Counting the Stars [SasoDei Fanfic]

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"Art is the beauty of transience, hm."

"Fool. Art is a masterpiece which can transcend time for all generations to admire."

"Art's a blast, un!"

"Eternal beauty... That is the definition of art."

"IT'S A BLAST!"

"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YA?! Art this, art that, you lowly heathens have no sense of greatness. Lord Jashin will fucking punish you all in the depths of hell!" Hidan exploded. Being stuck with the two artists who had no admiration for his God was bad enough, but the arguing that happened in hourly intervals drove him insane.

"Hmph. If you want me to shut up, then make me," Deidara challenged, slipping his hands into his bags of explosive clay.

"Bring it, bitch." Hidan licked his lips and let out a sadistic grin, preparing himself for a sacrifice for his cult. He readied his scythe as Deidara kneaded the clay in his delicate hands. As Hidan charged at the blond, the bomber pulled his arm back to throw a C1 at the Jashinist.

Sasori looked lazily at the two and sighed at their idiocy. With one swift motion of his right index finger, both of the perpetrators froze in their spots and stood rigidly in an uncomfortable position.

"What the fuck?!" Hidan cursed aloud while Deidara knew exactly what had happened.

"Danna~ Can't you let us spar for once?"

"Spar? It looked more like a death match to me." Sasori frowned, mostly at Deidara. His partner caught his warning and gave an audible gulp; fear ran through his veins as Sasori's emotionless orbs bore into his soul.

"Dammit you puppet freak, let us the hell go before I chop you the fuck down like the pine tree you are!" Hidan gave a futile attempt to swing his scythe, only to have Sasori turn his icy glare to the silver headed man who in turn jerked away at his look. "Damn puppet, I always thought dolls were creepy as fuck."

"Before you two kill each other, we need to find Kakuzu to rid ourselves of this burden." Sasori glanced at Hidan, signifying the 'burden' which he spoke of. He released his chakra strings and the two younger men fell to the ground, their limbs tangled together. Sasori frowned at the way Deidara's face was pressed against Hidan's chest. He shook his head and continued down the lonely path towards the rendezvous point.

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"Good job. Hidan, you're dismissed." Pein rolled up the scroll and waved his hand dismissively at the trio who stood in front of him. Hidan turned and slammed the door behind him as Deidara looked on with curiosity. Sasori kicked the blond on the shin to gain his attention and motioned for him to listen to Pein's new mission.

"The one tail jinchuuriki is located in Suna. Sasori, I'm sure you still have some sources, so I thought this mission would be more successful this way. Bring the tailed beast to the River Country hideout and make sure you aren't followed. You are dismissed."

They exited the office in unison and walked down the dimly lit hallway in silence. Their footsteps made dull thumps and the fabric of their cloaks rustled as they strode towards the exit.

"Danna?"

There was no reply.

"Hellooooo?"

"What?"

"What're you thinking about?"

"Stuff."

"Stuff as in...?"

"It's none of your business."

They stepped into the plateau as the sun greeted them warmly with its rays of gold. Deidara's hair danced in the wind, the sunlight dying it a pleasant yellow. "Beautiful," thought Sasori who quickly turned away. "I'm insane."

Deidara grinned at his partner. "Let's go visit your old buddies at Suna."

"Shut it, brat."

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Two mysterious figures approached Wind Country in a distinctive manner. The duo rarely spoke and their straw hats obscured their identities. Black cloaks with iconic red clouds fluttered in the dusty wind as sand swirled ominously around the pair that traversed across the dunes of hot sand.

The blond one spoke first. "Ne, Danna, isn't this nostalgic for you, hm?"

"Only bad memories come to mind," the latter answered.

The wind picked up and the crisp blue skies became dirtied with flying debris of the desert. Trudging along, the duo settled in a cave to wait out the sandstorm.

They sat in silence, the wind whistling at the cave entrance. "Sasori no Danna, how long's this gonna take, hm?"

"A few hours. Be patient, Deidara."

"Tch. Patient? That's the last word I'd expect to hear from you." Deidara frowned in disapproval and narrowed his eyes at the red haired man. "Somethin' fishy's been going on with you these past few weeks."

Sasori was shocked. "What could you possibly mean?" he drawled.

Deidara leaned in, taking a closer look at Sasori's face. "An imposter? Genjutsu? Or are you feeling sick? Hm?"

Blue orbs bored into Sasori's mocha brown eyes. Feeling slightly uneased by the blond's proximity, he gave a shaky answer. "I-I believe it's the last one." Sasori inwardly cursed at himself for stuttering, but managed to maintain a straight face.

Confused, Deidara put a hand to his comrade's forehead. "Sick? Can puppets really get sick?" He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion as he pulled away.

Sasori's body acted on its own as it bolted upwards and latched its right hand onto the blond man's wrist. His sudden action caused the two of them to lose balance, resulting in a newly found position - the puppeteer straddling the arsonist. Deidara's eyes widened as Sasori took control of the situation.

"I am sick," his velvety voice whispered. "Lovesick, that is."

And sparks flew as their lips connected.

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*fangirls like the madwoman I am*

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