An Eternal Explosion

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My eyes fluttered open and I sat up with a yawn. I stretched my arms and turned to stand up but before I could do so, I screamed. I was face to face with a red-headed boy who had stunning grayish brown eyes. He looked to be around 15 years old. I had to admit, he was absolutely beautiful. My jaw dropped at his appearance until I mentally slapped myself. There was a stranger in my room.

"Who the hell are you, hm?" I demanded after regaining my head. He rolled his eyes. "It's Sasori, brat!" He yelled back in annoyance. My eyes widened. This guy was Sasori!? He sure was hot...wait, what the hell am I thinking? Snap out of it, Deimara! He's just a heartless bastard with no taste for art.

"Are you going to sit there staring at me or are you going to get ready? We have a mission." Sasori grunted. "R-Right, hm!" I stuttered jumping up. Seriously? Did I seriously just stutter? Someone kill me. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Sasori smirked noticing my staring.

I looked away immediately and jumped up turning my gaze at the ground. "Deidara left you something to wear on the dresser." He spoke pointing being me. I looked back to see a small pile of clothes on Deidara's desk. I walked over and picked it up before looking over at Sasori.

"What do you want, brat?" He demanded. "Could you go? Hm!" I asked in annoyance. Did he think I was just going to change in front of him? Fat chance! "Whatever, brat. Just hurry up." Sasori demanded before exiting the room.

I quickly stripped off my clothing before changing into what Deidara had given me. It was a bit big, but it was good enough. I then put my cloak back on and exited the room where Sasori, who was now inside his puppet Hiruko, and Deidara were waiting.

"Took you long enough, brat." Sasori scoffed. I rolled my eyes. "I packed some stuff for you." Deidara told me before handing me a backpack. I nodded greatfully and swung it onto my back before Deidara had a question. "So what's the mission Sasori-Danna, un?" He asked. Sasori began to walk through the halls and Deidara and I took a few steps to catch up before matching his pace. I was on Sasori's right whilst Deidara was on Sasori's left.

"We need to assassinate a man who's giving information about the Akatsuki." Was the reply. "What's the plan, hm?" I asked. "The scroll says he has a weakness for woman. So Deimara will act as bait an-" Sasori began. "No way, un!" Deidara cut him off. "You are not sending my little sister out as bait." He declared.

"Yes I am, brat." Sasori argued. "I'm not letting you, un. You do that and I'm taking her back to the base." Deidara said stubbornly. If you hadn't noticed, Deidara is extremely overprotective. He was always like that, even when we were just little. He never let any boys near me, sometimes he even protected me from girls.

He was always looking out for me and wanted to keep me safe which was why he left me behind all those years ago. He was an S-ranked criminal, he didn't want me to get caught up in the cross-fire. "We don't have time to argue about it, brat. She's doing it and that's that." Sasori growled in annoyance.

"No, she isn't, un! You can't just send her out like she's a worm on a fish hook, Sasori-Danna!" Deidara protested. The two began to argue back and forth constantly for seconds, minutes, hours. It was evening, and they were still arguing about the same damn thing. I just couldn't take it any more.

"Shut up! Both of you! We're almost at the village and if you two don't shut up there won't be a point in hiding. They'd find us within seconds, hm." I snapped. Both art-lovers froze in their argument and looked at me. "It's late and we need to make some sort of plan. What are we doing once we reach the village, hm?" I asked.

"We need to locate the target, but we'll only have one person searching so it'll be harder to notice us. That will be Deidara since he can do an aerial search." Sasori declared. "And leave you alone with Deimara? Definitely not, un." Deidara argued. Sasori opened his mouth to protest but I didn't let him.