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"Sasori... you know something's wrong."
Sasori looked up at Itachi, his expression pained. "I
know..." The Sharingan user folded his arms.
"So where is he now?" Itachi asked, obviously referring to
the blonde.
"Sleeping."
"So... has he talked to you at all about... what happened?"
Itachi's voice faltered slightly and he frowned. Sasori
swallowed hard and shook his head. "Have you ever really
thought about /why/ Deidara's getting sick all of a sudden?"
Sasori's eyes flashed and he looked up at Itachi. "What are
you getting at?"
Itachi took a deep breath. "I'm just saying... when it
happened, Deidara was henge-ed into a woman, right?" He said,
keeping his tone light.
Sasori nodded. "He was..."
"So... what if... you know... something happened?" Itachi
seemed to be having more and more trouble with every word.
Sasori's heart raced as the Uchiha finished speaking, and he
felt his eyes widen.
"Something... Itachi, what are you saying?"
"Sasori... what if Deidara's pregnant?"
Sasori felt a wild urge to laugh that was quickly replaced by
disgust and then became horror and then finally decided on
panic. "Oh my god." Sasori leaned heavily against the wall,
putting his hands up to his face. "Oh my god..."
Itachi moved forward slightly. "We don't know that!" He said,
putting one hand up defensively. "I'm just saying... you
might want to keep an eye on him just to see if the sickness
fades away or if it stays... and if he... gains weight, or...
something, then we'll know if he is or isn't."
The puppet clenched his teeth together and nodded, heart
hammering. "Have you discussed this with any of the others?"
He asked after a moment, noting the quivery tone in his
voice.
Itachi shook his head. "No. We should wait until we know for
sure."
"What are we going to tell Deidara?" Sasori asked
tentatively. He didn't want to picture breaking the news to
the bomber. He was so young, so innocent. It would kill him.
The Uchiha shrugged. "I don't know. He might even get
suspicious of it himself and ask... it would be best to wait
for now, Sasori."
The puppet nodded, making eye contact with the ground.
"Yeah..." A sudden thought struck him and he looked up at
Itachi. "Do you think he'll get rid of it?"
Itachi rolled his eyes. "Sasori, I don't know. Probably." He
sighed, and folded his arms again. "I'm going to go meet up
with Kisame. We have work to do. Remember. Keep an eye on
him." He looked over his shoulder at Sasori one more time,
and then exited the kitchen, leaving Sasori to groan
desperately into his hands and slide down the wall.
He remained there for... he didn't know how long. Maybe a
half-hour. He would have been there longer, had a certain
blonde not entered.
"Danna?"
Sasori jumped, and looked up into Deidara's baby-blue eyes.
"Hey... how are you feeling?" He asked weakly, trying to keep
his face passive.
"Hungry again, un."
-----
Deidara's condition slowly seemed to fade over a few weeks.
However, Deidara's personality was taking a strict decline.
The blonde grew rather, in short, bitchy, snapping at people
and his mood taking constant, violent swings from one extreme
to the next.
Other than this, however, Deidara's appearance took on no
visible change.
Or, that's what Sasori thought.
Deidara was a very sound sleeper. Sound enough, Sasori found,
that he could enter the blonde's room without him stirring.
It was dark. The only light came from the digital alarm
clock, which cast an eerie blue glow over the blonde's
sleeping face. Deidara slept on his back with his arms
splayed at his sides, the perfect position for what Sasori
was about to do.
Heart pounding, Sasori slowly drew back the blankets covering
him. The blonde didn't stir. Sasori stared at Deidara's
chest, his stomach, covered by a plain black t-shirt that he
wore when he slept. Hands shaking, Sasori slowly pulled up
the fabric of Deidara's shirt, afraid what he would see.
He had good reason to be afraid.
The once-toned muscles of Deidara's stomach were gone,
replaced by a smooth, even surface that a slight pudge could
be seen. Sasori closed his eyes, dropped the fabric, and
backed away, feeling oddly cold.
Sasori looked up at Itachi, his expression pained. "I
know..." The Sharingan user folded his arms.
"So where is he now?" Itachi asked, obviously referring to
the blonde.
"Sleeping."
"So... has he talked to you at all about... what happened?"
Itachi's voice faltered slightly and he frowned. Sasori
swallowed hard and shook his head. "Have you ever really
thought about /why/ Deidara's getting sick all of a sudden?"
Sasori's eyes flashed and he looked up at Itachi. "What are
you getting at?"
Itachi took a deep breath. "I'm just saying... when it
happened, Deidara was henge-ed into a woman, right?" He said,
keeping his tone light.
Sasori nodded. "He was..."
"So... what if... you know... something happened?" Itachi
seemed to be having more and more trouble with every word.
Sasori's heart raced as the Uchiha finished speaking, and he
felt his eyes widen.
"Something... Itachi, what are you saying?"
"Sasori... what if Deidara's pregnant?"
Sasori felt a wild urge to laugh that was quickly replaced by
disgust and then became horror and then finally decided on
panic. "Oh my god." Sasori leaned heavily against the wall,
putting his hands up to his face. "Oh my god..."
Itachi moved forward slightly. "We don't know that!" He said,
putting one hand up defensively. "I'm just saying... you
might want to keep an eye on him just to see if the sickness
fades away or if it stays... and if he... gains weight, or...
something, then we'll know if he is or isn't."
The puppet clenched his teeth together and nodded, heart
hammering. "Have you discussed this with any of the others?"
He asked after a moment, noting the quivery tone in his
voice.
Itachi shook his head. "No. We should wait until we know for
sure."
"What are we going to tell Deidara?" Sasori asked
tentatively. He didn't want to picture breaking the news to
the bomber. He was so young, so innocent. It would kill him.
The Uchiha shrugged. "I don't know. He might even get
suspicious of it himself and ask... it would be best to wait
for now, Sasori."
The puppet nodded, making eye contact with the ground.
"Yeah..." A sudden thought struck him and he looked up at
Itachi. "Do you think he'll get rid of it?"
Itachi rolled his eyes. "Sasori, I don't know. Probably." He
sighed, and folded his arms again. "I'm going to go meet up
with Kisame. We have work to do. Remember. Keep an eye on
him." He looked over his shoulder at Sasori one more time,
and then exited the kitchen, leaving Sasori to groan
desperately into his hands and slide down the wall.
He remained there for... he didn't know how long. Maybe a
half-hour. He would have been there longer, had a certain
blonde not entered.
"Danna?"
Sasori jumped, and looked up into Deidara's baby-blue eyes.
"Hey... how are you feeling?" He asked weakly, trying to keep
his face passive.
"Hungry again, un."
-----
Deidara's condition slowly seemed to fade over a few weeks.
However, Deidara's personality was taking a strict decline.
The blonde grew rather, in short, bitchy, snapping at people
and his mood taking constant, violent swings from one extreme
to the next.
Other than this, however, Deidara's appearance took on no
visible change.
Or, that's what Sasori thought.
Deidara was a very sound sleeper. Sound enough, Sasori found,
that he could enter the blonde's room without him stirring.
It was dark. The only light came from the digital alarm
clock, which cast an eerie blue glow over the blonde's
sleeping face. Deidara slept on his back with his arms
splayed at his sides, the perfect position for what Sasori
was about to do.
Heart pounding, Sasori slowly drew back the blankets covering
him. The blonde didn't stir. Sasori stared at Deidara's
chest, his stomach, covered by a plain black t-shirt that he
wore when he slept. Hands shaking, Sasori slowly pulled up
the fabric of Deidara's shirt, afraid what he would see.
He had good reason to be afraid.
The once-toned muscles of Deidara's stomach were gone,
replaced by a smooth, even surface that a slight pudge could
be seen. Sasori closed his eyes, dropped the fabric, and
backed away, feeling oddly cold.
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WAKE UP MORONS! yelled out Pein, the Akatsuki leader. IM CALLING A MEETING! Hes never in a good mood. I guess its because he sleeps in a room with Konan a genderless freak who sleeps like its never slept before. Poor SL.
Mmm
.dumb frica frazza nose picking mofo, moaned Hidan as he got out of bed. He cussed out Pein under his breathe. Why doesnt he just cuss him off louder and in his face? Well its because of him. Yes The blond who changed his life and the way he talks forever. Deidara. Yes the Ak
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WARNING: contains yaoi (guyxguy)
Deidara sighed. He ran a finger through his long, blond hair. Things were rough. He had been in the Akatsuki almost a month and it already looked like people were out just to make his life miserable.
First of all; Itachi. He just plain, right out hated Deidara it seemed.
Second; Sasori. The puppet master seemed intent on teaching the blond manners and yet rarely showed any signs of them himself.
Third; Hidan. He had become quite a bit braver and often pinned Deidara to walls or such.
Fourth; Deidara had met a Tobi boy who lived with the Akatsuki, yet not a member, and the boy had immediately taken to
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AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 8
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~three months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Hidan was wondering if Jashin would accept that damnable alarm clock as a sacrifice. He reached out to smash it. As usual. Kakuzus hand reached over his and shut it off, pulling his hand away from the poor defenseless clock. As usual.
Hidan, we have to get up for school. The Jashinist groaned and buried himself under the covers. Hidan, come on. Wasted time is wasted money.
I dont give a damn, Im skipping today. Let me sleep, dumbass. Hidan groaned again as he felt the covers yanked off of him. No your
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If I spelled Sharingan wrong, shut up, I don't want to hear it. xD
Ohshit, now we get hints as to wth happened to poor Dei.
And now we see how badly I write Itachi. YAYYYY. 83
Soundtrack:
Roulette - System of a Down
Studying Politics - Emery
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Chapter 1:[link]
Chapter 2: You Are Here
Chapter 3:[link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5:[link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9:[link]
Chapter 10:[link]
Chapter 11: [link]
Chapter 12: [link]
Chapter 13: [link]
Chapter 14:[link]
Ohshit, now we get hints as to wth happened to poor Dei.
And now we see how badly I write Itachi. YAYYYY. 83
Soundtrack:
Roulette - System of a Down
Studying Politics - Emery
---
Chapter 1:[link]
Chapter 2: You Are Here
Chapter 3:[link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5:[link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9:[link]
Chapter 10:[link]
Chapter 11: [link]
Chapter 12: [link]
Chapter 13: [link]
Chapter 14:[link]
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nice work. yeah the thing is though I found this because I'm tired. when I'm tired I look at yaoi. when I look at yaoi I get addicted.