sasodei

Background
Sasori and Deidara first met when Deidara was forcefully recruited into Akatsuki after being defeated Von Itachi. Sasori needed a new partner after his Zurück partner, Orochimaru, defected from Akatsuki. Sasori Kommentiert on how Deidara seemed like someone who would die young. Sasori and Deidara would work together for about three years and nothing is really known about this time spent together. Both Sasori and Deidara consider themselves artists, though their artistic philosophies differed drastically. Sasori believed art was meant to last for an eternity for posterity and to leave...

“DAMMIT DEIDARA! OPEN UP!” Itachi yelled from beyond the other side of the door. Sasori quickly untied Deidara from the ropes letting him fall to the bed.
“H-Hold on un!” Deidara cried to Itachi from the bed. “Sasori-Danna? What do I do now? I can’t Bewegen un.” Sasori grabbed his clothes throwing them in a corner and hid in Deidara’s closet.
“Don’t worry. I have an idea.” Sasori let the door of the closet slip open a bit. He made a hand dichtung and flipped his right hand toward Deidara.
“W-What are Du doing Danna un?” Deidara’s body got up and put his shorts on then started...

Sasori was screwing an arm onto one of his new puppets when he realized Deidara was being awfully quiet today. He was usually being confronted Von an angry mob of Akatsuki members Von now because Deidara blew something up. Suspicious, Sasori decided to see what Deidara was up to. “Hey Dei. What are Du doing?”

Deidara looked over at Sasori nervously from the küche in their room, “Just making something for abendessen later un.”

Sasori inspected the stove, “That’s a rather large portion of Essen considering Du are the only one of us that has to eat.”

Deidara stopped cooking and turned...

Deidara was bored out of his mind. He had just arrived at the Akatsuki, from being dragged there Von that son of a bitch, Itachi, a few weeks ago. It was obvious he still wasn't being accepted widely and he got looks from everywhere.

Worst yet was Sasori's never ending criticisms on his art. Fuck that old puppet bastard, he didn't care about any of that 'art is eternal' shit, it disgusted him. Didn't that idiot know that true art was an explosion?

He was on a mission with sagte idiot right now. They had to kill the leader of this huge black market and information route. Supposedly he had highly...

The blow to the head made Deidara half paralyzed. He did all that he could to fight against his captor, but could not get the better hand of him (seeing as he is paralyzed). Deidara finally gave up. His vision was getting blurry, and he was getting hot. His body felt like it was underwater.

Deidara was thrown onto his bed. He didn’t even care anymore, he was dazed. His light blue eyes had no life in them, he gave up. He felt hands caressing his face, and then he heard a familiar voice.
“Deidara? I’m so sorry. Deidara can Du hear me?” The voice sounded worried.
“Sasori…Danna? un”...