Sasodei rp part 3

After finishing his "breakfast" Deidara headed into the living room. Hoping no one else was in there. Mainly because he didn't want to fight for the remote like many times before.
Oh? Sasori had already beaten him there. But luckily he wasn't watching the television. He rested his chin on the sofa behind Sasori's head. He knew the puppet had probably already sensed his presence, but he'd try to make him jump.
He held the puppet at the back of the neck. He thought he'd show his partner his own knowledge of the human body. 'If you were human and I were to send enough chakra to my hand, you'd be dead straight away, un,' he giggled. 'But you aren't anymore. So you're safe.'

The puppet had, indeed, sensed the blond's presence once he had stepped into the room, but didn't acknowledge it. Until, of course, he noticed the hand at the back of his neck. It didn't make the red-head jump, exactly, though he noticeably twitched.

"Hence why I'm not particularly worried," he muttered distractedly, not looking up from the book and simply turning the page to a diagram of the human body showing different pressure points and what they do when jabbed or influenced by an influx of chakra. He snorted, smirking slightly. "You're not as stupid as I thought you were." A second later, he added, "If you're still coming, we should leave for the village at noon."

The blond, moved around the sofa to sit next to his partner and folded his arms. 'I'm not stupid...I'm...uhm,' Deidara replied. He hadn't really thought through his little comeback very well had he? He carried on looking up at the ceiling, searching for the right word to use. A dictionary would be a good idea.
He looked over at the puppet and grinned. 'Okay, un!' he giggled, hugging him and quickly jumping off the sofa in case the red head decided to punch him. Before leaving the room, he turned to look at his partner again. 'I got my hug, un!' he called, before disappearing and running upstairs.

Due to the pitiful comeback, Sasori decided... He was so going to have to force the blond to read more. Maybe when they were in the village he could pick up a few books and threaten Deidara with nonfatal but still painful poison unless he read them. Mm... There was a plan... And then his thoughts were interrupted.

If the puppet was still organic, his muscles would have tensed and he probably would have blushed at the quick hug administered by his partner. But, since he wasn't, he simply flinched and growled, but the blond was gone before he could get up, do or say anything snappy. What did he have for breakfast - pure friggin' sugar? And the red head didn't get to inquire about that arm, either. He put the anatomy book back down where he had originally found it - oddly enough, it didn't interest him much anymore.

Back up in the room, Deidara was easing on his cloak. He glanced out the window. Rain. Brilliant. He sighed, going over to his "box of tricks" as it were and took out some clay. He set himself on the floor in front of his bed and began moulding away. And with only one hand, it felt pretty strange.
The floor in front of his bed seemed to be his only work space. He was tempted to use Sasori's, but it would only get all sticky from the clay. So, in a sense, the floor was a much better option.
He smiled to himself, remembering that he had managed to hug Sasori without being told off. And he felt so proud of himself for doing so.

Letting out a disgruntled sigh, the puppet glared at the blank television screen before closing his eyes for a moment. Perhaps he should go get ready to go early - it might be something to do. And then he could finally inquire as to what happened to the blond's arm. Assuming said blond had gone upstairs and to their room, anyway...

Mhm. Sasori stood, joints popping as he headed for the stairs, passing a grumbling and apparently freshly stitched-up Hidan. No need to guess what happened to him last night...

The red-head chuckled once the white-haired immortal was out of earshot, starting up the stairs and then finally heading towards their room. Perhaps he should also warn Deidara to stay away from the basement for a while, too, lest he stumble upon the morbid little display.

By now, Tobi was busy bugging the sculptor. With phrases such as, “Can I have a go, please?” and 'Is that all you do all day?” and “It looks boring.”
Deidara was, by now almost at the end of his fuse with the masked idiot. And his fuse burnt the fastest when he was around Tobi. But a little smirk appeared on his face. Maybe he could make it work to his advantage.
Reluctantly, he handed Tobi some clay and made him go sit at the other end of the room. After a couple of seconds, Deidara lifted his bad arm up to his face. 'Art is a bang,' he sniggered.
And that's how the masked idiot ran out of the bedroom, screaming 'MY HAND BLEW UP!'
I mean, if the guy had survived being crushed by a boulder, then losing use of his hand for a couple of days wouldn't be anything too big.

He was a few meters from the door, musing on thoughts of what else to do, other than buy a replacement sheet and several books, once they got to the village. Of course, he had no clue - at the moment - that it was raining.

And then the puppeteer froze in mid-step, surprised by the masked fool's sudden retreat from his and the blond's room. He was especially surprised by his words - his hand blew up? What the--- oh. He turned his head to watch the idiot until he was out of sight before he closed the gap between himself and the door, entering the room.

Sasori smiled eerily at Deidara before he made his way over to the closet, where he kept Hiruko. "You shouldn't do that, Deidara. Next time you might make him even more stupid." ...If such a thing were even possible.

The blond folded his arms and pouted. 'He got what was coming to him, un,' he replied, shortly. He looked up at the puppet and grinned. 'He was the one who chose the film, ruining my sleep last night. So, for ruining my sleep, I ruined his hand.'
He put the clay down and watched his partner at the closet. 'You don't need to wear that thing. It's not as if someone's gunna burn you in the village today,' he muttered, absently.

Tobi had scurried back to his own room after much panicking and running around. 'ZETSU-SAAAAAAAN! DEIDEI BLEW MY HAND UP!' he wailed, upon entering his bedroom. His hand had taken up a blackish colour, some of the skin flaking off, but it hadn't actually fallen off. Yet.

True. True. Though he only shrugged in response. The red head, via chakra strings, walked his favourite puppet out of the closet before looking over his shoulder at the blond. "Next time, aim for his head. Or at least his mouth." Tobi probably woke anyone that was still sleeping up when he fled the room screaming. And even if he didn't, he was obnoxiously loud, either way.

"Hn?" Sasori rose a brow at Deidara's last comment, then glanced out the window. Ah. "Hiruko keeps the rain out." Even though rain was a literal bitch on some of the joints. Especially the tail. He frowned. "Maybe we should wait until tomorrow to go."

The cannibalistic plant lovably known as Zetsu inevitably heard the masked fool's wailing. Considering he was standing by the window of their room, staring out at the rain. He had been relaxing...

Tch. He turned to look at Tobi, his eyes widening a fraction when he noticed what he was saying was true. "Calm down, Tobi. Why did he do that?" his light half inquired. His dark half seemed about to make some sort of a 'you deserved it, I bet' type of comment, but a second's worth of internal scolding from his other personality stopped it from doing so.

Deidara began to concentrate on his work. 'Or, at least when it stops,' he added. Any excuse not to wear his hat, which he felt a little stupid wearing during missions. Thank goodness it was only an optional part of the Akatsuki uniform. But sadly, it didn't seem like the rain was going to stop any time soon.
He sniggered to himself. Maybe he could put some clay in Tobi's lunch as a second attack.

Tobi cradled his burnt hand, tears running down his cheeks. 'I wanted to have a go with his clay, so he gave me some and blew my hand up,' he wailed. Obviously, it hadn't occurred to the mask that Deidara still was upset about the movie. Plus, Deidara would always be the one Tobi would go talk to (Annoy) if he had any free time. 'It was mean of him,' he finished.
The younger Uchiha was leaning on the doorframe, his arms folded. 'Zetsu. Please can you control that kid,' he muttered shortly. 'Gag him or something. Anything to keep his annoying voice from entering my ears.'
'ITACHI-NII-SAAAAN! LOOK WHAT DEIDEI DID TO ME!' Tobi cried, running over to Itachi showing him his hand.
The younger's expression failed to show any sympathy for his relative's hand. 'As long as it keeps you quiet, I really don't give a shit,' he sighed.

A nod. The puppet looked back down at Hiruko, thinking for a moment. Neh, now that he had it out, he might as well make sure everything was in working order... And... Oh, right. "Deidara, what happened to your arm?" He asked tonelessly, while walking the non-living puppet over to his little corner-bound workstation. Hm, too bad the Akatsuki never invested in umbrellas... Sasori smirked. He could try to make a few.

Zetsu listened to Tobi's explanation unblinkingly, frowning. "Yeah. It was," his light half agreed. He'd have to talk to the blond later. And then he'd have to keep an eye on the masked man, to make sure he kept out of trouble. Speaking of trouble...

The plant sighed agitatedly and shifted his gaze to the door, and effectively, the younger Uchiha. He found it odd, sometimes - the older one acted like a kid, while the younger one acted more mature. 'More mature' being an understatement. Then again, given past circumstances... He winced when the masked Uchiha's voice rose again, and said nothing for a moment before his frown deepened. "We don't have anything to gag him with," his dark half commented, before his lighter half spoke up again. "Tobi, stop being so loud. Come over here. We'll bandage your hand up."

The blond paused in his work. Was Sasori…worried about him? He looked up at his partner and then at his bandaged up arm. ‘I sparred with Itachi yesterday,’ he muttered, pouting a little. ‘And then he dislocated my wrist, so I can’t use it.’ He tried flexing it, which was quite a silly thing to do as it sent a throbbing pain up his arm. He winced slightly, scrunching up his eyes. ‘He didn’t even say sorry,’ he mumbled sadly. But expecting an apology from the cold Uchiha was just as stupid as suggesting to spar with him.

The same Uchiha grumbled and left the room to go find some sort of device or piece of material he could use to gag Tobi with.
Tobi himself obeyed Zetsu, going back over to him to get his arm tended to. He just hoped the plant’s dark side wouldn’t attempt to rip it off and eat it. It was charred enough to make a decent meal, though.

Sasori rose a brow, settling down in his little corner of the room and carefully picking up Hiruko's tail so that he could test and check each of the joints. "How foolish." Why in the world would someone try to spar with Itachi? Or at least someone like Deidara. Kakuzu would probably be a good match for the young Uchiha... "Of course he didn't. Hn..." The puppet shook his head several times, carefully adjusting one point in the tail that looked a little off. "Did you bother to reset your wrist before you bandaged it?" Kami, he felt like the blond's friggin' mother right then.

Zetsu watched Tobi walk back over, then turned and headed towards the bathroom. That's where most of the medical stuff was. Plus he needed to stall for a moment, for indeed... His dark half was tempted to make a feast out of the older Uchiha then and there. Or at least the 'cooked' part of him. Thankfully - or, unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it - the cannibal had good control over his dark side.

Oh, so he had no sympathy? But why would Deidara even expect any sympathy from his partner? He looked down at his model again and carried on moulding it. Though he didn't reply the puppet, seeing as it would probably result in yet another argument. Yeah, it was pretty stupid to spar with Itachi, though he was just curious about how strong he really was. He got his answer.
He looked up at the puppet, as if he'd just turned himself inside out and was singing the titanic song at the top of his voice. 'Re...set?' he repeated the red head's words. In other words, his answer was no.

The red head continued the process of inspecting Hiruko's tail, fixing or adjusting a joint here-and-there. And he hadn't even worn it in the past day or two... He 'hmph'ed. Whatever, he'd just blame it on Tobi.

He didn't seem miffed at the lack of a reply from his blond partner, as for a moment, he was too into what he was doing. Or he had been too into what he was doing. He looked up and glanced over his shoulder at the blond's repeat of the word 'reset'. Sasori raised a brow. Well... That was an interesting expression Deidara had on his face. "Yes, idiot. Reset. Usually when something has been dislocated, it's best to push it back to its proper spot so that it can heal properly..." He sighed. At least, that was the case for dislocated shoulders.

The blond listening intently to the puppet and stared down at his arm. He tried twisting it, shaking it and flexing it, but nothing seemed to make it "reset." Was he meant to know if it had reset? He knew it hurt like hell if he tried to move it. He hadn't got anything dislocated before, so he wasn't really sure what to do. Sure, he'd managed to break a few bones before, but that didn't really help. 'Danna?' he called quietly. 'I dunno how to do it, un.'
He started thinking up people who might be able to help him fix it if Sasori refused to help. Itachi maybe...as a way of saying sorry. Though knowing him, he'd probably yank the whole arm off.

Turning back to Hiruko, the puppet laid the tail down carefully, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Funny how something made for combat could be so delicate... He rolled his eyes at his partner's words. Well, this was going to be fun.

Silent for a moment, Sasori rummaged around his work place, grabbing a hard wooden cylinder before standing. He turned towards the blond and stepped over until he was just to the left of him before sitting back down again. "Ha... You wouldn't want to do it yourself, anyway. Trust me." Expressionless, he held the cylinder out for Deidara to take. "Put this in your mouth. Then give me your injured arm."

Oh, good. Sasori was going to help him fix his arm. He took the cylinder, regarding it with great interest, wondering what it was going to be used for. To whack his arm back into place? Though he went pale when he was told to put it in his mouth. Crap. This was going to hurt wasn't it? The blond bit his lip, whimpering a little. He didn't want it to be fixed anymore. But if it were left unfixed, he probably would loose use of the arm completely. Really, he should endure the pain and let Sasori fix it. But, urgh...pain...
Deidara obeyed his Danna and put the cylinder in his mouth and holding his injured arm out. He scrunched up his eyes, not wanting to see it happen.

Maybe it would be a good idea to go find some painkillers. If only to numb what would be coming up...The puppet pondered the notion for a second or two before coming to a definite 'no'. This could wind up being a life lesson; don't get anything dislocated, it hurts like hell, and Sasori is not a good medic.

He watched Deidara comply before gently pulling his arm closer, unbandaging it and smiling in a rather creepy way. Now. The fun part. The part his partner didn't seem to thrilled about. "I'm going to count to three. Then I'm going to push it back into place." Psh...

Not even a second passed before he followed that statement with one simple word; "Three." And then, one hand swiftly and tightly grabbed the blond's hand, the other doing the same to the area just above the wrist. A millisecond of feeling for the proper position later, he pushed the two together and hoped it would work.

Hey. As he sort of said, it was how dislocated shoulders were set back into place. He hadn't paid attention as to how to treat dislocated wrists, as it just didn't happen before in his years of being a puppet. Or even a child, for that matter.

Another whimper escaped the blond’s mouth as the bandage was removed from his arm. He had noticed that the puppet made no move to get any painkillers, but he couldn’t say anything because of the cylinder in his mouth. Wait, did Sasori even know what he was doing? He was about to take the cylinder out of his mouth and ask said question before the puppet announced he was going to push it back into place after the count of three.
Though, the shock hit when the pain seemed to come all too soon. He let out a muffled wail as he dug his teeth into the wood. Hopefully Sasori wasn’t planning on using the cylinder, which was now covered with deep teeth marks. The pain was beginning to make his eyes water. If anything, it hurt more than it did to begin with.
After the pain started to decrease, Deidara took the wood out of his mouth. Great. Now his teeth hurt. He would’ve been better off chewing on a towel or something softer. The blond looked at his partner, his bottom lip quivering. ‘Thank you, Danna,’ he sobbed.

Sasori remained - aside from the creepy smile - expressionless all throughout the little ordeal, despite the obvious pain it caused Deidara. Since, no matter what, it had been going to be painful.

Although, he had to admit - deep, deep, very damn deep down inside, where what was left of his humanity lay, he felt a little bad about it. Hell, for all he knew, he just made it worse. "Hn." He watched the blond take the cylinder out of his mouth, then nodded just slightly at his words. "... When we go to the village, you should check in with a medic." The puppet frowned, restraining himself from trying to comfort his partner.

After all, he was supposed to be emotionless. A puppet, made from wood and metal, only having a heart for the purpose of using chakra.

Damnit, why did the blond have to look so pitiful?

The puppet turned his head to one side, finding inspecting the wall to be a tad bit more interesting - or at least less awkward - than watching Deidara right then.

Taking his arm slowly back to him, Deidara held it gently, as if it were a newborn baby. Even doing that sent surges of pain up his arm, making him wince slightly. He listened to his partner’s words and nodded. ‘Un…’ he mumbled quietly. It sounded like a pretty good idea. All he’d have to do until then was try not to whack it on anything, say a door, and prevent himself from using it. Which would probably prove to be quite difficult. Though, fortunately, it wasn’t the hand he wrote with.
The blond followed the puppets eyes to the wall. He blinked at it, obviously confused, and then looked back at his partner.
He shuffled over to Sasori and put his good arm around him, hugging him tightly. ‘That’s probably the only nice thing you’ve done for me in weeks, un,’ he giggled, before letting the puppet go, knowing that if he held on for too long, it might annoy him. Then he repeated, “Thank you,” smiling a little.

The hell was he doing? The puppet had watched Deidara shuffle over, frowning slightly. Then his face went blank as soon as the blond hugged him. He didn't try to move away, brow furrowing slightly at what his partner said.

... Okay, so maybe it was true. It had been the only nice thing he'd done for the sculptor in weeks. But then, Sasori wasn't the kind of person to go out of his way to do things for people, anyway. And that hadn't exactly been a nice thing... Now it was the puppet's turn to be a little confused.

"Hn," was the only reply the puppet offered before getting up and going back to his workstation. A fairly short moment later, it was followed by a, "There's a jar of natural painkillers in the closet, if you find you need them. It should be the one with the green top. They tend to work faster than the pills." 'Course, he could have told the blond this information before. Oops.

The blond blinked. Painkillers? After the “fixing” had already taken place. What a brilliant idea. He huffed, getting to his feet and making his way over to the closet, to retrieve the painkillers. Of course he needed them. He was in agony. He didn’t complain, though. His Danna had suggested it, even if it was a little late. He just wondered, why not beforehand?
Deidara opened the closet and looked for the green topped bottle, containing the painkillers. Unfortunately though, there were three green topped bottles in there. Brilliant. ‘Which one is it, Danna?’ he asked, taking the three out and placing them on Sasori’s work station for him to look at. Because Deidara couldn’t read the labels, oh no. That’s far too hard.

The red head was quickly set to looking over the rest of Hiruko's tail joints, quickly getting engrossed into what he was doing. He was, of course, rather irritated when the blond brought the three green-topped bottles over and asked which were the painkillers... Seriously, Deidara couldn't be illiterate, could he?

Sasori grunted and, not looking up, tapped the lid of the left-most jar, not even bothering to see if he was right. Which was probably a stupid move on his part; most of the jars in the closet contained poisons of some sort, ranging from deadly and painful to mild and unpleasant.

But, he trusted that the blond would at least be able to tell something deadly apart from something that... Well, wasn't. If not... Well. He did have antidotes. Somewhere.

Examining the bottle Sasori had tapped, Deidara blinked and tilted his head to the side. The bottle was clearly labelled “irritant.” Irritant painkillers? Surely not. Wisely, the blond put it down and picked up the next one. Toxic this time. So, by process of elimination, the blond had worked out which of the tree bottles were the painkillers. What a clever boy.
He went back over to the closet to replace the two poisons and picking up the painkillers, checking it, just to be safe. 'Were you trying to poison me, Danna?' he asked quietly, trying to unscrew the bottle. Ah, one of the idiot proof caps where you had to press down and twist at the same time to open them.
Deidara sat on the floor, trying to open it, grumbling to himself. If the top weren’t idiot proof, Deidara would’ve probably spilled the contents of the bottle on the floor judging by the amount of force he was using.

Pausing in his work, Sasori watched Deidara look at the labels on each of the bottles. Hm, so he had pointed out the wrong one and the blond could read. Well, one out of two of those were good, he figured.

He continued to observe as his partner put the other two bottles back into the closet, then frowned at the question. What a stupid thing to ask - if he had been trying to poison him, well... He would have succeeded. "Idiot. Not purposely, no," he answered, looking back to his Hiruko. Almost done with the tail... "I was just seeing if you could read." Next joint... Check. Joint... Tweak. Check. Joint... Eh?

The red head peered over at the sculptor out of the corner of his eyes, raising a brow while watching him try to open the bottle in slight amusement. "Want me to open that before you succeed to get them everywhere?"

Deidara concentration on opening the bottle was corrupted when he heard the puppet’s reply. ‘I can read,’ he muttered, his eyes not moving from the medicine. ‘I’m not mentally disabled or anything, un.’
He didn’t want to admit defeat and give the bottle to Sasori just yet. He really wanted to open the bottle, as if it would prove something. Mainly that he wasn’t an idiot. Even though the directions of opening were clearly printed on the lid of the bottle. Proving once again he couldn’t read. That, or he was incapable of taking note of incredibly easy instructions.
Though he eventually admitted defeat and held the bottle out to his partner. ‘Please,’ he mumbled, pouting again.

The puppeteer rolled his eyes, checking one more joint and thus finishing checking Hiruko's tail. "I sometimes wonder about that," he mumbled off-handedly, looking up to watch Deidara's struggles with the bottle.

He sighed almost pityingly at the scene. It seemed that the blond was blind, as well. Unless he was mistaken, didn't those bottles come with instructions? Tch. He smiled just slightly when Deidara finally held the bottle out to him, and pretty much snatched it from his hand. In one simple motion - a little push and a twist - Sasori had it open. Then he held out for the blond to take back. "There."

The blond took note of how the puppet had opened the bottle. He’d have to practice that, wouldn’t he? He took the bottle back from his partner, thanking him once again. He thought about putting the lid back on and attempting to open it by himself. But instead, he wisely took two tablets out and resealed the bottle, returning it to the closet where he had retrieved it.
He then exited to room, heading for the bathroom to take them. Due to past experiences, he knew that dry swallowing tablets was not very clever and rather painful.
Upon returning to his and Sasori’s bedroom, he collapsed onto his bed, his face buried in the pillow. ‘Bored now, un,’ came his muffled voice. It was still early morning. Maybe he should have a nap.

As soon as the bottle was taken, Sasori once more went back to working on Hiruko. There wasn't much to do with the non-living puppet, really. The tail was probably the only troublesome place, as he had already checked it over last time they came back from a mission, and he hadn't used it since...

Which meant he was done, unless he wanted to add something to it, and he didn't feel exactly up to doing that at the moment. The red-head frowned. A full day of... Nothing, unless the damnable rain stopped.

He looked up and over at Deidara when he re-entered the room - he hadn't even been aware that the blond had left - before leading his puppet back to it's place in the closet. "We could always go to the village despite the rain," he pointed out, shrugging.

Well, it was more interesting than being suffocated than a pillow all day, wasn’t it? But sleeping seemed like a better option than going out in the rain. He flipped himself over and sat up looking over at his partner. ‘But my hair’ll get wet, un,’ he mumbled, going to fold his arms, when a sharp pain told him otherwise. ‘And I dun wanna wear my hat.’ Though, the hat was mainly to hide the identity of an Akatsuki member, not keep out the rain.
He carried on watching his puppet companion with a slightly questioning expression on his face. ‘Danna? Is it fun being a puppet?’ he asked. ‘I mean, you don’t need to sleep, you don’t need to eat and you don’t need to wash.’ He counted all the points on his fingers whilst looking up at the ceiling, trying to think up more reasons why being a puppet could be better than being flesh and bone.

Once Hiruko had been put away, he went over and perched on the edge of his own bed, fiery red half-lidded eyes on the blond. He didn't want to get his hair wet? Or wear the hat? It was only water - the puppet had more to be miffed about, but he wasn't complaining, was he? "You get your hair wet every time you shower, what's so different about going out in the rain?" He muttered, raising a brow. And then he rose the other, as Deidara's question.

Is it... Fun being a puppet? Sasori frowned - then gave him a skeptical look at the last reason he rhymed off. "I still need to wash occasionally." Mud, paint spills - he wasn't going to go around looking like a fucking rainbow mudcake for the rest of his very long life. "As for 'is it fun being a puppet' - it has advantages like the ones you've listed, Deidara, and then it has it's disadvantages." Like everything else. He shrugged.