A/N: Hi to all of you! It has been a long time since I wrote a fic. The idea just came into my mind a month ago, but I couldn't figure out how to begin! Expect that I'll not be updating too fast because school already started; maybe after a week.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.

Prologue:

100 years before…

"This is my greatest creation, a beautiful model of art." a middle-aged man grinned. He is an inventor from Iwagakure who has made a lot of inventions which helped in the military needs of the village. He brought a good name, and was respected.

"You're really determined to destroy the puppet clan, Anzu-sensei. It will do no good if you continue your revenge. Besides, there are no more left in their clan since all of them were destroyed in the Great Ninja War a long time ago." his trainee said. They were in his laboratory, working on the finishing touches of a robot.

"No… You're completely wrong. There is only one left, and he is my target. His parents killed my parents in a brutal way, and that will never vanish from my memory until their clan is not erased in this world."

"So, that robot you have made has a mission?"

"Yes. This robot should find and kill the puppet. I have no idea where he actually is right now, so it will take a long time to find him. I will die without knowing whether this robot will succeed or not. Well, I don't care if I die without seeing his death, but I will make sure that things will happen according to my plan."

"So, what do you plan?" the man watched his sensei place a device inside the robot's trunk, and then closed its small door.

"I planted an automatic bomb inside him. If he learns to control his feelings, it will explode; that means he just disobeyed my order."

The inventor frowned, making his apprentice shiver and change the topic, "What do you call him, then?"

The man rubbed the flesh in his chin, "I guess… I'll call him… 'Deidara'."

Chapter 1

Comrades

Having a new partner was probably one of the most hated things of Sasori. For him, partners are just for assistance who could only accompany him during missions. Unfortunately, a new subordinate is coming, and he simply hates it. It had been a long time since he joined Akatsuki, and he could still clearly remember how difficult it is whenever new comrades appear.

The clock struck twelve noon and it was time to meet his new partner. Sasori took his hands off the blooded body he was dissecting and placed the intestines with the other organs in a shiny silver bowl to give it to Zetsu, knowing that he really loves eating people as well as their internal parts. He served as the "waste bin" of all the organs of the ones Sasori killed.

The redhead washed his hands, covered with smelly blood, and then went inside Hiruko with the bowl of organs.

Hiruko made some hand signs once he was in front of a rock which served as the door to their meeting place. Sasori, who was hiding inside his creepy puppet, found all the members standing in a big circle at the middle of the huge stone room. He walked toward Zetsu and handed him his "present". When Zetsu saw the silver bowl full of juicy organs, he couldn't endure his stomach, making him slurp his saliva.

"Zetsu, eat that later after this fast introduction of our new member." Pain said as he made a few steps closer to a tall blonde man.

Sasori continued walking toward Hidan's right side.

"Today, we are going to welcome our new member. I was amazed by his ability and fighting skills during the probation." Leader explained. The members stood quietly around their leader and the blonde, listening attentively. Sasori paid attention to the Pain's word, 'stunned'. What's with this kid? Stunned, eh? Sasori smirked.

"Hi, I'm Deidara from Iwagakure, un." the man smiled, swirling a few strands of hair around his finger. "I've heard that I will be having a very good partner who is also an artist."

Sasori walked to Deidara, speaking in a grumpy manner, as usual. "I am your partner Sasori."

When Deidara saw this horrible face, he almost made an expression of disappointment apparently because he had been expecting a good-looking partner, not a chunk of ugly spiky-haired oldie.

Deidara was on the verge of speaking when Sasori interrupted, "I can't stand boisterous mouths, brat. Do not speak because it may break my ears."

Pain ordered Sasori to tour his new partner in the whole hideout and gave Deidara his cloak and his ring. "The others may do whatever they wish." Leader declared. Zetsu munched his food; others sat down and talked about their other missions to accomplish, while the others disappeared within puffs of smoke. Sasori was grumpy again, and he was not in the mood of touring Deidara around. His mind focused in the puppet business he should have finished, which was wasted by the long time of Deidara's mind-numbing intro, and will be wasted when he tours blonde. But, he has decided to tour him even for a short time.

"I will tour you in the whole hideout, but don't ever expect to have a long walk, because I will do this as quickly as possible. No interruptions, and that's final."

Deidara shook his head, quite blaming himself in joining this organization and having bad luck being Sasori's partner. However, he tried to bear with it, hoping that he'll get well with this man someday. "Thank you, Sasori-danna. Un."

Sasori was surprised. 'He called me his danna?'

While walking through the pathways, Deidara couldn't resist opening his mouth, that once it opens, the listener will surely have nuisance. "Sasori-danna, I was just curious about the other members, un."

"Why?" Sasori sighed.

"They seem to be coldhearted and serious. You are also like them. Why don't you smile sometimes and uncover the black bandanna covering your mouth? I bet you have some shimmering teeth over there that you might want to show me, un."

"Tobi is not serious, brat…" Sasori said in contempt. "You didn't notice him earlier." He continued walking and didn't answer Deidara's question about the bandanna.

Soon, they arrived in front of a tall, huge gate with numerous padlocks until the peak. It was made of metal, and the sides have wooden frames. The wood was beautifully carved with figures that could be renowned as faces of tortured people, and skeletons.

"Wow! This gate surely is expensive!" Deidara liked the gate, but what he most admired was the carvings on the wood. He walked near it and gaped fascinatingly at the very intricate designs.

"I carved it." Sasori said, making an inward boastful expression.

"Sasori-danna, you're so good, un!" Deidara exclaimed; his face was painted with admiration. "I'm so thankful to have you as my partner, and hope I could learn more about art from you, un." He tapped the lump on Hiruko's back, unconscious that within that lump was the real Sasori, getting frustrated with the piercing strikes made by his hand.

Sasori began to make some hand signs to open the gate. When it was partly opened, Deidara hurriedly ran inside in eagerness. He saw a big statue with hands, and thought it was not that important to secure in a very rigid way. He jumped on one finger and hopped in another one. "This is great, Sasori-danna! You should try this!" he was excited, feeling so amused with the big statue. He stopped at the center of the palm, wheezing because of several times he had hopped.

"Get down from there, Deidara!" Sasori shouted in an annoyed manner. He was fuming red that moment, and he could not stand this brat that had nothing else to do but irritate him. Deidara jumped down and brushed off the strands of hair that crawled in his face. "Why do you need to guard this room while there's nothing special about it, un?"

"We use that statue during the extraction of different jinchuurikis." Sasori explained. "Usually, Leader-sama summons that, but he left it there for you to see it."

"Oh, Leader-sama is so sweet, un!" Deidara acted like a girl. "I looove leader-sama!"

Sasori sighed. If you just know how terrible he is when he gets mad…

Sasori and Deidara had finally finished touring. They headed to their room, which was located beside Sasori's dissection room. Inside were two beds, wherein the other one belonged to Orochimaru. The bed and the blanket were grayish because nobody had time to wash them. The comfort room was in the left side, and it has only a toilet and a shower. There was a lamp on the table near Sasori's bed, which flickers a faint light. The floor and walls were made of stone. The room was so untidy since there were a lot of scattered wood and puppet parts everywhere.

"Here's our room, and your bed is the one near the wall." Sasori said, pointing to the smaller bed.

"But why is mine so small, Danna? Isn't it obvious I'm a lot taller than you, un?" Deidara complained.

"If you don't stop in your petty complaints, I will tell Leader-sama to give you a separate room."

"No Sasori-danna, un!" Daidara pleaded. "Aright, I will tolerate this, just do not tell Leader-sama to separate us, un!" he scoffed.

Deidara sat on his soft bed, seeing a brownish stain. He bent his back and smelled it, "This is pee, Sasori-danna!" Deidara shouted in disgust, making a rude expression. "Who peed here? That person surely is irresponsible, un."

Sasori replied as he stared at Deidara. "That is Orochimaru's pee. He said he dreamt about the 3rd Hokage of Konoha killing him, so he unintentionally destroyed the 'beauty' of that bed." He glared at Deidara, "You need to wash it and keep it clean always. You see, even though you're the deadliest criminal, you still need to do some of the household chores… Do you feel awkward about that?"

"Not quite." Deidara saw the pieces of wood on the floor and mocked, "Hey, I don't want a room that is full of wooden dolls, okay. Clean it up, un."

"What?!" Sasori said in a low voice tone, but it had a feeling of annoyance, "You brat, I am your superior so give respect!"

Just then, a knock in the door came.

It was Kisame, resting his weapon on his shoulder. "How's the two artists doing?" he smirked, looking then at the two men. "Yo, blonde! I have heard you have mouths in your hands that can mold explosive clay and let it explode. Is that true?"

"Oh yes." Deidara showed the two members the slimy tongues. He then stood up and stared at Kisame's weapon. "What is that for, un?"

"Isn't it cool?" Kisame smirked. "This weapon could finish the lives of many people in just one flash." he said, swaying his weapon in different directions.

Deidara raised a brow, putting his hand under his chin, "In a flash, eh?" He crossed his arms against his chest and nodded. "I admire your confidence, un."

Sasori went out of Hiruko without Deidara looking. He picked up his puppets on the floor and continued his 'pastime'.

"By the way, I'm Deidara. And you are?" Deidara asked Kisame, trying his best to be as friendly as possible. Kisame was about to answer when Sasori grabbed his line. "He is Kisame." He then looked thee blue shark-like man leaning against the door frame, "Would you mind if you leave us alone, Kisame?"

"Sure, Sasori-san. Looks like you'll be having a serious talk." He grinned and bent his body. "Be careful, blonde. Your partner couldn't stand idiots. If you make his head boil, then you might be one of his little dollies…" he whispered.

"Are you telling me that I'm an idiot, un?" Deidara retorted; he knew that this fishy-like guy would be a weirdo. "Alright, Kisame-san. I end this conversation. Sasori-danna and I will be having a talk, un."

By the time Kisame left the room, Deidara faced Sasori, and was so surprised seeing a teenage boy sitting on the bed. "W-ho are you?" Deidara asked in confusion. "Where is my Danna?"

"Idiot! I am the real Sasori and the old man you've seen is my puppet Hiruko." Sasori's temper was rising that moment that he stopped his business for a while, glaring at the innocent boy. "What are you looking at?" He was expecting Deidara to retort; instead he smiled in a friendly way.

"You are such an adorable kid, Sasori-danna." Deidara teased, swiftly leaning and squishing Sasori's cheeks with his fingers. That time, his nervousness lessened, thinking that he is older, and free to bully the redhead.

Sasori crossed his arms and his brows were puckered. "I may look like a teenager, but I'm thirty five. And one more thing—stop doing that to my face, or I'll kill you." Sasori continued his work, putting the fingers of the puppets in their respective places.

"What?!" Deidara yelled in astonishment. "But why do you look so young, un? Please do tell me your beauty secrets, Danna."

"I had never applied some creams on my face, brat!"

Deidara sat on his bed, looking intently at Sasori's bored face. "Sasori-danna, why do you have to hide yourself inside that ugly puppet, un?" he asked, feeling curious about his partner. Sasori had a cute face, and there's no need to hide it.

"Is that your art, Sasori-danna?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Sasori replied in question. "What about you? What is your art, brat?" At last, he was interested in starting a conversation with Deidara.

The blonde slid his right hand inside a round pouch in his waist. Sasori watched him while his mouth in the hands molds the squishy white clay. "What will happen?" he asked curiously.

"Sasori-danna, I believe that art is fleeting—it fades away promptly while making attractive noises, un." Deidara explained. He showed Sasori a small bird figure and threw it in the air.

Bang!

"That trash is no art!" Sasori replied angrily that he wanted to explain Deidara the true meaning of true art. "Deidara, you don't get it." he said coldly. "True art lasts forever, and as time passes by, it gets more beautiful." Sasori persuaded.

"What do you mean, Sasori-danna? Don't you appreciate my art?" Deidara asked, now feeling a bit annoyed with Sasori. This is going to be difficult, un.

The redhead sighed, "This will be difficult, Deidara. I'm too disappointed with you." He brushed his soft red hair, causing it to sway gracefully. "I don't see you as a fellow artist since you don't understand what true art means."

"I respect your opinion, Danna, but in my for me, true art explodes. It vanishes quickly." Deidara smirked. "I guess I have to make friends with the other members who might appreciate my art, un."

"Watch out with the others, brat. They might kill you when you overdo it." Sasori warned his subordinate. "And, if you make some reckless things, I'll be responsible for it since you're just new here."

"Don't worry Danna. I will be watchful of my actions, un." Deidara went out of the gloomy room and leaned his back at the door. "Sasori-danna is so mean!"

Deidara passed many paths to find someone to befriend. He suddenly passed along the huge gate with Sasori's carvings. He admired it dearly and realized that he should respect his danna. The longer the time he stared at the carvings, the more admiration he felt. "That boy is truly a great artist, un."

Many weeks have passed since the Iwa ninja joined Akatsuki. He met different people to communicate with, and he met someone that he couldn't go well with.

Deidara usually makes some explosives just for fun and letting it explode in the air. Every time he does that 'banging' stuff, Sasori's head turns into a very hot oven. Aside from those bangs, he also noticed Deidara's 'Un' whenever he speaks. Is that a big deal?

One night, while Sasori was polishing one of his puppets on the bed, a piece of wood fell on the floor. Sasori picked it up, and when he lifted his head, he saw Deidara's face so close to his. The blonde was asleep that moment, so the redhead got that opportunity to examine his partner's physical appearance. He then noticed little things about Deidara, which he had never paid attention before.

Sasori quietly drew himself closer to Deidara's bed, seeing his tender face. He could clearly see the thin blonde strands, which fell smoothly over Deidara's rosy cheeks. His lips were so beautifully shaped. Sasori's head was making itself closer to Deidara's lips, and he could not fight against it. His lips drew closer and closer until it nearly touched…

What am I doing?! You are so stupid, Sasori!

Sasori's silent gazing at Deidara's face was cut when Deidara opened his tired eyes. "What are you doing, Sasori-danna?" He yawned. "It's too late, go to sleep, un."

Sasori stood up and sat on his bed. "You are so ugly, Deidara." he sneered secretly and he was expecting for a response. But there was nothing.

He looked at his subordinate, finding him sound asleep. "You're so ugly, Deidara!" he shouted, trying to forget his past actions. He thought he would never do that again. He went to his dissection room and made some poison.

He was ready to get the big bottle of poison on the table, when he suddenly couldn't control his hands and fingers. A small crack emerged in his right arm and his head. His eyesight darkened…

You are the only puppet left

And a robot somewhere there

Your immortality he will end

Puppet, beware.

Sasori heard a voice whispering in his ears, and he could understand it. He needed to be careful with a robot and he needed to kill him since that robot is the only one who could finish his eternal life.

Your life he will destroy

His life you should destroy…

A/N: Did I do well? I'm so nervous! Please, people, let me know your replies to this chapter. Thank you!

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