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Sasodei rp part 17

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Although the darkened expression made the blond feel, maybe a little nervous he remained his grasp and awaited an answer. Maybe he'd finally get a decent one this time round.
Or…maybe not.
He glared at his partner angrily. "Because"? What the fuck was that? That wasn't an answer! That was just…a word. An annoying word. Especially at a time like-
Oh? So Sasori hadn't finished. Easy mistake. And then the glare became more angry. Because he "didn't want to"? Bullshit. Deidara was going to find out whether dear ol' Danna wanted to tell him or not. That's how much will power the blond had got throughout the whole situation.
'That's not-' Of course he saw the puppet's hand move, but it never occurred to him that he would grab his arm. His eyes shut tightly as excruciating pain spread throughout his arm. Though he still held onto his wooden arm, even if the grip was a lot weaker. It almost felt like how Itachi had dislocated it just yesterday. 'I…I won't.' Oh, how he wanted to take those words back. Yes, the sculptor was scared.

'Won't'? So, even though the highly annoyed puppet was in the position to make the blond's injury one hell of a lot worse, he wasn't going to let the fuck go? The red-head smiled cruelly, near-murderous glare never leaving his eyes. "You won't?" He sounded amused. Albeit it was a sadistic-sounding amusement, it was amusement nonetheless.

Although the little voice had made a comeback, screaming at him to let go of Deidara's poor, abused arm - as with most times, Sasori outright ignored it. He felt the need to teach the sculptor how utterly unwise it was to persist in matters the puppet would rather leave alone. As well as how equally unwise it was to not do something when the puppet oh-so 'politely' ordered him to. In this case, letting go.

"You mean to say you will, Deidara." With that, he tightened his grip on the blond's injury, digging his hard, wooden fingers into the area of dislocation, almost as if his intentions were to break it or just make it that much more unusable. Which... Actually was pretty much was he was aiming to do. Of course, that annoying little voice was saying that he was probably going to regret his actions later, but... He couldn't find it in himself to care much at that moment.

Now the sculptor was far more worried about his arm than anything else, but the grip on Sasori's arm remained tight. He stared at the puppet for a couple of seconds before shaking his head. There was no way he was going to let go of the slightly murderous looking puppet. Even though, his arm was beginning to loose all feeling but pain. And there was a great deal of that.
Deidara blinked as Sasori spoke. 'I-' he was cut off again. Damn, it felt like his whole arm was about to drop off. Almost instantly the hand he was using to keep ahold of his partner moved to grab onto his other wooden arm, desperately trying to get it away from his fragility. 'Lemme go,' he cried, now also trying to pull his whole self as far away from the sadistic puppeteer as possible. Even though the pulling was adding to the ever building up affliction, it didn’t matter to the blond. All he wanted now was to get away.
Warm, salty tears began streaking out of his eyes and down his cheeks. 'You're hurting me, Danna,' he wailed, still tugging at the artificial arm.

'Lemme go'? Isn't that what he had had sort-of asked Deidara to do just a few minutes before? To let the fuck go? Well, now he was paying the price for not listening! Near-murderous red eyes now flashed in sadistic glee at the pain he was causing the poor blond. If anything, the cry had made him tighten his grip just that much more.

It was almost thrilling to be able to cause his partner this much pain...

Of course, the sculptor's tries at pulling away and tugging at the wooden arm that grasped the injury didn't affect the cruel puppeteer. Given that he couldn't feel and all, he thought it was pointless.

The nasty smile grew at the wailed words. Of course he was hurting him! That was the whole friggin' point! It was supposed to be highly painful. Why else would he be doing it? The puppet snickered darkly, about to rhyme off a few conditions in which he would let go if met, but-

Pop!

... Before he could do so, his arm popped out of it's joint. And unlike dislocations for humans, dislocations for puppets were - while painless - pretty much... Complete in the fact that the limb actually popped off. The puppet in question merely stared in stunned silence.

Well, damn.

Okay…so maybe asking to let go wasn't such a good idea. Especially seeing as the pressure increased. Did that mean Deidara was meant to say something along the lines of "Wow! I love pain! Please hold on my arm tighter!"
Though there was no way those words would be used. So he simply continued to tug away from the puppet's grasp.
His jaw practically dropped as the prosthetic arm popped off. He shuddered at the though that his own arm could well have come off in a very similar way judging by the amount of force that was being used to hold onto it.
Seeing that as a perfect moment to escape. The blond pulled Sasori's fallen arm off his poor throbbing wrist and scrambled backwards until he was against the wall, his eyes wide with fear. Forget his arm. He was terrified for his life. After a couple of seconds of just staring at the red head, a shocked expression over his face, he shakily got up and scurried over to his bed to grab Scorpling the plush bird and his pillow. He daren't glance back at the other before he left the bedroom. There was no way the sculptor was going to sleep there that night.
The bathroom seemed to be the safest place. Plus, there were medical supplies in there. And hopefully by now it was empty.

Equally wide, albeit blank - if not maybe a little, itty-bit concerned? - ruby eyes watched the fearful blond scramble back until he met the wall. They continued to watch Deidara as he shakily stood, scurrying over to his bed to collect a pillow and that plush before fleeing the room.

After which, the full impact of what he had just done registered in his brain. He had pretty much just scared the hell out of his partner and caused him a hell of a lot of pain, and probably just made the blond's already injured arm as bad as it was before, with his luck - and! He actually felt bad about it. That stupid little voice had been correct. Sasori was regretting his actions, much to his dismay.

The red-head stared at the door for a moment, the little voice berating him rather viciously. While he sort-of wanted to go see if the blond was all right - though he was pretty sure he knew the obvious answer - that same little voice was telling him that space was probably the best thing to put between him and the sculptor at the moment. He doubted the blond would want to see him any time soon, anyway.

He looked down at his misplaced arm, plucking it off of the ground and simply holding it. Trying to apologize for what he had just done was most likely going to be very damn difficult... If he got the chance to at all.

Fortunately, the bathroom was empty. And it seemed like the last person who had been in there had only just left. The water in the toilet was still filling up.
Deidara placed his pillow and toy on the floor and examined his arm sadly. The skin had been stained red from the pressure and there were also finger marks imprinted as well. No doubt there would be bruises by tomorrow. Although, perhaps it just felt worse than it actually was. If the limb wasn't damaged in the first place, all Sasori would've done was just stop the blood flow for a little bit. But it still hurt.
The blond started digging through the cabinet. Ah! New bandages. He took them out and began to wrap up his injury. Hn…didn't look like there'd be enough to make a sling…Meaning he'd probably have to go back to the doctor's the next day. And he was also unable to do hand signs. Damn…he’d have to walk then. Fun fun fun.
Once the sculptor had finished dressing his arm he walked over to space where he had put his belongings. He also took a towel that had been drying on the radiator and snuggled under it. Though he made no move to lock the door. If someone wanted to use the facilities he’d just go out the room and go back in once they'd finished.
Deidara sat there and just stared at his fragility. Maybe it would be a better plan to ask the puppeteer that question another time. One when he wasn't likely to rip his arm off.

It was considerably more easy to re-attach his arm than it had been to do his wings. Then again, he could see his arm. Sasori simply popped it back into place, flexng the hand to make sure he'd done the simple thing correctly. Which, of course, he did.

He sent a short glance down towards his workstation; there was still stuff to organize... But, he didn't quite feel like doing it anymore. He stepped over to his bed, sitting on the edge for a moment before letting himself fall backwards. This was one of those times in which he wished his body required rest. Unfortunately, he didn't need to sleep, and he sort-of... Couldn't. Which could make for long, dull nights when he didn't 'feel' the need to do anything.

Like right then.

If anything, he 'felt' slightly depressed. That stupid little voice wasn't helping. What was it with Deidara that could make him 'feel', anyway? He was supposed to be emotionless. Cold. Immune to any sort of feeling be it physical or otherwise. But apparently, thanks to the brat, that wasn't quite the case. Eugh... He was going to have to figure out why that was and soon.

'Til then... He closed his eyes in a sort-of mock-sleep, mentally trying to kill that damn voice before it drove him crazy.

Deidara awoke the next morning to see Tobi less than an inch away from his face. He let out a squeak and kicked the fool away. 'What the fuck are you doing, dumbass?' he asked sleepily. Damn, his back hurt.
Tobi just sat there grinning and held out some money in his palm for the blond to see. 'The tooth fairy came to see me last night. Look!' he said happily.
But he was ignored. The sculptor was already trudging out of the bathroom, plush and pillow in hand. His good hand. The bad one was so wrapped up that moving it was almost physically impossible.
Being so exhausted and the fact that his spine felt like it was about to burst out of his back and make him look like some sort of mutant ninja, Deidara never really thought about what Sasori might ask him when he went back into the bedroom. Heck, he'd forgotten about the whole incident until before he saw his arm all wrapped up. But for now he needed his bed more than anything else.
The artist opened the bedroom door, not even bothering to close it and flopped onto his bed. Not very wise with his limb in the condition it was in, but nonetheless, he seemed very content and comfortable with his face buried into the remaining pillow.

The puppeteer only stirred out of his fake rest when he heard the door to the room open and not close. Hm. Deidara was back. Sasori kept still for a moment, eyes half-way open and staring at the ceiling, until he heard the creaking of the other bed as the blond flopped into it. Ha. Where-ever he'd camped out must not have been all that comfortable.

He sat up slowly, turning slightly to be able to see the sculptor. The red-head had successfully been able to make that agitating little voice - he'd figured out that not only was it what little was left of his humanity, but it doubled as his conscience - shut up, at least for a while, but that still didn't erase the annoying feelings.

Damnit.

The deceptively young-looking boy of a man sighed, trying to think of something to say. The only things that came to him were stupid, in his opinion, but he wasn't able to come up with anything better, so...

Pointlessly running a hand through his messy hair, the puppet looked off into space - pretty much staring at one of the four walls. "Deidara, about last night - I..." And that was as far as he got before he simply stopped. Pride was keeping him from finishing the sentence. He closed his eyes once again and frowned. Really... It shouldn't be so damn hard.

Deidara was, now almost back asleep. One, Tobi had woken him up too soon. And two, he was just plain exhausted. Although he had managed to think up a good plan of how his day was going to go. He'd sleep until, say 3, then he’d go into the village to get his arm sorted out, walk home and just do nothing for the rest of the day. Much less eventful than the day before, but it worked.
He tilted his head to the side so he could actually breath. One could only stay stuck against a pillow before they start to suffocate themselves. Of course, he was looking away from Sasori. The bomber was still scared and somewhat angry at him. Sure, the blond had been the one to tip him over the edge, but he didn't need to practically break his arm!
His ears pricked up when he heard his partner speak, but he didn't turn over and look at him. The blond wasn't in the mood to talk to him, but listen he would. He wanted the puppet to feel sorry and apologised to him.

The lack of words coming from the sleepy blond didn't concern the puppet. Then again, it was obvious he wasn't finished saying what he was trying to force himself to say. Trying being the keyword, there.

Sasori fidgeted, one hand messing with the blanket on his bed. Ah, that reminded him - he hadn't made his bed since he took the sheets off for the ring-girl puppet... Well, that was straying off topic for you. The hand playing with the blanket clenched into a fist as he kicked his mind back on track. Right, apologizing... For that little episode the night before...

"I'm..." Another pause. The puppet was getting irritated with himself, now. Fuck it, he'd just say it! "I'm sorry, Deidara." Sure, it sounded a little too forced, but at least he got it out. "And if you ask that stupid question again, next time will be worse." Eh, he had to tack something like that on. If only to discourage a question he knew not the answer to.

He re-opened his eyes a fraction, sending a short glance over at his partner before standing and simply leaving the room - closing the door as he left, of course. Might as well go - the blond seemed tired. Plus, he just didn't want to stay in the room. He'd been there all night. Not exactly the most exciting place ever. Yeah, that was the reason, all right.

The feeling in his stomach was back. It always seemed to arrive when he and Sasori were alone together and there was a lot of tension in the atmosphere. That and silence didn't help. Though Deidara made no move to break the silence. He wouldn't speak and would just listen to what the puppet had to say. And his mouth would stay firmly glued shut. As were his eyes.
"I"m..." He waited, his eyes open marginally, fixed on the wall opposite him. Then the sentence was finished. Che, whatever. Sasori wasn't sorry. That look in his eyes. He was enjoying it. And he wouldn't even let go. It must've been pure dumb luck that the wooden arm had fallen off in the first place.
Wait…if he was sorry then did that mean-
Oh…perhaps not. Meaning the blond would have to wait to get his answer to that question. And he would get it. Soon.
When he heard the door close, he sat up, staring at it sadly. Sure, the sculptor hadn't answered the puppeteer in any way or form. In fact, it looked like he had completely ignored the apology. He looked down. "I didn't want him to go yet, un," he mumbled inwardly before falling back onto the duvet his eyes fluttering shut.

Hmph.

The puppeteer recalled the event of just seconds past, trekking through the hall towards the stairs. It either seemed like Deidara was sleep, or not listening - which meant ignoring - him. In which case... Oh, whatever. He wasn't going to repeating anything he had said, so if the blond didn't hear or accept it - too damn bad.

He started down the stairs, stopping near the middle before something about that particular day occured to him... But he just couldn't quite figure out what... Wait. That was right - it was his day to cook, wasn't it? Sasori bit back a disgruntled groan before continuing on his way down the stairs and heading for the kitchen - albeit slowly. That also meant it was the blond's turn to do the dishes - but said blond was, he guessed, asleep. And probably not able to do the dishes in the first place.

Thankfully, once he reached the kitchen, it was as of yet empty. He'd be able to cook in peace. Now it was all a matter of what to cook.

Eh. Maybe something simple. Like plain rice or miso soup...

Deidara abruptly woke up from his nap to find himself lying on his bad arm. He winced as he pulled it out from under his stomach and sat up. Maybe he could talk to the doctor about odd sleeping positions and movement whilst asleep during his visit.
He looked over at the clock on his bedside table. Just gone one. Shit…how long had he been asleep for? 5 hours? Slowly, the blond sat up. Hn…Sasori still hadn't returned.
Then it clicked and the blond was suddenly wide awake. He was washing up that day. Urgh, how the hell was he meant to get that done. Come to think of it…how was he going to get dressed without assistance? The was no way he was going to get the puppeteer to help him again. He was still angry at him.
Heh, the doctor appointment could wait. And with that the sculptor got out of bed only to lift the blanket up and snuggle back under the covers. The only way he was going to get up was if he needed the toilet or was called away on a mission. He was going to have a nice sick day, seeing as he was incapable of doing most things with only one arm.
He reached over the side of the bed to pick up his rucksack and Scorpling, who had fallen off due to Deidara's messy sleeping. He plucked the book he had been reading from the day before and chucked his bag back on the floor. Reading with one hand couldn’t be too hard…could it? He could use his teeth to turn the page.

One o'clock and the slowest eater of the bunch had just finished. Sasori watched as Hidan went and put his dishes in the sink, then moved to leave - only to find one expressionless puppeteer in his path.

After a wordless moment of trying to get around the red-head, every time finding his way blocked until the puppet had had enough and just claimed the space in the door-way, the Jashinist frowned. He was highly irritated. To say the least. "Get outt'a the way, termite-bait!"

"No," was the puppet's simple, uncaring answer. Seconds later, he had risen a hand slightly, attaching a few chakra strings to the violet-eyed immortal infront of him. "Now, since it's Deidara's turn to wash and he's not down here..." He smirked slightly, earning a few muttered insults from his temporary 'partner'. "You're kindly going to help me." And by 'help', be pretty much meant 'unwillingly do them all'.

The Jashinist was not pleased, but he found himself marching to the sink and getting the water ready despite what he willed his limbs to do. "You fucking ASSHOLE! LET. ME. GO!" And while he was shouting this, Hidan found his hands moving to scrub and clean the contents of the sink. Dishes from both breakfast and lunch. Which made for... Quite a few.

The puppet peered over the immortal's shoulder, making sure he cleaned the dishes well and didn't accidentally make a mistake and wind up causing the disgruntled man to drop any. Of course, during the whole ordeal the religious freak really, really wanted to just take the living puppet and use him as firewood or something. Alas, he was stuck doing what he was currently being forced to do.

"Brat". Down. Offering to help him out of the dress. Up. "Brat". Down. Almost breaking his arm. Ddddooowwwwnnnn. "I'm sorry, Deidara." Hm…he'd leave that. Deidara was still unsure if the puppet had actually meant it. It sounded to forced at the time.
Well that was done. He stuck the red pen back onto the wall and stood back to examine the "nice" chart. Heh, Sasori's line looked like a freaking mountain range. Mainly going down. Judging by the reoccurring pattern, everytime the puppeteer tried to do something remotely kind, it would get drowned out by more negative things. And he also needed to get him to finish off recording his behaviour.
The blond huffed, looking around the room boredly. So much for a sick day. There was nothing left to do. Reading had proven to be too much of a hassle and there was only so much that you could do with a plushie before even they got boring.
So, as if it was a cure all, he slinked back over to his bed and lay back down. Hopefully time would just magically pass like when he had been asleep.

Despite the amount of dishes, it didn't take them all that long to get done. As soon as the Jashinist unwillingly put the last dish away, he found himself being lead out of the kitchen and towards the... Oh, fucking hell. Basement.

Of course, he couldn't protest. At least not anymore. Half-way through washing the dishes, his complaining and threats had annoyed Sasori to the point where he searched for and put several layers of duct tape over his mouth.

Right, so - now they were on their way to the basement, and Hidan didn't even want to know why.

Once they stopped infront of the door, the puppeteer moving ahead to open it, did it occur to the fanatic that this wasn't going to be pleasant. "It was nice of you to 'help' me with the dishes. I hope you'll be able to help me again come dinner time. Until then..."

The eerie, all too innocent smile on the puppet's face pretty much confirmed the Jashinist's suspicions. Aw, crap... The immortal found himself backing up, the puppet moving off to one side - and then he found himself running for the open door. And leaping down the stairs. And then being freed of the chakra strings.

The resulting crash, thumps, thuds, curses and colourful exclamations of pain were utterly satisfying.

Sasori closed the basement door, pausing a moment, pondering what to do. Hmph. Might as well go up to the shared room until dinner time... Speaking of, he hadn't seen Deidara during either meal time so far. Not like he cared. Really. Stupid blond brat and all that.

Either way, the red-head wound up making a stop at the kitchen. Might as well pick up an apple or something.

Blue eyes snapped open as he was suddenly brought back to reality. Deidara sat up slowly, his hand holding his throbbing forehead. That dream again. Perhaps napping during the day wasn't a such good idea if it brought along scary puppetising dreams. Though, at least this time there was no Harry Potter madness mixed within.
He looked around the room. Surely there was something interesting to do. Something that didn't need two arms to accomplish. The sculptor locked his eyes on the box containing his clay models. Maybe he should make something. Even though he was still mad at Sasori for the whole arm thing and now somewhat scared of him after that dream had reoccurred he felt the need to make something for him.
And he knew exactly what to make as well.
The blond got up and made his way over to the box. He took out a small piece of clay and let his hand devour it. It was then moulded into a flat rectangle shape. Now for the fun bit. Placing the clay onto the chest of drawers, he started to search through the top drawer, looking for his tools. When he found the leather wallet he unfolded it. The contents looked somewhat like dissecting tools. Gently, he began to carve words into the material.
And it was done. Nothing too fancy. Just a small sign that says "I forgive you, un" with a little smiley face on the end. At least it was an easy solution for not talking to the puppet. Deidara then padded over to his partner's bed and lay the piece of clay on his pillow. And of course, he went back to his own bed to once again adopt the lying down position.

After a lengthy moment of rooting around in the fridge, trying to remember where the fruits were usually kept - they weren't normally used for cooking, and since he didn't need to eat anything, he wasn't all too familiar with the inside of the blasted thing - he finally found them. Behind a small container of something that looked suspiciously like a severed hand and a few chewed-on fingers, a small chocolate cupcake sitting on the lid. Sliding the aforementioned items out of the way, Sasori plucked an apple from the little sack filled with similar red fruits before closing the fridge door, turning and leaving the kitchen for the stairs.

Though he stayed at a casual, leisurely, almost slow pace. It took him a few minutes to reach the stairs, and a bit longer to get up them. He wasn't exactly in a hurry. Actually... He couldn't quite think of any reason to, anyway, as he figured Deidara was probaby still asleep. Plus, nothing in the room was going anywhere - and he had all the time in the world. All things considered.

Oh, well. He eventually did get to the room, opening the door and quietly stepping in before closing it, turning, looking over to the lying down blond before a spark of mischeif erupted in his red eyes. Tossing the apple up one and catching it, he aimed carefully, then tossed it at his partner's head. Albeit not as hard as he could, considering he didn't want the fruit to bruise or shatter or something. Yep, he was worried more about the fruit than the blond's noggin.

Hey, skulls were harder.

"Sleep well -...?" The puppet had to force himself not to say the oh-so loveable 'B-word'. Though he really friggin' wanted to. It was a rather addictive word - and it suited the sculptor so well, in his opinion.
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:iconpuppetine: plays Sasori, Zetsu, Hidan and Kakuzu.
:iconreckless-x-abandon: plays Deidara, Tobi, Itachi and Kisame.
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