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Fic - Something... - 2/4
Title: Something...New
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: T
Pairing: One-sided? Sasori/Deidara
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Swearing, yaoi. The usual.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Four Akatsuki ficlets based on the old marriage rhyme.
AN: Writing SasoDei is way harder for me that KakuHidan. Mostly because of the puppet thing, but also because Sasori just refuses to be a sexual person in my mind. *shrugs*
Sasori had never liked anyone before. His general opinion of the human race was so low that he’d forcibly removed himself from it. He held a vague sort of respect for some people, occasionally, but it never went beyond ‘he would make a decent puppet if I could kill him’. His partnership with Orochimaru had been based on mutual loathing, and a powerful urge never to reveal his true body to the Sannin lest he try something disturbing, and they got along simply by avoiding each other’s company as much as possible.
Then he was paired up with an obnoxious blond brat with a death wish and a speech impediment, and who didn’t know the slightest thing about art.
It had been love at first sight. Not that Sasori had realised, at first. His few experiences with positive emotions were long buried in the depths of his psyche, and he wasn’t all that keen on resurrecting them. It was only when he realised that for all Deidara tormented him; for all that he was a crap artist with no integrity, he didn’t actually want the brat dead. He could tolerate his presence for days on end without being sent into homicidal rage. And when he realised that Deidara actually respected him – the suffix ‘danna’ was a bit of a giveaway – his chakra system sizzled in an attempt to give his puppet body warm and fuzzy feelings.
It was…different. New. Sasori usually dissected new things, but he didn’t want to take a scalpel to Deidara, and to do so to himself was impractically difficult. He’d done it before. So he decided to live with it and ignore it as best he could, which admittedly wasn’t very well. Hidan kept smirking at him as if he knew exactly what was going on. Sasori briefly contemplated poisoning the bastard, before he remembered that it would be a waste of time and poison to even try.
Deidara, unfortunately, remained completely oblivious to everything that wasn’t made of explosive clay, or the apparent lack of romance in his new comrades’ lives. If he kept poking his nose where it wasn’t wanted, then Kakuzu would probably end up killing him before Sasori got the chance to do…something with the emotions that kept flooding through him. What he wanted to do, he wasn’t sure. He’d made a study of human anatomy so that he could take them apart and use them as weapons; he hadn’t paid much attention to their behaviour.
In fact, he was beginning to suspect a huge gap in his knowledge.
“It might help,” Hidan suggested, leaning on Hiruko’s carapace as if it was a table rather than a lethal weapon and knocking lightly on the head, “if you took this thing off, seriously. It’s not like you look like the forty-year-old, basement-dwelling virgin you really are.”
Sasori took his head off with Hiruko’s tail. Then he realised that Hidan might actually have a point. The reason why he’d hidden himself from Orochimaru was because his real body wasn’t exactly unattractive despite the modifications he’d made to it, and Sasori had very powerful instincts of self-preservation. He hadn’t thought to show it to Deidara. He hadn’t thought that Deidara hadn’t realised Hiruko wasn’t his real body despite how oblivious he was.
It was a good idea – not that he’d tell Hidan that. Besides, it would give him the chance to give Hiruko a maintenance check.
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: T
Pairing: One-sided? Sasori/Deidara
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Swearing, yaoi. The usual.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Four Akatsuki ficlets based on the old marriage rhyme.
AN: Writing SasoDei is way harder for me that KakuHidan. Mostly because of the puppet thing, but also because Sasori just refuses to be a sexual person in my mind. *shrugs*
Sasori had never liked anyone before. His general opinion of the human race was so low that he’d forcibly removed himself from it. He held a vague sort of respect for some people, occasionally, but it never went beyond ‘he would make a decent puppet if I could kill him’. His partnership with Orochimaru had been based on mutual loathing, and a powerful urge never to reveal his true body to the Sannin lest he try something disturbing, and they got along simply by avoiding each other’s company as much as possible.
Then he was paired up with an obnoxious blond brat with a death wish and a speech impediment, and who didn’t know the slightest thing about art.
It had been love at first sight. Not that Sasori had realised, at first. His few experiences with positive emotions were long buried in the depths of his psyche, and he wasn’t all that keen on resurrecting them. It was only when he realised that for all Deidara tormented him; for all that he was a crap artist with no integrity, he didn’t actually want the brat dead. He could tolerate his presence for days on end without being sent into homicidal rage. And when he realised that Deidara actually respected him – the suffix ‘danna’ was a bit of a giveaway – his chakra system sizzled in an attempt to give his puppet body warm and fuzzy feelings.
It was…different. New. Sasori usually dissected new things, but he didn’t want to take a scalpel to Deidara, and to do so to himself was impractically difficult. He’d done it before. So he decided to live with it and ignore it as best he could, which admittedly wasn’t very well. Hidan kept smirking at him as if he knew exactly what was going on. Sasori briefly contemplated poisoning the bastard, before he remembered that it would be a waste of time and poison to even try.
Deidara, unfortunately, remained completely oblivious to everything that wasn’t made of explosive clay, or the apparent lack of romance in his new comrades’ lives. If he kept poking his nose where it wasn’t wanted, then Kakuzu would probably end up killing him before Sasori got the chance to do…something with the emotions that kept flooding through him. What he wanted to do, he wasn’t sure. He’d made a study of human anatomy so that he could take them apart and use them as weapons; he hadn’t paid much attention to their behaviour.
In fact, he was beginning to suspect a huge gap in his knowledge.
“It might help,” Hidan suggested, leaning on Hiruko’s carapace as if it was a table rather than a lethal weapon and knocking lightly on the head, “if you took this thing off, seriously. It’s not like you look like the forty-year-old, basement-dwelling virgin you really are.”
Sasori took his head off with Hiruko’s tail. Then he realised that Hidan might actually have a point. The reason why he’d hidden himself from Orochimaru was because his real body wasn’t exactly unattractive despite the modifications he’d made to it, and Sasori had very powerful instincts of self-preservation. He hadn’t thought to show it to Deidara. He hadn’t thought that Deidara hadn’t realised Hiruko wasn’t his real body despite how oblivious he was.
It was a good idea – not that he’d tell Hidan that. Besides, it would give him the chance to give Hiruko a maintenance check.