A oneshot of Sasori and Deidara and their love for all that is art. Unfortunately, they share different opinions about it. This story is most likely incorrect, but I liked the idea.+Mari+

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It was a cold and pale evening in the forests close to the western border of the Land of Fire. Two figures stood in an open field where the grounds were scattered with freshly uprooted trees.

Both figures were clad in the same high-collared black robes adorned with red clouds. One had short, maroon-colored hair and dark red eyes. The other had blonde, medium-length hair and a ponytail on top of his head. His right eye was green, and his left eye was covered by a blonde bang.

“Master Sasori, what are we doing here?” questioned the androgynous blonde to his redheaded comrade.

“Wouldn’t you know, Deidara?” said Sasori, looking earnestly upon Deidara.

“Of course…Master Sasori, un!” Deidara lied, slightly confused.

Sasori stood there with his back to his partner.

“Make sure there are no intruders or eavesdroppers.

Deidara nodded. He swept his long bang from his face, revealing his normally hidden left eye. He had no eyeball in that socket. Instead there was a small scope. Deidara then performed several swift hand signs and held out his hands. The palms of his hands had mouths on it that spit out several moderate amounts of smooth clay. The clay slowly started to form into a large bird of no specific type.

Deidara jumped unto the back of the gigantic bird and it rose into the sky. He searched the area with his scope, zooming in and out on every moving object that he encountered.

When he had finished, he reported back to Sasori, who was now sitting on a rock near the center of the field, staring at the darkening sky.

“There’s nobody around save some ninja monkeys, un. Considering the pile of fir trees around this site, I'd say that Kisame-sama was probably here a few weeks ago hacking away with that giant sword, un. Or someone who has the power to control earth..."

Deidara took a glance at Sasori. He didn't seem to be paying attention to him.

"Master Sasori?"

"...the stars, Deidara. The stars are forever. Just like good art..."

Deidara scrutinized the sky. Millions of tiny stars consumed the firmament and in the center hung a bright, corpulent moon. What was Sasori rambling about?

"Art is one of the greatest representations of life," continued Sasori, "and outstanding works...will never die."

Deidara shook his head in disagreement.

"You're wrong, Sasori-sensei, un."

Sasori looked greatly annoyed at this remark by Deidara.

The blond myrmidon sat next to Sasori with his hands behind his head and visible eye closed.

"Art is fleeting, just like everything else in this or any other world, un. For example, these stars will soon be interrupted by the Akatsuki in a few hours. Yes, art may be a beautiful thing, but it never lasts in people's mind, un."

There was a silence after this statement. The owls were hooting and the crickets were chirping together in a playful harmony.

"It does in one's heart," Sasori finally spoke, breaking the silence. "My puppets are beautifully crafted from the corpses of powerful shinobi and they are guaranteed to last as long as the strength of the former ninja's heart. My favorite, the hitokogutsu named Hiruko, is the most powerful and has lasted me a long time. None of my other 297 hitokogutsu are like it.

"However," continued Sasori, his voice rising, "You blow up your clay sculptures like bombs at a moment's notice! How do you expect someone to notice the beauty of your clay?"

Deidara opened his visible eye. He couldn't believe it... "Is this the only reason you brought me here, Sasori no Danna, un?"

Sasori stood up and looked to the forest.

"Yes... and no. Remember that we are on a mission, Deidara. When we reach the desert sands, I'll know we are close to our destination. I should put on a disguise before we reach there."

Deidara followed suit and smirked. "Un, we have to go to your hometown, the Village Hidden in the Sand, Sunagakure. And capture that jinchuriki who has the two-tailed raccoon dog, Ichibi no Shukaku."

Sasori looked away. "I never thought I would have to go back there again. After 20 years..."

Another long pause commenced.

"Well, after we grab this kozo, we can just leave, alright?" Deidara commented, trying to console his comrade.

"Alright... Deidara."

Fiction: 09/06/08 | Posted By: smexykazekage | 4 comments | Naruto