tampered | Log; ongoing

Log; ongoing

When; Sept. 13
Rating; PG-13ish? (for now)
Characters; Sasori

poisonsand and Deidara

chaoticcreator
Summary; Sasori, as unfortunate as he was, happened to eat some of the very tainted chocolate during the curse...
Log;

Dietrich had told him to go to sleep and wait until the curse was over, and Sasori would have wanted to do that; but alas, because of the effect of the bloody chocolate, he was unable to. And besides... why to go to sleep before he had had his fun?

Sitting back in his chair, the puppeteer sighed. Damn curses... Now he hoped he would've never opened the computer. Not today, at least... and the best thing about the entry that had caused this soon-encountering ruckus? He could not delete it.

Well, at last Deidara was coming... This thought made a smile hover on his lips.

Deidara would come. He was sure of it.

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The artist walked through the dilapidated halls of the old hospital, mind wandering about him. The entire city had been acting strangely that day...and now, his danna had called him, wanting him there presently. While this was not a bad thing by any regard...it was a bit out of the ordinary. Normally, the only time he wanted him there quickly was when they'd been on mission--and he didn't want to be kept waiting. His danna hated to make people wait, and to be made to do the same. It was why he was moving a bit faster than normal now.

Well, one of the reasons.

He pushed open a door that was slightly stuck, leading him into another hallway, much darker than the rest--there were no windows here that pointed to the outside. He saw the low light flickering from a room farther down into the blackness--the puppeteer's room--and he moved toward it. As he got closer to the glow, he called out.

"Sasori-danna, un?"

"You're late." Sasori looked over at the other artist as he entered the room. "And you know I hate waiting."

The puppeteer stood up, eying his partner. There was one thing that had always annoyed him; the fact that in this body, he was the shortest one of the group. Normally, it didn't really bother him, but today...

But after all, today wasn't a normal day. Looking straight into Deidara's eyes, Sasori took a few steps forward. "Or perhaps you've forgotten? With me dead for so long..." This was the first time he'd admitted he was dead. Maybe he had finally accepted that his art had indeed lost... to a little girl and an old hag.

Deidara's eyes flashed a little at this, as a memory ran through him; remembering how they had found his partner dead...how he felt..how they'd given his damn ring to Tobi of all people...and didn't give any thought to the death of his danna...the great artist that he was...A bit of anger appeared in his expression for a moment, then vanished just as quickly, like the pop of a firework.

"Sasori-danna.. I've never forgotten." I've been the only one who's remembered all this time.. The explosive master moved closer to the puppet-bodied shinobi, leveling his gaze. "..I am sorry to have made you wait, un."

Sasori actually smiled at this. Though, of course, his smile wasn't warm or anything like a 'real' smile should've been. It was just... oddly twisted. As it always was.

"...and you expect me to accept your apology?" he said quietly, strading forwards so he stood close to his partner, and grabbed his wrists. "Just like that? You really must have forgotten..."

Deidara let a grin settle onto his face. This was his danna, alright. There was no mistaking. That smile was something that would always be burned into his memory, no matter how long his danna may have been gone.

"Of course I don't, un." The artist said bluntly, feeling the smooth, artificial hands wrap about his wrists, feeling the chill upon them. Sasori's body was the perfect emulation of a human form; he replicated everything perfectly, except for the heat that a living body possessed. His body was always cold, but, Deidara mused, that fit his danna quite well. "If you did, it would be completely out of character for you. And I would wonder if something was wrong, un."

"Hm." Sasori closed his eyes for a moment, trying to organize his thoughts. Of course he knew his partner, but Deidara was... quite complicated person. And being himself today, as usual.

"And what if something was wrong?" He asked, tightening his grip on the other's wrists as he opened his eyes again.

"Then I would wonder how to fix it, un. An artist is nothing if he is..broken, un." The explosive artist grinned, a bit of his teeth showing through his lips. "And you wouldn't want to finally be found as the inferior artist just because of that, now would you?"

"What makes you think I would? Since..." Sasori grinned and released Deidara's wrists, just to wrap his arms around him. "...you're the inferior here." The puppeteer may have died, but it wasn't like his art had. Since art was something that lasted forever... it could not just "die". Unlike humans. And that was what Sasori was; a human. Not a puppet. Human.

Which meant he also had all the human weaknessess.

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