Drabble Series
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I think some of you read the teenage!Deidara-drabbles I posted here a while ago... (Thank you miss_simon for teaching me how to make nice links!) well, they sort of expanded into a drabble series which I've decided to call Young Killers and Old (yes, I suck at titles). It will mostly focus on the fact that Deidara and Itachi were both teenagers when they joined the Akatsuki. So, here are the next two parts:
Title: Young Killers and Old
Rating: PG
Beta: eltiteretista
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing the characters from Kishimoto-sensei
Any Colour You Like
”Why do I have to do this again, hm?” Deidara asked sourly.
“Because it’s part of the uniform.”
“But what if I think it’s silly?”
“You’re new, you don’t have the right to think anything,” Sasori snapped impatiently. “Now hurry up, Leader-sama wants to see you.”
“Let’s go see him then.”
“Not until you’ve finished this.”
“But I don’t want to.”
“You have to.”
“Hmpf.” Deidara stared at the bottles in front of him.
“But I can choose colour, yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Can I use all of them? Like, one colour on each nail?”
“No,” said Sasori, thinking that it might be worth expulsion from the Akatsuki just to get to kill this annoying brat.
“Boring.” Deidara eyed the different shades of nail polish again, his hand eventually moving towards a purple one. Right before touching the bottle, however, he withdrew it with a frown.
“Itachi has purple, yeah?”
Sasori didn’t even bother to answer.
“I’ll use the black,” Deidara informed him.
The teen reached out and took the bottle, holding it up in front of Sasori with an expectant look on his face.
“What?”
“I’ve never painted my nails before. Can you show me how to do it?”
The Early Bird Catches The... Weasle?
Sasori sighed loudly.
”Where is he? I knocked on his door half an hour ago.”
“Maybe he’s not awake yet,” Kisame said, not looking up from the paper he was reading.
“But I knocked on his door.”
Kisame grinned, turning a page.
“You need to remember he’s a teenager. They can sleep all day.”
Sasori raised an eyebrow skeptically.
“You mean he’s still sleeping?”
“Probably.”
“But it’s nine o’clock!” the puppet master exclaimed, getting up from the table. “I’m going to get him.”
“Good luck,” Kisame chuckled.
*
“Deidara!”
Sasori flung open the door to his partner’s room and found him still in bed, fast asleep. For a split second he wondered how someone so small could take up so much space; the teen’s limbs and hair were spread out all across the mattress. Then, with an impatient flick of his hand, Sasori attached chakra threads to Deidara’s arms and legs and yanked him up into a sitting position.
“Hey!” the blond protested, glaring groggily at him. “I was sleeping, yeah?”
“I could tell,” said the puppet master dryly. “It is time to work, I want you ready in half an hour. You should know that while Kisame may be sitting like a fool in the kitchen, waiting for the Uchiha brat to wake up, but I for one will not tolerate that kind of behaviour. And clean you room some time, you’ve only been here a week and it already looks like it’s been bombed.”
“You mean Itachi’s still sleeping? That’s unfair, yeah!” Deidara pouted, wrapping his blanket around him as Sasori released the chakra threads.
“Tough luck, brat,” the redhead snapped, turning to leave.”Don’t even think about going back to bed,” he called over his shoulder.
Deidara frowned and stuck out all three of his visible tongues at Sasori’s retreating back. Yawning widely he waited until his partner was out of earshot before tumbling out of the bed. He snatched a bag of explosive clay from the floor and snuck out into the corridor and over to Itachi’s closed door. Grinning to himself he took a piece of clay in the mouth of his right palm, chewed it a bit and shaped it into a small weasel. He opened the Uchiha’s door a fraction, slipped the weasel in and closed it silently. Raising his index and middle finger he set the bomb off with a quiet “Katsu!”, before quickly scrambling down to the kitchen.
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Is it just me or does the text look different in the first one? Oh, well...