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Sasori sighed, whistling from down the hall.
“I’m over here, brat.” he called idly.
The added “nickname” didn’t even mean much in his head anymore. It was just something he called Deidara, something that had managed to stick. The blond never protested against it, anyway.
As Sasori approached, he could see something…burning in the bomber’s eyes. Something unusual. Festering. He cocked his head to the side.
His eyes snapped up, so for once Sasori wasn’t in his room like he figured he would? What a miracle. “The lonely puppet’s actually outside of his cave? No fight either? I’m truly amazed.” The sarcasm in the blond’s tone is thick, and way more than what he’d normally do.
Though he found it to be amusing. Perhaps through this he could drag some emotions from the puppet. Yeah, let’s call it that. He’s not venting, he’s not somehow hate fueled, he just wants a reaction. That’s what he always wants anyway. Just a stupid reaction from a man who shows little to none.
OH MY GOD
‘Bond with your partner’. He was going to kill Pein one day and he wasn’t even going to turn their leader into a puppet. Just plain old murder him and throw his body over a cliff or something.
Psh. Bond indeed. In the time the brat had been his partner Sasori had managed to get closer to him than he had anyone else in…in a very long time. He didn’t need to ‘bond’ with Deidara, he needed to find a damned way to vocalize that he didn’t totally despise the stupid blond.
Yeah good luck with that one.
Deidara was just about a thousand percent beyond okay with bonding with the redhead he called Danna. At least, he would be if it weren’t for the feeling of hate that bubbled inside of him at the moment. Normally it would be more of a sickly warm and fuzzy feeling around Sasori.
Nope, not right now. It was actually like that with everyone right now. Hate. Hate. Double hate Uchiha. Hate. And so on. It was odd, and hell, it normally wouldn’t even be a problem if it weren’t for the fact that he was literally ordered to spend time with Sasori. Grudgingly, the blond knocked his knuckles against the hardwood of his partner’s room to ask for entrance (doing so without knocking was a lesson he had learned the hard way).
“Oi, Mr. Unsocial, get out here.”