Everybody's Tired of Something

**So, I should probably work on my other fanfiction, but I got this idea so I'm going to run with it. 

Sasori glared at the stupid pink haired kunoichi and his "grandmother" from the bushes as he used what was left of his chakra to heal the slight damage to his core. He could hear them from there as they worried over each other and talked of how she, Chiyo, would rush  to the kazekage. Gaara, that was his name, the now ex jinchuriki, he smirked at the thought slightly before the rest of the conversation reached him.

"Chiyo, it is so noble of you to have a justu like that." Sakura gushed in a way that made him want to rip his hair out. 'How asinine.' She brushed the praise off carefully. "How did you come up with something that amazing?!"

"Well it was originally for my dear grandson, but as he is dead now I would prefer it didn't go to waste." Her entire tone was enough for him to vomit in his mouth, if he could vomit that was. 

Sakura glared angrily at his "body" to her right even going so far as to walk over and kick it. He raised an eyebrow slightly impressed at the venom she managed to muster after being poisoned so thoroughly. Chiyo smiled which he could see from here with his perfect vision. 'For fuck's sake.' "Sasori was beyond undeserving of any gifts you gave him. He should be grateful you gave him such a perfect death between his parents. LIke anyone else would be stupid enough to love him." 

He was beyond done with this garbage as he turned he caught the end of their conversation before they took off at a brisk pace in the direction he knew his partner Deidara had taken off after the nine tailed brat. Chiyo had the nerve to sound as if she was discussing the weather. "I put so much into that boy who became a monster that I could cry."

'Well cry a river and go drown in it then, you old bitch.' He thought seething as he moved as quickly as he could without his upgraded puppets. It would take a while to build everything back but he had nothing but time truly, unless you count the blonde ex Iwa ninja who probably would scream with happiness at being rescued. He smiled faintly at the thought of Deidara thanking him ecstatically and then trying later to act like he didn't care at all.

He had no deeper feelings for the twenty year old Akatsuki member, but after working with him for 3 years, he was used to him and at the very least entertained. 

'Well, since I'm immortal, I have no reason to complain at having to clean up your messes.' The evil redhead thought to himself as he followed the chakra signature he was so familiar with. 

As he got closer, he could tell something was definitely off.

Deidara breathed harshly as he flew his clay dragon around getting as close as he dared to the younger brother of his arch nemesis. 'What a fucking dick.' He was already worn the hell out from his fight with Kakashi and the quick and honestly shitty stitch job he had had to do on his own arm. At least he could still move his fingers and use his clay but he would really need to get Kakuzu to do a better job later. 

It pissed him off to no end how Sasuke Uchiha who was a dead ringer for Itachi never revealed a hint of emotion on his face. He looked constipated or more accurately bored to tears by the fight, even though Deidara knew he was exerting a huge effort to avoid being hit by the clay bombs as his bombs grew larger and more powerful. The angrier he got, the more sporadic his shots became and the more risks he took. He could practically hear Sasori in his head. "You're too easily riled up brat. Get your shit together or you'll blow your fucking self up and possibly me too in the process." He would fire back with a taunt, "Careful danna, you might sound like you actually care." "Hardly but your piss poor excuse for art killing mine isn't a good look." "Fuck you!" "No thanks." And Sasori usually got the last word there. He smiled faintly despite his irritation; he wanted to see the look on the elder ninja's face when he successfully took down Orochimaru's fuckbuddy or protegee or whatever he was supposed to be.