A/N: I've recently gotten back into watching Naruto. It really surprised me how there aren't many Deidara x reader x Sasori fics. So I decided to write a short DeidaraxReaderxSasori one-shot, although I COULD CONSIDER MAKING IT INTO A STORY. So, hope to get your feedback! I do not own Naruto.
WARNING: Contains mild-swearing and a slightly suggestive ending.
Ch. 1: Subject of Art</b>
For the umpteenth time of the day, a certain blonde artist sighed as he looked at the clay scattered across his table. It was a quiet day in the Akatsuki hideout, and this bored Deidara to no end. Silence was the only thing heard by the blonde as he sat quietly by his desk in his room. Picking up a lump of clay, he started moulding it with his palms, and a generic bird was formed. What Deidara did next would have surprised anyone who caught him in the act. The blonde threw his creation against the wall, breaking the little clay figurine before sighing yet again.
“My art is becoming quite generic. It’s quite shameful, un,” he muttered to himself uninterested.
With all honesty, he had to painfully admit to himself that he was bored of making his usual clay sculptures of birds, spiders and bats. It was not like he hated the art that he usually did; he just found the need to create something new like any other artist did to further their talents. He just needed to craft something different, fresh and unique!! But what?! Grabbing his head in frustration, he grunted in aggravation, as he was so irked that he could not form a new creative concept to construct his art at a higher level!
“Fuck my life, un,” he cursed while staring at the empty wall in front of him, as he leaned on his hand that was supporting his head.
Just as soon as he had mumbled profanities, his ears suddenly perked at a distant humming that approached. It seemed like it came from outside the room he shared with Sasori. As a reaction, Deidara turned around in his chair and stared with interest at his slightly ajar door. There was nothing there, but he continued to stare in that direction, waiting for the source of the noise to pass by. Then, within a few seconds a visible figure passed by his room humming a tune. Deidara continued staring even as the figure had disappeared into the other side of the hallway. He stared, and his mind worked with the thoughts that administered in his brain. Soon enough, a light bulb instantly flicked in within Deidara’s mind and he grinned happily at the thought! His brain than began to process his plan before he snapped his fingers with a grin-like smirk.
‘Yeah! I’ve finally got it, un!!’ he exclaimed in his mind, proud of his smart idea, before he pushed himself away from his work desk and raced out the door.
Humming delightfully to your favourite song, you were heading towards the Akatsuki equivalent of a living room. It was no living room to be frank, considering it was just an empty space that was known as the ‘meeting area’. Your hair swished as you hummed while your thoughts were so immersed with the lyrics of your favourite song. Finally, when you’ve arrived at your desired destination, you spotted a familiar redhead who was busy fiddling with his puppets. Smiling at the sight, you greeted the puppet master.
“Hey, Sasori!” you called out cheerily.
Said redhead gave you a small glance before returning to his doings with a mere grunt of acknowledgement.
‘Same old Sasori…’ you thought with your smile still in place before deciding to head to the kitchen, that was connected to the living room.
However, before you were able to do so, you were brought to an abrupt halt as you heard a yell resonate against the walls of the living room.
“(Your Name)! Wait up, un!” a certain blonde yelled.
In response to that, you turned around with confusion written all over your face while Sasori glared in annoyance at his blonde partner for being so loud and causing a disturbance to the peaceful quiet atmosphere. Ignoring your puzzled expression and Sasori’s aggravated countenance, he approached you.
“Perfect…” he mumbled, “this is one perfect idea, un.”
“What is?” you asked, your confusion heightening as he was right in front of you.
You felt his eyes inspecting your entire being, and it felt extremely awkward being in that situation. As soon as you were about to repeat your question to get rid of some of the awkwardness you felt, he finally voiced out.
“(Your Name), I have big favour to ask you, hmm. I really need your help with my art. What do you say, un?” the blonde asked; his blue eyes looked at you almost in pleading desperation, but his arrogant grin portrayed otherwise.
Again, you stared on blankly at him. You? He needed YOUR help? Since when did the big-headed self-proclaimed sculptor need help, let alone help from a nobody like yourself? His creations were truly spectacular, besides the fact that he blows them all up! Honestly, you did not get the point why he put so much effort into his work, only to blow it up. However, putting that aside, you did appreciate his art and often times, you even enjoyed listening to the artist rant about his art. BUT you were nowhere as great an artist as Deidara or even Sasori. Speaking of Sasori, why didn’t Deidara ask Sasori instead?
“Ummm, (Your Name)- chan, un?” Deidara called out, pulling you out of your stupor.
“Um, yeah. Um…”, you started out hesitantly, “gee, Deidara-kun, I’d love to help you with your art, but I don’t know how I can help you. What ideas did you have in mind?”
“Well, I wanted you to be a model for a sculpture I’m making, yeah,” he elaborated.
“Me? Model for you? I’d love to, but I’m not….”
“Perfect, un!” he grabbed on to your arm as he started to drag you away while filling you in with the details, “just so you know, to bring it to a heightened level of sublimity, this piece is going to be like no other!”
Sweat-dropping as you were dragged by the blonde, you though: ‘Oh yeah, typical Deidara. There he goes running his mouth with self-praise for his art again…’
As your thoughts interrupted some of what Deidara was telling you, you were finally brought back to earth when he mentioned the final details of your contribution that he needed.
“There’s no way this would fail, un! Oh, this piece will outshine even Sasori no Danna’s work, yeah! It would be a sculpture to fully capture the fleeting beauty of a human’s nude form, un!”
As soon as you heard that, it took you a while to process what he said while your mind blanked. Did he say NUDE? The word repeated in your mind endlessly and soon, your jaw metaphorically dropped to the ground and your heels screeched against the floor, as you attempted to dig your feet into the ground.
“WHAT?!!!!” you shrieked, jerking yourself away from the blonde artist.
The blonde blinked at you, “What is the problem, (Your Name), un?”
“ARE you serious?! I can’t possibly do that, Deidara! That’s absurd!” you yelled out with widened eyes.
Deidara’s mouth soon turned into a frown as he looked at you disappointedly.
“Why can’t you?”
“A-a-as much as I respect nudity in art, I can’t possibly bring myself to do it,” you stammered flustered as a blush rose on your cheeks.
He continued staring at you, and you felt pressured.
“I c-can’t. I JUST CAN’T. Damn you! Why the hell do you want me to get nude?!” you raised your question again in a unstable manner.
“Well, how else am I going to capture the fine curves and lines when your clothes are in the way? It’s important for my art that I capture that, un,” he stated like it was just a matter of artistic fact and nothing to be flustered about while his expression was one of confusion as to why you were so negative about this. It was just art, afterall.
Soon, another voice from the far end of the room interrupted your conversation with Deidara.
“Unfortunately, I have to agree with the brat. It’s just a body, nothing to be ashamed off,” Sasori stated bluntly.
Both Deidara and you stared at the puppet master as he continued fiddling with his puppets from where he was seated.
“If you were to make a single mistake in every delicate curve because of some obstruction, what is the point of doing art at all?” he stated with no emotion before his dull brown eyes looked at you.
Your jaws dropped again in surprise. Since when did Sasori stick up for Deidara and support his actions?! They were totally out to get you.
The blonde grinned while holding a thumbs-up at his partner.
“For once, I agree with you, un, danna!”
Feeling ganged up upon, you heart rate rose tremendously as you felt your heart pumping and pounding against your chest violently. It almost felt like there were drums beating at every corner, so much so that you felt your eardrums shuddering. To make things worse, your face was so heated to the point that you could rival the most ripened tomatoes.
“B-b-but why me?! You could ask someone else!” you replied frantically, and as if on cue, a familiar orange masked boy walked into the scene.
“Oh, heyyyy~! (YOUR NAME)-CHAN! DEIDARA-SENPAI!!!!!” Tobi ran towards the lot of you with visible enthusiasm that was signature to him alone.
Recognizing Tobi as a way out, you mentioned Tobi as a suggestion to Deidara, in attempt of getting out of this mess.
‘Sorry, Tobi. But this has to be done. Be my sacrificial lamb!’ you mused in your brain.
“Yeah, you can ask TOBI! I’m sure he would be glad to nude model for you, right Tobi? Because Tobi is a good boy!” you said almost in an enthusiastic manner, although the sheer idea of that almost seemed gross.
You just could not believe you said that, but hey! YOU NEEDED YOUR WAY OUT! Sorry Tobi! But as expected, Tobi being quite the enthusiastic boy took this suggestion well. A little too well, you supposed.
Upon your suggestion, Tobi’s ears perked at this and he was by Deidara’s side in within seconds.
“OH OH! I will do it, Deidara-senpai! Tobi’s a good boy and Tobi will nude model for senpai! But do Tobi have to take off Tobi’s mask?!” Tobi gushed out in total excitement as he clung on to Deidara’s arm.
You soon took the opportunity to take off as quickly as you could. A vein comically appeared on Deidara’s head as he was visibly annoyed at Tobi; he growled at the masked boy before abusing the poor swirly-masked boy.
“GET OFF ME, TOBI, YOU BAKA!” Deidara growled as he punched Tobi on his head.
After getting the masked boy off him, Tobi yelled something about getting ready in his bathrobe. Obviously, he was ignored when the blonde lunged out at you, grabbing your hand again.
“You told me you would help me, un!”
“That was until I knew you needed me to get nude!” you shot back at the artist.
“Yeah, so what?! Why are you so shy?! It’s just art! It’s not like I want to see you naked for no good reason, un,” Deidara reasoned, exasperated at your stubbornness.
“I’m just not comfortable with that, Deidara,” you stated sternly.
“Sasori no danna! Tell her, un!” he looked at his partner who sat in the the corner in hopes of getting back up and support.
Sasori looked back lazily at the two of you with a raised eyebrow.
“What’s in it for me?” he asked.
“You can make a (Your Name) puppet. Maybe even a human puppet, un,” Deidara smirked.
You stared in horror as Deidara said that. Was that a threat?
Sasori scoffed before getting up from where he was seated before advancing towards the both of you.
“(Your name), stop being a brat and just do what you promised.”
Soon, you forgot all threats that were thrown at you, and huffed stubbornly.
“No! How do I know that I can trust you?! What if this was just some scheme to see me in my birthday suit!” you grumbled.
Deidara had a slight blush on his face, but Sasori was unaffected.
“B-b-baka! I just want to make a bloody sculpture of you, un! Where the hell do you get these ideas?!”
“Women… Foolish as ever…” Sasori muttered, “Don’t kid yourself, brat. I’ve seen better specimens than you.”
How dare he said that to you?! If there were better specimens, why didn’t they just go find somebody else than?!
“No! I DON’T CARE! I just can’t ok! Go find some other person. If you want me, you’ll have to take me by force!” you yelled out ‘smartly’.
Both the artists were soon engaged in a stare down with you as you three had a mini glaring competition. But out of the blue, Deidara smirked and looked at Sasori. The puppet caught on with this, and his lips curved upwards in an almost insane manner.
“Well, Sasori, my man. What say you we get started and capture our subject of art and go ‘make art’ now, un?”
“Be my guest, Deidara.”
Just as soon as Sasori made that statement, you were picked up by a clay bird and thrown into a puppet while metal cords were tied around your body, disabling you from moving.
“LET ME OUT, YOU RAPISTS!!!!” you hollered, shaking in attempt of freeing yourself.
Ignoring you, Deidara smirked victoriously.
“Let’s go,” Sasori said.
With that, they soon trailed back to their room, with Sasori’s puppet, that contained you, in toll.
Let’s just say things were pretty messy when they got back to their room.
“TOBI IS READY~!” Tobi emerged in the meeting area in his pink fluffy bathrobe, swinging his head from left to right looking for the blonde artist.
“Senpai? SENPAI! Where are you?!”
Soon, Itachi and Kisame approached the area with a sense of tiredness visible on their faces. They probably just came back from a mission too. However, they weren’t too sure if the sight that they were greeted with upon homecoming was surprising or pretty much the norm here. The verdict was still unclear on that one.
The duo stared at Tobi. With that said, Kisame had a visible sweatdrop forming behind his head, and if Itachi was more open with his emotions, he would have face palmed.
They looked over the attire Tobi was wearing and there was a conclusion to be drawn: Tobi + hot pink bathrobe = NOT A GOOD COMBINATION.
“What are you doing, Tobi?” Kisame asked with mild curiosity.
“I’m looking for Deidara-senpai to nude model for him because I’m a good boy!” Tobi exclaimed happily.
Kisame paled, and Itachi almost---ALMOST choked.
“You want to see?” Tobi mused before unveiling himself.
Quickly, the duo then returned to their room, losing all respect they ever had for Deidara and being tortured with images that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
A/N: Well, if you guys like it, let me know! I might make it a story