By,

W.D.Sasori

Deidara watched tentively as the other left the room, smiling as he did. Today was going to be he day that he proved his Dana wrong! Deidara quickly made his way to Sasori's stashed belongings and rummaged through them, seeking for something but stopped for a moment.

His hands reached into the chest ful of stuff and pulled out a little bal jointed doll. It was small and made of wood but it was cute and delicate; Deidara tried to take his mind back to his objective by setting it down, but after a few moments of hopeless searching, he had given up and sat back on his side of the room, holding the little doll.

He playfully moved the joints, gingerly so not to break it. The wood gave small 'creaks' of protest at first but then adjusted....it must have been old. He toyed with it for sometimes, not hearing the entrace of the red haired boy. "Idiot, what do you think you are doing?" His voice came slightly annoyed.

Deidara jumped and looked up at him, hiding the little doll in his cloack. "Nothing that concerns you! un" but he knew that Sasori had already seen. He too it back out and held it up, like a spoiled child who had been caught.

"It's not half bad for Junk" He pouted but Sasori didn't reach for it. Deidara waited and minute before looking up at him, seeing a 'my art is better' look. The blond gave a groan and set the toy on his lap. "No, your junk is not True art Dana, but this is amusing." He moved the arms again.

Sasori stopped, exression blanked for a moment before smirking. "Fine, want to see true art brat?" He mused. "Then I will show you!" Suddenly Sasori's known chakara strings wrapped around his wrists, neck, and ankles; Sasori had made a puppet out of him!

Deidara glared at his partner as he made him stand, trying to resist the unspoken command but failed and began walking closer to the shorter red head. "Dana...stop it! un" He growled but to no avail. Sasori had him where he wanted,  Deidara had never exepected him to use it against him!