Counting the Stars [SasoDei Fanfic]

Stars are Eternal

Sasori POV

Ugh. Just ugh. Out of all people in the world, why did I, the great Sasori of the Red Sand get stuck with him? The blond idiot never shuts up about his goddamned art. It ain't art if it ain't eternal.

It's only the first day of our first mission together and he's already gotten me pissed. Orochimaru, my last partner, was annoying enough, but this brat is on a whole new level. I like a little conversation here and there, but he just never shuts up!

I frowned as I looked at him in disgust. Pathetic. I'd already betted Itachi he'd die within one week of joining the Akatsuki. If he doesn't, I'd owe the Uchiha 20 silver pieces; and that's never going to happen. I placed my hand inside of my wallet and felt two single coins. Even if he did survive, Uchiha is only getting ten percent of the deal.

The idiot grunted in his sleep, "Art..... is...... *snore* ...... an explo.... sion."

I still can't believe leader trusted me with him. The first chance I get and I'll kill him. Eternal beauty - that is the only definition necessary for art.

"Try and get along with him," I mocked, repeating Pein's words. Tch... What does he think I am? Some newbie ninja that needs to be taught how to scream an attack name before charging?

Deidara rolled over in his sleep. His hair was covering his face, but every damn snore he exhaled left his hair fluttering like there was a breeze. "Ugh! I can't rest with all that snoring!" I muttered under my breath.

Narrowing my eyes, I let my imagination flow. What causes snoring? I bet it's because of his puny brain that wobbles around in the vast cavern he dares call a head. His cranium probably releases a hundred decibels of sound every time it shakes. I smirked at the thought of dissecting his head to have a look.

"Dan.... na~," Deidara mumbled in his sleep. I don't even know why he calls me that. It's obvious that I don't appreciate his existence. Is it his thick head that's in the way of comprehending my words? Or is it some master plan to get me weak and have me agree with his pathetic "art"?

Rolling my eyes, I laid down to try and get some rest.

Stars; they twinkle every night in the heavens. They're eternal. Eternal beauty that can be enjoyed throughout the generations. Eternal beauty is art.

Tonight the stars shone brightly, but there was a storm cloud obscuring the scenery to the right.

Staring up at the starry sky, I held my hand up to my face, covering my left eye. "If I cover this eye, I see the cloud over there... But if I cover the other eye, I can see the stars perfectly..." I thought to myself.

Glancing again at the blond, I mumbled, "Maybe I have to do the same for him?"

I covered my left eye. "I see a blithering idiot."

I covered my right eye. "Still a goddamned idiot."

Maybe it'll take some time... Just maybe...

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