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Art is...Chapter 8

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They might not be able to work together if he couldn't put this fear aside? A few months ago, Deidara would have been thrilled at that. Now, however, the idea of being paired up with someone else was actually horrifying. Sasori was fantastic to work with, despite constantly being rude to the bomber. That and he was constantly trying to irritate the younger man.

Which Deidara could only assume was why he was being pinned to the wall because of something that was absolutely none of the puppeteer's business. "Danna, let go, un," he said for the millionth time, but Sasori refused to listen. Instead, he just stared at the blond, waiting for his fear to magically dissipate.

"Just think about it," the redhead murmured, eyes going from the wall to the window and then back to his partner. As long as the brat could accept that he wasn't going to be harmed by his own partner (which was much easier said than done) they'd be pretty good to go. Unfortunately, Sasori had been responsible for several broken bones, which he doubted Deidara had forgotten about.

"I don't need to, un."

"I'd beg to differ. I'm going to let go of you, but...consider it. At this point, why would I waste my time trying to hurt you?" And with that, Sasori let go of the younger Akatsuki member. The blond debated darting out of the room, but was too shaken up to try. He wouldn't get very far before Sasori caught him, anyway. He stared as the puppeteer left the room, making no attempt to stop him.

What was this nonsense about not wanting to hurt him? There really wasn't any other reason for the redhead to be touching him. Deidara let himself slump to the ground. Deep in thought, he took out a handful of clay and began lightly punching it to get the air bubbles out of it. Normally, his hand mouths could have taken care of it, but he needed something to distract him.

After what felt like an hour of just sitting there, trying to believe Sasori's words, the blond got up and went into the kitchen. Most of the time, he'd be able to find his partner there. Usually, there'd be a few other Akatsuki members sitting there and talking to him. Maybe they could take his mind off of things for a bit.

"Damn, you two are worse than Hidan and Kakuzu," Kisame said, just as Deidara walked into the room. The three Akatsuki members sitting in the kitchen pretended not to notice him. Either that, or they just didn't care if he could hear them.

"At least you don't tear each other apart. Blood's always a pain to clean up," Itachi added, shrugging slightly. Sasori nodded in agreement before talking more to Kisame. He was staring out the window with a bored expression, and only seemed to be half listening to the conversation.

Deidara situated himself on the other side of the room and grabbed a glass of water. It was a good enough excuse to let him listen in on them. In most cases, he didn't bother eavesdropping, but with nothing else to do, it seemed like a good idea.

"Hey, he's obnoxious, but he's easier to get along with than Orochimaru was, right?" Kisame pointed out, and Sasori shrugged. That was debatable.

"Define 'get along with'."

"He's not constantly following you around"--Sasori shot him a flat look-- "Well...He doesn't try to figure out how you turned yourself into a puppet."

"True," Sasori said, only to mumble something inaudible under his breath right after. Deidara strained to hear, but couldn't make out any of the words. What?

"Kisame, Pein wanted us to meet with him now," Itachi murmured, getting up from his seat.

The group dispersed, leaving Deidara to wonder what had just been said about him.

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Deidara found himself trailing behind Sasori, a small bag slung over his shoulder. For the first time in weeks, they had been sent on a mission. This time, to a small town just outside of Amagakure. It had only taken a few hours to reach the outskirts of the town, and from the looks of it, the security wasn't all that tight.

"Danna, where are we supposed to go, un?" the bomber inquired, looking around carelessly. At the question, Sasori rolled his eyes. The brat could at least pretend he was paying attention when Pein was talking to them. Either that, or actually take the time to read the assignment's description.

With an exasperated sigh, he finally decided to respond to his partner. "There's supposed to be a nearby—Get down!" Sasori shouted, just in time for the blond to throw himself to the ground with his hands over his head. He had heard those two words enough times to react without any sort of thought. The puppeteer, on the other hand, had to settle for throwing his arms in front of him, barely stopping a kunai from hitting his heart container.

In less than a minute, a full scale brawl had broken out. From what Sasori had managed to draw from the sudden fight, the village had planned an ambush. Which, unfortunately for them, wasn't working out in their favor. With their security dropping like flies, the redhead wasn't worried in the least when he saw more and more ninja pouring out of the village to surround the two artists.

What Sasori didn't understand was how easily these fools could throw away their lives. Surely they saw their companions being struck down by his poisons, and being torn to pieces by his art. Going into the fight, they must have known it was a lost cause.

The puppeteer glanced at his partner, who wasn't even breaking a sweat. He had already set off at least a dozen explosions, all of which had killed a considerable amount of enemies. The bodies left behind were either unrecognizable, or were nothing more than ash. How had Deidara not burnt himself yet? Although his art was trash, it was impressive that he hadn't managed to harm himself, even while fighting close range with the explosives. From the corner of his eye, he saw one of their enemies sneaking up behind the blond, intent on stabbing him in the back of the neck.

As soon as his hand touched the bomber, however, he completely snapped. In one swift move, he spun around and kicked the man in the head, the force of the blow hard enough to snap his neck.

Distracted from his fight, Sasori barely had enough time to catch an attacking ninja's fist and dig a poisoned blade into his torso. He let out a scream and collapsed to the ground, writhing as the poison seeped into his system.

The numbers they were against decreased steadily, until there was only about a dozen ninjas left to kill. A few kunai flew at the two Akatsuki members, most of which missed. For a group that managed to survive the blood bath, they certainly had poor aim. Sasori glanced at his partner again, raising a brow when he saw the blond frozen in place, eyes locked on a kunai that had just hit the ground between the two.

Deidara mouthed something, and his eyes widened considerably, but the redhead couldn't make out a word of it. What? He stared at the kunai as well, and that was when he realized that the final enemies had circled around the two. "Danna, run! It's gonna--"

The rest of Deidara's words were swallowed up by a deafening explosion.

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The last thing Sasori remembered before being knocked unconscious was debris flying everywhere, Deidara screaming, and body parts being thrown across the battlefield. The ground was torn apart, and everything had been hidden by a large cloud of smoke and fire.

The redhead slowly blinked his eyes open and sat up, finding himself in the middle of dozens of torn up corpses. Just by looking at his body, he knew it was a miracle his heart container hadn't sustained any severe damage. A small line of blood had dripped from it, but it was only from a small scratch on the outer layer of tissue.

Sasori pulled himself to his feet and brushed whatever dust he could off of his faux skin. Where had that explosion come from? The only thing he could think of was an explosive tag being wrapped around the kunai Deidara was staring at so intently. But were they really capable of destroying that much? There had been very few situations where Sasori had actually needed to use a bomb. Usually, his puppets would suffice for both short and long rage attacks. As soon as Deidara joined the Akatsuki, he left explosive knowledge to--

"Damn it!" Sasori shouted, eyes widening at the sudden realization. Instead of running, the blond had stayed where he was and tried to tell his partner what was going on. Being an expert on the subject, he must have known full well what was about to happen...therefore giving him plenty of time to escape...Then why the hell did he stay behind?

The only thing that the redhead could think of was that he honestly stayed behind to warn him. But why would Deidara do something like that? The two were constantly bickering, and it would have been easier for him to just book it out of there and leave the puppeteer to fend for himself.

Sasori squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to think of a possible solution. But when nothing came to mind, he shifted his attention to a more important problem; namely, finding Deidara. His body was nowhere to be seen, and he wouldn't have been surprised if the bomber was either in a million pieces, or a few yards away from where he was before the explosion.

After turning over several bodies and still finding no sign of the blond, Sasori could practically hear his heart thumping in his chest. More bodies, and still not even a clue as to where Deidara had gone. Where could his body have gone? Unless it had gotten completely burned up, it had to be on the battlefield somewhere.

A low groan reached the redhead's ears, and he glanced at the ground just next to his foot. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened ever so slightly. Laying next to his foot was Deidara, completely soaked in blood. Deep gashes covered the bomber's body; most of which were still seeping blood. His shirt was soaked, and his hair was tangled and full of debris dried blood. "Danna, un," he managed to choke out, coughing violently not a second after he said it.

Sasori knelt down next to his partner, rubbing his back in a circular motion while he proceeded to hack up a few mouthfuls of blood. Due to practically dying, the bomber didn't even bother to make his partner stop touching him. Rather, he welcomed the small attempt at comforting him. "Dei, try not to move," he murmured, continuing to rub the younger man's back.

The blond nodded, which only resulted in another mouthful of blood coming up. All over Sasori's cloak. Immediately, Deidara tensed up. Sasori was going to kill him. This was it, he was dead. But rather than end his life like he was expecting, the bomber felt himself being picked up. "I'm sorry, I--"

"Shh," Sasori whispered, pulling the younger Akatsuki member close to him before bolting from the battlefield. He didn't have much time. There could very well be more enemies around, and the redhead couldn't fight. Not with Deidara's life in danger.

Ducking into a nearby cave, he set the blond down, watching helplessly as he began coughing again. The explosion must have ruptured one of his organs. And if he didn't get it fixed soon, the kid was going to die from blood loss. Thankfully, he had brought some medical equipment with him.

Sasori reached into his pocket, and froze. When he pulled his hand out, a pile of ashes rested on his fingers. His eyes widened, and he could only stare at what remained of his medical supplies as Deidara's coughing worsened. Blood began to pool next to his body, and it didn't take much thought to realize the blond probably couldn't handle this much blood loss.

Grabbing hold of the bomber's now clammy hands, he tilted his face up so that he could at least try to comfort him. His skin had gone pale, body trembling violently. "H-help me, un," he managed to force out between coughs.

The words took Sasori by surprise. He was planning on doing so anyway, but Deidara had essentially told him before that he would never need help from the puppeteer. He was far too independent to get aid from another person. Nodding quickly, he put Deidara's hands down and slipped off his own cloak. If anything, he'd be able to patch up some of the exterior wounds the blond's body. He easily tore the cloak to shreds and began wrapping up the gashes that decorated the other Akatsuki member's body as quickly as he could.

Deidara made no move to struggle. Rather, he stayed where he was, body going completely limp. Oh, shit. As soon as he was done patching him up, Sasori pressed two fingers against his partner's neck. Please, please still have a pulse. It was dull, but it was still there. Either way, the bomber was still coughing his guts up, which Sasori couldn't help but think was obstructing his breathing.

The redhead tightly grasped Deidara's hand, giving him something to hold onto in case he was in pain. Chiyo had told him that it helped when someone in pain had something to grab onto.

And all of a sudden, the coughing stopped. Sasori's free hand shot back up to the younger man's neck, checking for a pulse. But rather than the dull thudding of Deidara's heart, there was absolutely nothing.
So, guess who did nothing today but write? I guess I kinda like this chapter, but I think the next one'll probably come out a tad bit better >.>

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES!

Deidara can't be dying.... can he?