|i love him, i hate him
Author: Mini people PM
the duo thinks about what they hate about each otherRated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Angst - Deidara & Sasori - Words: 760 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 3 - Published: 11-23-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7576711
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HEY ITS RICKY TIME! sasori thinks of the things he hates about deidara while deidara thinks of what he hates about sasori
He is a brat, a blonde stuck up brat. What was leader thinking when he paired this idiot up with me, that i will never know. His sense of art is not even art it is just a explosion. What i do, what i make, is art a true form of art.
His name is Deidara, he is from the rock village, so of course he probably did not know what art really is, the kid bugs me, allot. He is blonde with long flowing hair covering his right eye, the other eye is the deepest blue i have ever seen, I'm confused if such beauty lies in his eye then why not his so called art.
The brat rambles on about his art. I hate his voice why talk when the silence is so peaceful. He talks about how his art is not recognized or even cared for, which makes anger appear in his single ocean eye. I don't' understand how that boy well man he is 18 or so I've heard, has so much passion for the stupid things he calls art.
He always glares during meetings, i think its because he hates the fact that the Uchiha is there. I know he holds a grudge for the raven haired male, for reasons the fact Uchiha bested him in battle. I always chuckle inside when he glares.
The blonde is always emotional till the very end, he is so dramatic. When he is mad, he yells at anyone in sight it makes me think of a angry women who has caught her husband cheating. He crys into his pillow sometimes, i know because i can hear the muffled sobs rip out of his lean body. His smile is a explosion of sunlight, he lights the room up when he smiles.
He says that he wants to go out with a bang, that it will inspire others to perform his art when they see its beauty. I plan on being around forever and he just wants to explode, but i know that this is his destiny.
We are polar opposites and this is why i fear that i love him.
The puppet master, the asshole, is always criticizing my art. What defines art is the fact it is from the soul a pure extension from ones self. His art is himself and it bothers me to think that someone would waste away their humanity.
His name is Sasori, he is from the sand village, maybe that's why he thinks my art is bad because the sand is old fashioned like him. He has soft brown eyes, hidden under bangs of the purest crimson hue. I'm very confused of how this teenage boy looking man is actually a puppet, i think he wasted his potential.
He barely speaks and when he does it is a somber tone. Him speaking always grabs my attention, it makes me angry, he always calls me brat. I wonder if the red haired man actually has a soul to take. He speaks while i always listen hoping to find out that he likes my art.
I know he has emotions. The way he fixes his puppets the look of pure happiness when he completes it, the small smile stretches across his face one of pure joy like a child with a new toy. I see him mourn, but never a tear, i do not know what he is mourning i hope he gets over it soon so i can see him smile again. When he is angry , he hides it the best he can, but i know he plans on getting revenge on any soul who angered him.
During meetings he is calm collected, he talks when spoken to normally with words filled with wisdom, but when leader mentioned his grandma, i could see the look of regret in his mahogany eyes.
He wants to last forever, i can tell, because he is his art and if art last forever then so will he. I'd rather go out in a bang with flames filling the sky, i know people will remember that and maybe be inspired to create art like mine. I hope he remembers me till his puppet body finally rots and can not work anymore.
We are complete opposites that is why i fear that i love him.
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