Artists' Perspective [Deidara x Reader]

Introductions-Chapter 5

(y/n pov)

"Akatsuki!" Pain declares.

I notice multiple figures appear: a woman in her twenties with purple hair, a man with black hair probably also in his late twenties, a silver haired man who looked pretty young but was probably in his thirties, a man who was wearing a mask and looked to be about fifty, a weird plant-man, a shark guy, and a red haired guy who looked to be about me, Tobi, and Deidara's age-late teens.

"Everyone this is Y/n, she is a new member please introduce yourselves" Pain declares.

"Konan, pleasure to meet you" the purple haired woman says extending her hand to me.

"The pleasure is mine" I say to her shaking her hand.

"My name is Itachi Uchiha" the black haired man says from across the room.

"Hey I know who you are! You took out the Uchiha clan! Your stupid kid brother is still hanging around Konoha ya' know!" I say cheerfully pointing to the slashed Leaf headband tied around my arm.

"Interesting" Itachi replies, he sounds so emotionless.

"I'm Hidan. Welcome to the Akatsuki new-chick" The silver-haired guy says flirtatiously as he saunters towards your direction.

"I have a name you know!" I reply in a harsh voice. He just grins stupidly at me.

"Kakuzu, I handle the money around here if you need cash let me now and we'll negotiate" the masked man says to me.

"Good to know" I say calmly.

"I'm Zetsu" the plant man says.

"Zetsu, huh?" I reply in my usual cunning tone.

"Kisame, ex -Swordsman of the Mist" the shark guy says coldly.

"Yeah I've heard about you guys" I reply.

"The name is Sasori of the Red Sand" the red head says with a smile as he walks toward me extending his hand.

"It's a pleasure!" I say shaking his hand, he shook my hand and put his other hand on my wrist. I hear Deidara mutter something but it's probably just Tobi.

(Deidara pov)

"How dare that stupid puppet master shake Y/n's hand like that, what is he a flirt now-un?!" I whisper angrily under my breath.

"Sasori, get Y/n-sama a ring and cloak" Pain says.

Sasori looks Y/n dead in the eyes and smiles saying  " Let's go Y/n-sama"

"Ugh you stupid-wait why do I even care if Sasori flirts with Y/n, it's not like I care-un" I think to myself.

I find my self following them anyway. Sasori leads us down a hall towards a closet that I haven't ever been in.

"Hey, Blondie" Y/n teases.

"Hm?" I reply.

"Why exactly did you follow us?" she continues.

"Uh, well I- uh I just wanted to see the supply closet-un?" I respond majorly questioning myself.

"Whatever you say" Sasori says under his breath.

We reach the closet and Sasori opens the door with his ring.

(Y/n pov)

Sasori opens the doors and pulls out a wooden box.

"Tell me about yourself Y/n" Sasori says warmly, he seems pretty level-headed.

"Uh, I left the Leaf Village, I was a member of ANBU but got bored with Konoha and left no one there liked me anyway. I have a wind and lightning style of chakra. I really like thunderstorms, art and birds." I say to the red head.

"When you say art, exatcly what do you mean?" Deaidara asks.

"Well I like to describe true art as lightning, you know just a sudden burst of light that lasts just one fragile second" I say shrugging.

"Hmph," Deidara says.

"What" I giggle a little.

"Deidara here has very similar views to you on art" Sasori says glaring at Deidara.

"Oh well I didn't want to start an argument can I just get my ring now?" I plead.

"Oh sorry" Sasori says keeping his eyes locked on Deidara and his smug expression. "Here" he says dropping a ring into my open palms. The ring was silver with gold on the top and a sign etched into it with black ink. It was the kanji for "Thunder".  He also gave me a cloak with the familiar red clouds.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it" I say with a smile.

"I'll walk you back to your room" Deidara offers looking over at Sasori with anger in his eyes.

"Uh ok" I reply.

My hall contained Konan, Tobi, Sasori, and  Deidara's rooms along with mine and a bathroom/shower room. The others were in the opposite hallway except for Pain who had his own bedroom and bathroom. 

"This has been an interesting day" I say in my head.

(A/n- this has been so fun to write I hope it's fun to read too :3)