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After ten minutes of just staring at the door, Deidara realised his heartbeat had slowed down. His face just read confusion. Why had nobody turned up? Shaking his head, Deidara wandered around the senior’s dorm.
He knew no seniors would ever come in today- they were all on there annual trip to the winter theme park, which made it a great place for anything like this specified meet to happen.

Sasori was quite shocked when Itachi started explaining only a moment after he had asked him too. Maybe he was hasty to get his point across, the redhead wondered as he crossed his arms.

“Akatsuki is a group of dedicated people determined to rid this world of evil powers. And that meaning those other giant corporations which have gone corrupt.
But generally people who are our enemies of those who abuse the power they shouldn’t rightfully have. There are at least five major corporations who abuse there position of society. And out job is to take them down.”

The puppeteers word seemed to leave his mouth in a flash.
“That all sounds much rehearsed.” He remarked coldly. “Are you even sure you believe in all that nonsense? Sounds like brainwash to me.”
Itachi frowned slightly. “Leader is not a brainwasher."

Sasori’s face flashed with conceit. “Ah-ha! LEADER, is it? Hmm...well Itachi, you seem well and truly drawn in with this ‘Akatsuki’. How did they even find you anyway? What would a criminal organisation want with a SCHOOL BOY?”

The redhead decided against mentioning the gang leader’s offer for the puppeteer to join them. Well. HE had to prove his point, and it wasn’t as if Itachi needed to know that.

“Leader found me while I was training for my martial arts class. He had come along, to see the strength of this club, He said he saw something in me which wasn’t the norm, and decided that I would be a vital role in his ideals.”

Sasori was unwilling to believe this. Yet he felt a little interested in just how this ‘Akatsuki’ took down it’s...rivals? Whatever, the whole idea of eliminating other originations casing pain on society was just so preposterous. He just wanted to know how they thought they would do it.

“So, are you taking down your enemies by using brute force, considering your leader found you at martial arts?”
“No. He was more interested in my person than my athletic skills. But i guess being strong helped.” Itachi answered. “And no, not just brute force. Beating them up won’t keep them down forever.”
Sasori didn’t miss a single beat—“ So you kill them? The people in charge of the organisations, you kill them, right?!” He exclaimed angrily.
“We do what we have to!” Itachi exclaimed equally as angry.

Nothing was said as the tow boys stared most furiously at each other. After a few moments, the puppeteer broke the silence.
“So, going back to your first inquiry, you want me to help you.” He snarled.

Itachi looked halfway in between feeling awkward and also annoyed.
“Do you? Do you want me to help you kill these people? And ‘help’ humanity? Do you Itachi?” Sasori said coldly.
“Yes.” Itachi admitted, furious that he was being forced into this predicament.

“You can forget it. My answer is no. I won’t help you- or you’re dim-witted cause.” The redhead turned on his heel and stalked in the direction of the door, before giving one backwards glance at the weasel, which spoke a thousand livid words.
He thought he would escape, but it was not to be, as Itachi shouted something which made the redhead turn back again.
“Wondering where Deidara went to?"

“Watch what you say...” Sasori warned icily.

“I sent him a little diversion. Told him to go up to the senior dorm. He thinks someone is meeting him there-but we know better, right? No, he’s just there so you would be on your own, and i could maybe tempt you into joining us, Sasori. But who knows? Deidara may be easier to convince than you.”
“You’re implausible.” Sasori stated, walking out of the class room.

When the redhead exited the history room, he walked as fats as he could in direction of his cupboard. All that he had just heard had made him so furious he needed to carve wood or mend one of his broken puppets to fix his mood. He didn’t want to think about it; but the idea of the raven haired Uchiha killing for this stupid cause was horrible.

Particularly because Sasori, himself killed because he was avenging those who he had lost. Itachi was doing it for some psycho’s view that the world was in turmoil! It was practically insulting.

Deidara stormed out of the senior’s dorm.
“What a total waste of time, un!” he muttered. Well, it had been. No chuff had turned up! In the entire break! Maybe the whole thing was just a stupid jock prank.

He walked in the direction of the history corridor, and as he did so, came face to face with Sasori. Except the puppeteers face wasn;t exactly welcoming. It was full of rage, so Deidara was a little with what he said to his boyfriend.
“Danna...is something wrong, un?” He asked tentatively, the blond own anger fading a little.

“No.” The redhead answered back bluntly. “No, It’s just...” He sighed. Closing his eyes for a second, Sasori regained some clam amongst the storm of his emotions.
“Look, I’ll explain this as simply as I can. Itachi has joined some sort of organisation, and well...he’s trying to get us to join.”

Sasori paused, thinking over the advice he was going to give his boyfriend, who was staring intently at him with his bright blue eyes.
“Deidara, It’s your choice, but I would advise you not to join Itachi.  I can’t tell you what to do, but i just think something isn’t right with it. He may try to persuade you more forcefully than me. So look out.”

Deidara understood  what his danna was telling him, yet felt he had hardly anything to worry about. Why would he even join Itachi in the first place? The weasel was a shit head, so he definitely wouldn’t want to join his cause.

Sasori went on to explain how the note Deidara had been given was a decoy and also the other info the Uchiha had given him whilst in lessons.  The blond felt sick at the idea of Akatsuki. People who go around killing others for the greater good—a frightening thought. No way was Deidara ever joining. He had already killed one person, and didn’t want to do it ever again.

The puppeteer saw his boyfriend was feeling...uncomfortable? Different? Feh- whatever change of emotion it was, Sasori decided he would...try to make him feel a little better. His placed the blond’s hand in his own, which made his boyfriend smile just a little. Although it was slight, Sasori noted that it definitely made Deidara prettier when he did smile.

In a lesson of French, Deidara had re-established just how...evil Itachi was. It could all be explained like this; Deidara had killed one person in self defence. Sasori had killed lots of people because they had killed his parents. But Itachi...had killed god knows how many people in his absence for them doing nothing to him personally. All because of someone else’s dream. A horrendous thought.
Deidara hoped the day would get better.

“It’s so tiny, un!” the young blond exclaimed. He was staring at a screen with various shapes that formed something. Something which would, in about seven months, would become Deidara’s brother or sister.

The day did get better, eventually, with each new thing suddenly coming into play. While arriving home, His mother announced that she was on her way to her first scan. Deidara happily agreed to go with her.
“It’s a little early, but have you thought about any names for the baby?” The Nurse asked Kitsune kindly.
She smiled. “Well, if he’s a boy I figured I’d call him Sora, after my father, and if she’s girl well...” His mum flashed a smile at Deidara’s way. “I think I’ll let my son decide.”
“Really, un?!” Deidara’s mouth formed a wide grin. “I hope I have a sister now, un.”
The nurse smiled, and turned off the machine. Kitsune patted her stomach gently, before taking to it softly. “You’re going to have a great big brother, little one.” She proclaimed, her eyes darting just enough upwards to notice her son had pink cheeks.

The day brightened up just that little bit for Sasori as well; he received news from Paris. Or, to be more specific, Marie-Laure de Rochebrune, the curator of the art museum, telling him in letter form that a collection of puppet artwork was being accepted in the Louvre.
He read the letter over and over, sitting at his kitchen table as he did so, letting out a small burst of laughter. It was very un-Sasori-like but the puppeteer didn’t care.
The letter also enclosed two (first class) plane tickets to Paris, with a small explanation over the plane tickets’ existence. He was to come to France on the 19th to see his work being exhibited. Additionally good news, the puppeteer thought contently.

Although neither Deidara nor Sasori wanted to think about it, they both noticed Itachi’s absence the next day. That was a let down after both of their bits of good news.

“Well...I guess we know what he’s doing, un.” Deidara said quietly. Sasori nodded, thinking intently on the maths worksheet. It was easier than thinking about the Uchiha and his weird killing antics.

Although...there was something else playing on his mind. The puppeteer recalled being accepted in the Louvre and also the invitation to Paris. Well, the tickets were for two, so...He should really ask. But then, what Deidara even want to go? He didn’t even realise the grandeur of the redhead’s artwork and much preferred his own atrocious explosions, so would he want to come on a trip which was mainly for the puppet artwork. Sasori would prefer not to see Deidara’s explosions, but the blond would probably still ASK. Plus, a short break in Paris with Deidara spelt trouble.
Despite all these cons, it would be a shame to waste the tickets. And, no matter how much the redhead would never admit it to anyone else; he may get a little lonely without his boyfriend’s company. Gaah---he might as well just let Deidara decide. Better that than arguing with himself for the rest of the day.