Akatsuki Kittens

Chapter 16: File 3 [Section A] - Deidara and Sasori

As if the whole mansion didn't have enough trouble to deal with, now it had to go through the agony of listening to a pair of cats arguing. Over what exactly? Well, lets say it went something like this:

"Stop spewing stupid nonsense about your art, brat. It's insulting towards every artist in the world."

"Well, your view is humiliating towards every artist in the world, yeah! It puts true artists down in shame!"

"You're not making any sense. True art is defined to be ever lasting and have its beauty magnify over time."

"Nu-uh! True art is something that should last for only a moment! That way you're left wanting more, yeah!"

"Brat, you're making my fur stand on end from that lousy, pathetic definition of art."

"Oh yeah?! Then how about I show you what true art really is! I'll blow you up to pieces!"

"You're a cat. You don't have mouths on your hands like before, stupid."

"Then I'll just use my mouth mouth, yeah!"

"Using your mouth for art? That's just about the most stupidest thing I've ever heard. But then again, this is you we're talking about."

"Take that back, yeah! My view on art is more realistic than yours!"

"Is not."

"Is too!"

"Is not."

"Is too!"

And of course, their voices echoed long the corridor in which they were traveling through. Of course, it was nothing but meowing and hissing to any other bystander. Two cats fighting about art? This was more interesting than art itself.

But while these two felines were busy fighting and arguing about nonchalant things while making their way towards a set of spiral stairs, a figure loomed behind them. Watching their every move with a cigarette lit in his mouth, big brown eyes followed them while staying hidden, making as little noise when walking as possible.

Had the two been paying any attention to their surroundings, they would have been able to figure out they were being followed. This was a big disadvantage to them being partners. When arguing, sometimes, Sasori and Deidara would completely forget where they were and who was around them.

With their guard lowered as it was, the man found it almost too easy for him to simply follow and capture them. He decided to keep an eye on them for a little while longer before snagging them. The duo made their way upstairs to the 5th floor, the floor just above them seeing as they started on the fourth one.

While Sasori took the lead, Deidara followed behind, their 'conversation' continuing and dragging on about whose view of art was the better one. It was starting to get ridiculous, and the puppeteer's patience was running low. He never had much patience to begin with; it would only be natural that he'd have less while in a flesh-made body.

Just as he was about to blow up on the blonde artist, a sudden creak from the door behind them caught their attention, the both of them instantly going silent. They looked behind them, gazing at the larger-than-normal door that had opened by chance.

Deidara and Sasori looked at each other for a moment.

"Should we check it out, hmm?"

"It's more than likely a trap, but what choice do we have? Leader-sama said not to leave anything untouched."

Without another word, the two turned around and very carefully padded their way towards the door, a crack opened just enough to allow them to squeeze through. The room seemed normal. It contained a girly bed, a desk, a tall lamp in the corner, curtains covering the window, and a doll on the pillow. A wardrobe with a full body mirror lay against the wall on the other side of the room, opposite the bed.