so?"

She looked at him over her shoulder, her black opal eyes staring at him. "They are beautiful but that doesn't mean you go ahead and turn yourself into one, you should value your human life, not destroy it." She advised her voice clipped.

Sasori chuckled at that then stood up. "I wouldn't consider it destroying; I call it being reborn into something greater. As I shall show you." He undid his robe and it fell to the ground.

Jahnearia looked away quickly, she would not look at his disgusting body, what he called art wasn't that.

"Don't like what you see? Well, you're not so perfect yourself girl!" He snapped, going over to her he grabbed her by the arms and spun her around to face him. "I heard from Hidan that you're called one of the children of elements, earth isn't it? You have special powers over earth and if I'm right, if you're hurt or angered your body attacks its attacker. Meaning you're a monster just as I am."

She tried to push herself away but it didn't work, her arms were forced behind her back by his, so she was powerless to get away from him.

"Stop fighting me and actually look at me!" He demanded his cold breath on her face.

Her eyes snapped open and stared at him, her body stopped fighting.

"Now look, I am not the monster you so think of me to be." He whispered, his hands letting go of her arms.

She looked at him, her eyes trailing downwards over his body, he had the same shape and size just like a human's but instead of flesh it was wood and metal. A cable rested inside the area where his stomach should be and a circle shaped container was placed on the left side of his chest, everything else looked normal besides those two differences, the rest still looked human, it looked like art.

"I...I guess I was wrong." She whispered, adverting her eyes away from him.

"We all make mistakes, more so then most." He answered, reaching down and putting his robe back on.

"What's with the container?" She asked.

"It stores my heart." Was his answer.

She was stung beyond beilef by that answer; he still had a heart? And it still lived?

There was a knock on the door before it opened and revealed Deidara poking his head through. His expression turned to shock when he saw Jahnearia in the room.

"Please tell me you two are not going to kill each other here are ya, un?" He asked, getting ready to go back out.

"No Deidara, we have resolved our differences, come in." Sasori said, turning his head towards him.

"Deidara!" Jahnearia said smiling at the blonde, besides Kismae, Deidara was another Akatsuki that she liked very much.

"Hey there sweetie, is puppet-boy here giving you a hard time, un?" He asked smiling at her.

Jahnearia shook her head. "I was just about to leave, so you two can have your privacy."

"Naa, stay un, come sit by me." He said, as he sat down on Sasori's bed.

Jahnearia walked over and sat beside him, her spiked-edge skirt going up past her knees as she sat down. Which caught Sasori's eyes, who looked away and went back to his work.

"You had a pretty rough few days eh un?" Deidara asked.

Jahnearia nodded and started biting her nails again.

"Don't worry, it gets better around here, I promise. You'll be having fun like the rest of us, well, maybe not like Sasori-danna here, he's always boring." He said, grinning, which made her giggle.

Sasori pretended not to here Deidara as he said that.

"See? Not even a comeback, what a boring puppet he is, I tell ya it's hard having him as a partner, doesn't say a single nice word and always telling me to hurry it up, or shut up, or some other thing that annoys me." He said, waving his hand in Sasori's direction.

"Then why don't you have your partner changed then? If he's so boring and annoying." Jahnearia put in, pushing her long golden-grey hair behind her ears.

"Cause Pein thinks we make a perfect match, must be because we both love art." He told her, tilting his head towards hers, his bang falling away from his face, showing his eye scope.

"Your version of art Deidara is a sham, art last longer, yours just goes and blows up everywhere. That's not art." Sasori remarked, halting his work once again.

"Here we go again." Deidara whispered to Jahnearia, smirking at her. He placed his arm around her shoulders.

"Uhm...Deidara what's that?" Jahnearia asked, something was wet against her left forearm.

"That's his tongue; he has one on each palm." Sasori told her, turning around in his chair and looking at the two of them.

Deidara lifted his hands and showed Jahnearia the mouths on his palms, they grinned at her.

"These two help make my art possible, they eat clay and make my art come to life, un." Deidara answered her wondering question's, then he went back to putting his arm around her shoulders and him and Sasori begun talking together while she listened. Well not really talk, more like argue about what was art.

The whole time she listen to them argue, Deidara's hand-mouth made little design's on her forearm with its tongue.