Days Of Christmas

The bucket list||Deidara ft Akatsuki

Day eight: The bucket list.

Art is fleeting. True beauty is found in the dying moments of something, anything because that is the testament of its worth when it was alive. That is art. Art is short, it is flamboyant and it is a blast.

Deidara's philosophy was something many questioned a lot but the blond stayed true to his beliefs till the moment he also became art.

•12 days of Christmas•

It was hot, which was very strange because it was late November though the hot seat he was currently in could contribute to the uncomfortable warmness Deidara felt. This was not the first time Deidara would sit face to face with a principal in an office but this was his first time with Tsunade the titania.

The big busted blond stared at the younger blond intently with her honey brown eyes which by the way were teetering on turning blood red due to irritation. It was understandable, her wrath that is, because blowing up the chemistry lab was a huge feat.

This wasn't some kind of farce where a bored kid found his hands on a crazy mixture of random chemicals like in some highschool chronicles, in fact with Deidara it was plausible. The teen was a pyromaniac after all. Tsunade's stern voice snapped the younger out of his wandering thoughts.

"Do you realize what this prank would have cost you, Deidara?" The busty woman questioned. Deidara knew what she was about to say, every principal (and adult) he had encountered after one of his art declarations had said the same thing, but Deidara allowed her to speak. "Your life and expulsion from school."

Deidara snorted. A mistake. The sound slipped out from his mouth before he could stop it but it was no use crying over spilt milk now, Tsunade was pissed.

"Oi gaki, even if you have no regard for your education you should have some respect for your life! And what's this I hear about you not applying for any college?! I thought art was your dream? You used to mouth off about being the next Leonardo Da Vinci or something like that, what happened to that?!" Tsunade asked, her voice had reduced in pitch with pure concern for the blond spitfire.

It happened gradually but the change in Deidara's attitude towards everything in general wasn't subtle. He was cheerful and air headed as always but even for Deidara, his happiness looked too prominent, as if he was forcing it.

"Is it the school bills your worried about?" Tsunade knew of the blond's financial struggles but never once had he allowed it to weigh him down. It must be the prospect of college that is getting to him, Tsunade figured. "You know there are scholarships-"

"It's not that, principal Tsunade, un." Deidara interrupted her speech. "Am I free to go now, yeah?" He asked. Even if Tsunade was about to say something, she decided not to and released him instead. She had another plan in mind and hopefully, that would work.

Deidara just knew when Sasori came over at his small rooftop apartment that he was on a mission. Sasori would never visit him without a solid reason like a group project behind it. "Principal Tsunade sent you, un." He said knowingly.

"What gave me away?" Sasori asked sarcastically. His voice and face was void of expressions as usual but Deidara could see a slight emotion in his eyes. Micro expressions. Deidara has gotten more adept to finding them on people's faces these past days.

"Are you going to come in or deliver your message at my door, un?" His redhead friend grunted a bit before allowing himself in, removing his shoes at the front door in the process.

"Pardon my intrusion."

"So, what did the old hag send you to say to me, hmm? Soda? Water, yeah?" Deidara asked but Sasori waved it off. He didn't need anything which was good because Deidara had no soda and the tap water needed water guard and he doubted Sasori would drink water that literally looked like clay.