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TobiDei Rp Continued

Tobi gave a small nod in agreement and took up pace behind the younger man. Not longer after they’d resumed the journey, Zetsu morphed out from one of the trees to their right.

“Are things progressing faster than planned?” The black side asked, staring at Tobi intensely.

He shrugged, “Seemingly not. Did you bring me a new one?”

White Zetsu’s arm appeared out of the wood of the tree and passed off a new orange mask to Tobi, who strapped it to his face quickly. He handed them the broken one and turned to leave.

“Better safe than sorry, right? Tobi?” Black Zetsu asked, his tone hinting at something his monotonous face gave no way to.

Tobi just hummed in reply, waving his hand to dismiss the other Akatsuki member. He didn’t wait for them to resubmerge into the tree to start walking, continuing the journey down the winding dirt road in search of the next tailed beast.

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Tobi’s usual gleeful persona began to really tear at Deidara’s mood. The blonde bomber wasn’t in the mood to deal with the frantic, silly, manic behaviour that the masked Uchiha would typically express, no, no, not at all! 

In fact, he wasn’t in the state to deal with anything at all! 

He didn’t even feel like sculpting today - art reminded him too much of the heated, but treasured arguments he had with the former partner he missed so dearly, the late Sasori of the Red Sand… 

Though he would never admit it, this loss caused a great deal of distress and depression to his young and vulnerable mind. 

But the young blonde reckoned it was just the transience of life.

He scoffed - it was so bizarre, so ironic, that the only eternal fact about life was transience!

His pale, thin hands squished at a lump of clay as he walked along the dirt road leading the duo to their next mission, head hung low to the soil as his hair fell forward, brushing into his face and in front of his chest. Deidara scowled at Tobi’s skipping and sing-song voice. 

“Tobi - can you please just shut up for a minute?” 

It wasn’t like Deidara ever really had a Good mood persay, but today seemed somehow especially worse. Usually by now, he’d have sculpted an arsenal of explosives to be used for later battles; it seemed so professional to Tobi, but it was probably closer to something like a psychotic obsession.

Whatever it was, Deidara was lacking it today. And his long philosophical rants about the nature of art and what traits a good Akatsuki memner should have that Tobi lacks. The silence was making him antsy.

Obviously the solution was to fill it himself, singinh songs about Deidara’s foul mood, occasionally pulling on the blond’s coat, dancing around him, pretending to forget what their mission was. Anything he could do to enrage the man, only to act surprised when Deidara finally snapped.

He let out an audible gasp, freezing in his tracks. “Senpai… are you mad at me?”

He could barely contain the laughter behind his mask, watching the rage build in his partner.

Deidara rolled his eyes as he slipped his hands together, joining them into a cross. “Obviously not.” He hissed back, sarcastically. 

Deidara slinked closer to the stopped brunette, swaying his face to his left shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted. He wasn’t just angry at Tobi… 

For the time being, he was angry at nearly everything.

“Why do you call me Senpai anyway? I’m younger than you!”

Tobi’s heart sped up as Deidara approached him, energy building up in his hands ready to burst. Picking on his partner always had that affect on him, it was one of the few joys he had in life. It almost reminded him of when he was younger.

“But Senpai, you’ve been in the organization for years now-” He said matter-of-factly, placing his hands on the cheeks of his mask. “I’ve only just joined. You have so many things to teach me.”

He let out a mischeviois chuckle. Despite his childlike demeanor, the blank face of his mask, the one dark opening of his mask- he gave off a vague looming feeling.

“I really don’t …” he sighed as began to traipse the soil road. He had become so heavy hearted, even his shoulders felt an indescribable weight upon them. “You learn as you go. Simple as that.”

Deidara continued to play with that lump of clay in his hands, sculpting it into an adorable little scorpion. 

This day was not going well for the terrorist. The sight of a scorpion only worsened the whole deal! Deidara quickly ruined it’s form, instead, changing the creation into his usual, avian design - an owl. 

Tobi watched curiously as Deidara turned away from him. It was obvious what was weighing on him, but he was surprised by it nonethless. Everyone in the organization was surrounded by death, it was what made each of them who they were and were long since desensitized by it.

“You’re the youngest member, huh?” Tobi said after a long silence, taking a few long strides to catch up yo Deidara, his arms swinging wildly at his arms. “Even younger than Itachi. I thought Sasori was younger, but then I found out about his whole… you know.”

He laughed hard, “What a weird guy right?”

Deidara grunted as he tensed up his shoulders, holding his sculpture close to him, almost in a hug. This was possibly for closer detail, possibly for comfort. One would have to look close enough to see it, but his big, blue eyes that were so well-adorned with cosmetics began to threaten a rain storm as they shimmered with tears that built up. 

Deidara tried so hard to remain hidden under a steadfast, stern bravado, but the walls he built began to weaken and crumble. 

He didn’t get it! What was wrong with him? He could annihilate dozens, hundreds, thousands - in the name of art - without any remorse or care whatsoever, and yet the death of the horrible, cold and callous monster he grew a fondness and respect towards managed to break his heart and change his personality. Even if Sasori called him a brat and insulted his art, even if his personality was as toxic as the poisons he was so well known for, the very thought that he’ll never get to see those dreamy mud-colored eyes and fiery locks brought a sharp sting to his heart. It was almost as if he was in love with Sasori…

Deidara shook his head at his own ridiculous thought and destroyed his artwork once again, the clay owl being kneaded into a clump once more.

“He was weird, yeah! So what?! You’re weird too. Imagine how weird you’d have to be to feel the need to hide under a mask!” Deidara’s short stature elongated until he was inches from the tall, masked figure’s face, hissing into his direction. 

The blonde was a bit of a hypocrite, as he hid his left eye and it’s scope under that thick, gold mane of his.

The taller man’s broad shoulders shook as he broke into a quiet laughter.

“You wanna see?” Tobi asked, leaning in slightly, raising a finger to wag in front of Deidara’s face. “Is Senpai curious?”

He held the gaze for a while, leaning in close enough to see the outline of a shadowed eye hidden beneath the mask. Suddenly, he laughed harder, that high childish laughter he was so unfortunately known for.

“Is that what Senpai’s bad mood is over? Are you trying to get me to take my mask off?”

Deidara scowled and gave Tobi a fuming growl. He’d look intimidating if he wasn’t 5′4 including his tall ponytail. 

Deidara wasn’t upset over that swirled, orange mask that hid Tobi’s true self! How thick was this man? Who did he think he was, assuming Deidara’s depressed mood was caused by an imbecile such as Tobi? 

Tobi caused irritant, yes.

But a stinging pain in his heart? A lump in his throat? No.

Eyes narrowing with fury darted towards the straps of the mask. Black-painted fingers clawed at the mask, ripping it off of the Uchiha’s face.

The sudden bold movement caught Tobi by surprise. Even catching the movements easily, he didn’t react in time to keep the mask in place. His hand shot up, only grabbing Deidara’s wrist after the mask was already torn away.

He held tight to Deidara’s wrist, trapping the other man only inches away from the Uchiha. His scarred face tilted down, big black eyes staring into Deidara’s.

“I didn’t think you’d actually ever be bold enough to do that.” He said in a low, quiet voice, completely changed from the shrill idiot’s banter from before. “Do you feel sated now? Or are you too blinded by your love for your deceased partner?”

“Of course I would be bold enough to do that, you jackass!”,Deidara thought to himself, “I’m one of the boldest people the akatsuki’s got!” Deidara glared into his eyes, protesting. “I never said that I loved him, yeah! So, don’t put words in my mouth!” 

His cheeks were pink and his heart rate fast. Deidara blushed with the shock and frustration from everything that was going on. 

Glaring further, Deidara noticed that Tobi had that specific, red eye, unique to the Uchiha clan. This further aggravated the blonde, causing him to try and yank his wrist away from Tobi.

Tobi let go suddenly, letting the blond’s bodyweight carry him back. The corner of one side of his mouth cracked up slightly.

“You didn’t need to say it. I’m no fool with love, I’ve had my share of brushes. Hell, even Hidan picked up on it and he’s an idiot.” Tobi bent down to pick up the discarded mask, eyeing the torn straps.

“I guess that can’t be helped.” He sighed, stashing it somewhere inside his coat. “Did you think you’ve been sligh about it? I’m sure even before his disappointing end, Sasori knew your constant bickering was more than that.”

Deidara didn’t even realise that he began to cry until he registered the cool wetness of tears drip along his collarbone. Great. By now, he must look like a mess, with his face smudged in watery blackness. How embarrassing. 

Although it was futile, Deidara still felt the need to argue and protest his feelings. “I wasn’t in love with him!” He groaned through gritted teeth. “I just miss being with him…” He began to cry some more, letting out a sniffle or two - he couldn’t help it - being such a mess. “and I’ll never see him again! It isn’t fair!” Deidara grabbed onto Tobi’s cloak, burying his tear stained, melting fave into the taller man’s chest, trying to find some form of comfort in this dark and vast sadness his soul has been residing in. 

“He was art…” Deidara cryptically added. 

Tobi’s eyes widened when the blond grabbed onto him, raising his arms in surprise. His heart thudded in his chest.

He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to argue Deidara’s last comment- bit back comments about how Sasori was a weak link in his organization, how disappointing his death at the hands of such a young shinobi was. It wouldn’t dry Deidara’s tears or make him love him any less.

All he could down was place his hands on Deidara’s shoulders, holding the younger boy in a loose embrace.

“B-because true art is fleeting and beautiful, and so was Sasori no Danna” Deidara sobbed into Tobi’s robe, wrapping his stitched up arms around Tobi’s waist.  

“That’s why transience is so artistic and beautiful, un…” Deidara continued to rant, “Because it’s the only promise we’ll ever be given…” 

This intense cathartic release felt so good to the former Iwa, so necessary, as if his soul was cleansing itself of excess clutter that piled up in the last few months. 

Tobi clenched his teeth listening to Deidara cry into his chest, his grip tightening on the boy’s shoulders.

“Life and death isn’t artistic…” He muttered finally. “Its the bitter reminder of the heartlessness of the shinobi world. Our own curse constantly reminding us of our roots.”

Tobi pushed away from Deidara’s clutch, Uchiha eyes staring down coldly at him. “Sasori served a bigger purpose. I expected more from him, but nonetheless he did procure a tailed beast. His art can live again through our work.”

The sudden change in Tobi’s personality confused and unsettled Deidara. Why did he suddenly become so serious? So factual and pessimistic? 

“Death is very artistic!” Deidara challenged, his art being the cause of many fatalities. “It’s so beautiful, it causes pain and bliss.” 

His eyes looked up to Tobi’s scarred face and dark eyes. Then, his gaze dropped back down to the floor, blonde hair falling back down in front of his face. 

“I expected more from him, too, like not dying at the hands of an old hag and a little girl…” he spat out, tongue acidic.

Tobi smirked, "Hold onto that anger then."

The taller man stepped forward, grabbing Deidara's chin and raising his face up to look at him. "You can change the world with such passion."

His smirk curled out into a full smile, his distorted features softening out into what one might have guessed Tobi actually looked like under the mask- a childlike face with a secret.

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Tobi’s usual gleeful persona began to really tear at Deidara’s mood. The blonde bomber wasn’t in the mood to deal with the frantic, silly, manic behaviour that the masked Uchiha would typically express, no, no, not at all! 

In fact, he wasn’t in the state to deal with anything at all! 

He didn’t even feel like sculpting today - art reminded him too much of the heated, but treasured arguments he had with the former partner he missed so dearly, the late Sasori of the Red Sand… 

Though he would never admit it, this loss caused a great deal of distress and depression to his young and vulnerable mind. 

But the young blonde reckoned it was just the transience of life.

He scoffed - it was so bizarre, so ironic, that the only eternal fact about life was transience!

His pale, thin hands squished at a lump of clay as he walked along the dirt road leading the duo to their next mission, head hung low to the soil as his hair fell forward, brushing into his face and in front of his chest. Deidara scowled at Tobi’s skipping and sing-song voice. 

“Tobi - can you please just shut up for a minute?” 

It wasn’t like Deidara ever really had a Good mood persay, but today seemed somehow especially worse. Usually by now, he’d have sculpted an arsenal of explosives to be used for later battles; it seemed so professional to Tobi, but it was probably closer to something like a psychotic obsession.

Whatever it was, Deidara was lacking it today. And his long philosophical rants about the nature of art and what traits a good Akatsuki memner should have that Tobi lacks. The silence was making him antsy.

Obviously the solution was to fill it himself, singinh songs about Deidara’s foul mood, occasionally pulling on the blond’s coat, dancing around him, pretending to forget what their mission was. Anything he could do to enrage the man, only to act surprised when Deidara finally snapped.

He let out an audible gasp, freezing in his tracks. “Senpai… are you mad at me?”

He could barely contain the laughter behind his mask, watching the rage build in his partner.

Deidara rolled his eyes as he slipped his hands together, joining them into a cross. “Obviously not.” He hissed back, sarcastically. 

Deidara slinked closer to the stopped brunette, swaying his face to his left shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted. He wasn’t just angry at Tobi… 

For the time being, he was angry at nearly everything.

“Why do you call me Senpai anyway? I’m younger than you!”

Tobi’s heart sped up as Deidara approached him, energy building up in his hands ready to burst. Picking on his partner always had that affect on him, it was one of the few joys he had in life. It almost reminded him of when he was younger.

“But Senpai, you’ve been in the organization for years now-” He said matter-of-factly, placing his hands on the cheeks of his mask. “I’ve only just joined. You have so many things to teach me.”

He let out a mischeviois chuckle. Despite his childlike demeanor, the blank face of his mask, the one dark opening of his mask- he gave off a vague looming feeling.

“I really don’t …” he sighed as began to traipse the soil road. He had become so heavy hearted, even his shoulders felt an indescribable weight upon them. “You learn as you go. Simple as that.”

Deidara continued to play with that lump of clay in his hands, sculpting it into an adorable little scorpion. 

This day was not going well for the terrorist. The sight of a scorpion only worsened the whole deal! Deidara quickly ruined it’s form, instead, changing the creation into his usual, avian design - an owl. 

Tobi watched curiously as Deidara turned away from him. It was obvious what was weighing on him, but he was surprised by it nonethless. Everyone in the organization was surrounded by death, it was what made each of them who they were and were long since desensitized by it.

“You’re the youngest member, huh?” Tobi said after a long silence, taking a few long strides to catch up yo Deidara, his arms swinging wildly at his arms. “Even younger than Itachi. I thought Sasori was younger, but then I found out about his whole… you know.”

He laughed hard, “What a weird guy right?”

Deidara grunted as he tensed up his shoulders, holding his sculpture close to him, almost in a hug. This was possibly for closer detail, possibly for comfort. One would have to look close enough to see it, but his big, blue eyes that were so well-adorned with cosmetics began to threaten a rain storm as they shimmered with tears that built up. 

Deidara tried so hard to remain hidden under a steadfast, stern bravado, but the walls he built began to weaken and crumble. 

He didn’t get it! What was wrong with him? He could annihilate dozens, hundreds, thousands - in the name of art - without any remorse or care whatsoever, and yet the death of the horrible, cold and callous monster he grew a fondness and respect towards managed to break his heart and change his personality. Even if Sasori called him a brat and insulted his art, even if his personality was as toxic as the poisons he was so well known for, the very thought that he’ll never get to see those dreamy mud-colored eyes and fiery locks brought a sharp sting to his heart. It was almost as if he was in love with Sasori…

Deidara shook his head at his own ridiculous thought and destroyed his artwork once again, the clay owl being kneaded into a clump once more.

“He was weird, yeah! So what?! You’re weird too. Imagine how weird you’d have to be to feel the need to hide under a mask!” Deidara’s short stature elongated until he was inches from the tall, masked figure’s face, hissing into his direction. 

The blonde was a bit of a hypocrite, as he hid his left eye and it’s scope under that thick, gold mane of his.

The taller man’s broad shoulders shook as he broke into a quiet laughter.

“You wanna see?” Tobi asked, leaning in slightly, raising a finger to wag in front of Deidara’s face. “Is Senpai curious?”

He held the gaze for a while, leaning in close enough to see the outline of a shadowed eye hidden beneath the mask. Suddenly, he laughed harder, that high childish laughter he was so unfortunately known for.

“Is that what Senpai’s bad mood is over? Are you trying to get me to take my mask off?”

Deidara scowled and gave Tobi a fuming growl. He’d look intimidating if he wasn’t 5′4 including his tall ponytail. 

Deidara wasn’t upset over that swirled, orange mask that hid Tobi’s true self! How thick was this man? Who did he think he was, assuming Deidara’s depressed mood was caused by an imbecile such as Tobi? 

Tobi caused irritant, yes.

But a stinging pain in his heart? A lump in his throat? No.

Eyes narrowing with fury darted towards the straps of the mask. Black-painted fingers clawed at the mask, ripping it off of the Uchiha’s face.

The sudden bold movement caught Tobi by surprise. Even catching the movements easily, he didn’t react in time to keep the mask in place. His hand shot up, only grabbing Deidara’s wrist after the mask was already torn away.

He held tight to Deidara’s wrist, trapping the other man only inches away from the Uchiha. His scarred face tilted down, big black eyes staring into Deidara’s.

“I didn’t think you’d actually ever be bold enough to do that.” He said in a low, quiet voice, completely changed from the shrill idiot’s banter from before. “Do you feel sated now? Or are you too blinded by your love for your deceased partner?”

“Of course I would be bold enough to do that, you jackass!”,Deidara thought to himself, “I’m one of the boldest people the akatsuki’s got!” Deidara glared into his eyes, protesting. “I never said that I loved him, yeah! So, don’t put words in my mouth!” 

His cheeks were pink and his heart rate fast. Deidara blushed with the shock and frustration from everything that was going on. 

Glaring further, Deidara noticed that Tobi had that specific, red eye, unique to the Uchiha clan. This further aggravated the blonde, causing him to try and yank his wrist away from Tobi.

Tobi let go suddenly, letting the blond’s bodyweight carry him back. The corner of one side of his mouth cracked up slightly.

“You didn’t need to say it. I’m no fool with love, I’ve had my share of brushes. Hell, even Hidan picked up on it and he’s an idiot.” Tobi bent down to pick up the discarded mask, eyeing the torn straps.

“I guess that can’t be helped.” He sighed, stashing it somewhere inside his coat. “Did you think you’ve been sligh about it? I’m sure even before his disappointing end, Sasori knew your constant bickering was more than that.”

Deidara didn’t even realise that he began to cry until he registered the cool wetness of tears drip along his collarbone. Great. By now, he must look like a mess, with his face smudged in watery blackness. How embarrassing. 

Although it was futile, Deidara still felt the need to argue and protest his feelings. “I wasn’t in love with him!” He groaned through gritted teeth. “I just miss being with him…” He began to cry some more, letting out a sniffle or two - he couldn’t help it - being such a mess. “and I’ll never see him again! It isn’t fair!” Deidara grabbed onto Tobi’s cloak, burying his tear stained, melting fave into the taller man’s chest, trying to find some form of comfort in this dark and vast sadness his soul has been residing in. 

“He was art…” Deidara cryptically added. 

Tobi’s eyes widened when the blond grabbed onto him, raising his arms in surprise. His heart thudded in his chest.

He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to argue Deidara’s last comment- bit back comments about how Sasori was a weak link in his organization, how disappointing his death at the hands of such a young shinobi was. It wouldn’t dry Deidara’s tears or make him love him any less.

All he could down was place his hands on Deidara’s shoulders, holding the younger boy in a loose embrace.

“B-because true art is fleeting and beautiful, and so was Sasori no Danna” Deidara sobbed into Tobi’s robe, wrapping his stitched up arms around Tobi’s waist.  

“That’s why transience is so artistic and beautiful, un…” Deidara continued to rant, “Because it’s the only promise we’ll ever be given…” 

This intense cathartic release felt so good to the former Iwa, so necessary, as if his soul was cleansing itself of excess clutter that piled up in the last few months. 

Tobi clenched his teeth listening to Deidara cry into his chest, his grip tightening on the boy's shoulders.

"Life and death isn't artistic..." He muttered finally. "Its the bitter reminder of the heartlessness of the shinobi world. Our own curse constantly reminding us of our roots."

Tobi pushed away from Deidara's clutch, Uchiha eyes staring down coldly at him. "Sasori served a bigger purpose. I expected more from him, but nonetheless he did procure a tailed beast. His art can live again through our work."

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@tittychakra

Tobi’s usual gleeful persona began to really tear at Deidara’s mood. The blonde bomber wasn’t in the mood to deal with the frantic, silly, manic behaviour that the masked Uchiha would typically express, no, no, not at all! 

In fact, he wasn’t in the state to deal with anything at all! 

He didn’t even feel like sculpting today - art reminded him too much of the heated, but treasured arguments he had with the former partner he missed so dearly, the late Sasori of the Red Sand… 

Though he would never admit it, this loss caused a great deal of distress and depression to his young and vulnerable mind. 

But the young blonde reckoned it was just the transience of life.

He scoffed - it was so bizarre, so ironic, that the only eternal fact about life was transience!

His pale, thin hands squished at a lump of clay as he walked along the dirt road leading the duo to their next mission, head hung low to the soil as his hair fell forward, brushing into his face and in front of his chest. Deidara scowled at Tobi’s skipping and sing-song voice. 

“Tobi - can you please just shut up for a minute?” 

It wasn’t like Deidara ever really had a Good mood persay, but today seemed somehow especially worse. Usually by now, he’d have sculpted an arsenal of explosives to be used for later battles; it seemed so professional to Tobi, but it was probably closer to something like a psychotic obsession.

Whatever it was, Deidara was lacking it today. And his long philosophical rants about the nature of art and what traits a good Akatsuki memner should have that Tobi lacks. The silence was making him antsy.

Obviously the solution was to fill it himself, singinh songs about Deidara’s foul mood, occasionally pulling on the blond’s coat, dancing around him, pretending to forget what their mission was. Anything he could do to enrage the man, only to act surprised when Deidara finally snapped.

He let out an audible gasp, freezing in his tracks. “Senpai… are you mad at me?”

He could barely contain the laughter behind his mask, watching the rage build in his partner.

Deidara rolled his eyes as he slipped his hands together, joining them into a cross. “Obviously not.” He hissed back, sarcastically. 

Deidara slinked closer to the stopped brunette, swaying his face to his left shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted. He wasn’t just angry at Tobi… 

For the time being, he was angry at nearly everything.

“Why do you call me Senpai anyway? I’m younger than you!”

Tobi’s heart sped up as Deidara approached him, energy building up in his hands ready to burst. Picking on his partner always had that affect on him, it was one of the few joys he had in life. It almost reminded him of when he was younger.

“But Senpai, you’ve been in the organization for years now-” He said matter-of-factly, placing his hands on the cheeks of his mask. “I’ve only just joined. You have so many things to teach me.”

He let out a mischeviois chuckle. Despite his childlike demeanor, the blank face of his mask, the one dark opening of his mask- he gave off a vague looming feeling.

“I really don’t …” he sighed as began to traipse the soil road. He had become so heavy hearted, even his shoulders felt an indescribable weight upon them. “You learn as you go. Simple as that.”

Deidara continued to play with that lump of clay in his hands, sculpting it into an adorable little scorpion. 

This day was not going well for the terrorist. The sight of a scorpion only worsened the whole deal! Deidara quickly ruined it’s form, instead, changing the creation into his usual, avian design - an owl. 

Tobi watched curiously as Deidara turned away from him. It was obvious what was weighing on him, but he was surprised by it nonethless. Everyone in the organization was surrounded by death, it was what made each of them who they were and were long since desensitized by it.

“You’re the youngest member, huh?” Tobi said after a long silence, taking a few long strides to catch up yo Deidara, his arms swinging wildly at his arms. “Even younger than Itachi. I thought Sasori was younger, but then I found out about his whole… you know.”

He laughed hard, “What a weird guy right?”

Deidara grunted as he tensed up his shoulders, holding his sculpture close to him, almost in a hug. This was possibly for closer detail, possibly for comfort. One would have to look close enough to see it, but his big, blue eyes that were so well-adorned with cosmetics began to threaten a rain storm as they shimmered with tears that built up. 

Deidara tried so hard to remain hidden under a steadfast, stern bravado, but the walls he built began to weaken and crumble. 

He didn’t get it! What was wrong with him? He could annihilate dozens, hundreds, thousands - in the name of art - without any remorse or care whatsoever, and yet the death of the horrible, cold and callous monster he grew a fondness and respect towards managed to break his heart and change his personality. Even if Sasori called him a brat and insulted his art, even if his personality was as toxic as the poisons he was so well known for, the very thought that he’ll never get to see those dreamy mud-colored eyes and fiery locks brought a sharp sting to his heart. It was almost as if he was in love with Sasori…

Deidara shook his head at his own ridiculous thought and destroyed his artwork once again, the clay owl being kneaded into a clump once more.

“He was weird, yeah! So what?! You’re weird too. Imagine how weird you’d have to be to feel the need to hide under a mask!” Deidara’s short stature elongated until he was inches from the tall, masked figure’s face, hissing into his direction. 

The blonde was a bit of a hypocrite, as he hid his left eye and it’s scope under that thick, gold mane of his.

The taller man’s broad shoulders shook as he broke into a quiet laughter.

“You wanna see?” Tobi asked, leaning in slightly, raising a finger to wag in front of Deidara’s face. “Is Senpai curious?”

He held the gaze for a while, leaning in close enough to see the outline of a shadowed eye hidden beneath the mask. Suddenly, he laughed harder, that high childish laughter he was so unfortunately known for.

“Is that what Senpai’s bad mood is over? Are you trying to get me to take my mask off?”

Deidara scowled and gave Tobi a fuming growl. He’d look intimidating if he wasn’t 5′4 including his tall ponytail. 

Deidara wasn’t upset over that swirled, orange mask that hid Tobi’s true self! How thick was this man? Who did he think he was, assuming Deidara’s depressed mood was caused by an imbecile such as Tobi? 

Tobi caused irritant, yes.

But a stinging pain in his heart? A lump in his throat? No.

Eyes narrowing with fury darted towards the straps of the mask. Black-painted fingers clawed at the mask, ripping it off of the Uchiha’s face.

The sudden bold movement caught Tobi by surprise. Even catching the movements easily, he didn’t react in time to keep the mask in place. His hand shot up, only grabbing Deidara’s wrist after the mask was already torn away.

He held tight to Deidara’s wrist, trapping the other man only inches away from the Uchiha. His scarred face tilted down, big black eyes staring into Deidara’s.

“I didn’t think you’d actually ever be bold enough to do that.” He said in a low, quiet voice, completely changed from the shrill idiot’s banter from before. “Do you feel sated now? Or are you too blinded by your love for your deceased partner?”

“Of course I would be bold enough to do that, you jackass!”,Deidara thought to himself, “I’m one of the boldest people the akatsuki’s got!” Deidara glared into his eyes, protesting. “I never said that I loved him, yeah! So, don’t put words in my mouth!” 

His cheeks were pink and his heart rate fast. Deidara blushed with the shock and frustration from everything that was going on. 

Glaring further, Deidara noticed that Tobi had that specific, red eye, unique to the Uchiha clan. This further aggravated the blonde, causing him to try and yank his wrist away from Tobi.

Tobi let go suddenly, letting the blond’s bodyweight carry him back. The corner of one side of his mouth cracked up slightly.

“You didn’t need to say it. I’m no fool with love, I’ve had my share of brushes. Hell, even Hidan picked up on it and he’s an idiot.” Tobi bent down to pick up the discarded mask, eyeing the torn straps.

“I guess that can’t be helped.” He sighed, stashing it somewhere inside his coat. “Did you think you’ve been sligh about it? I’m sure even before his disappointing end, Sasori knew your constant bickering was more than that.”

Deidara didn’t even realise that he began to cry until he registered the cool wetness of tears drip along his collarbone. Great. By now, he must look like a mess, with his face smudged in watery blackness. How embarrassing. 

Although it was futile, Deidara still felt the need to argue and protest his feelings. “I wasn’t in love with him!” He groaned through gritted teeth. “I just miss being with him…” He began to cry some more, letting out a sniffle or two - he couldn’t help it - being such a mess. “and I’ll never see him again! It isn’t fair!” Deidara grabbed onto Tobi’s cloak, burying his tear stained, melting fave into the taller man’s chest, trying to find some form of comfort in this dark and vast sadness his soul has been residing in. 

“He was art…” Deidara cryptically added. 

Tobi's eyes widened when the blond grabbed onto him, raising his arms in surprise. His heart thudded in his chest.

He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to argue Deidara's last comment- bit back comments about how Sasori was a weak link in his organization, how disappointing his death at the hands of such a young shinobi was. It wouldn't dry Deidara's tears or make him love him any less.

All he could down was place his hands on Deidara's shoulders, holding the younger boy in a loose embrace.

TobiDei RP

@tittychakra

Tobi’s usual gleeful persona began to really tear at Deidara’s mood. The blonde bomber wasn’t in the mood to deal with the frantic, silly, manic behaviour that the masked Uchiha would typically express, no, no, not at all! 

In fact, he wasn’t in the state to deal with anything at all! 

He didn’t even feel like sculpting today - art reminded him too much of the heated, but treasured arguments he had with the former partner he missed so dearly, the late Sasori of the Red Sand… 

Though he would never admit it, this loss caused a great deal of distress and depression to his young and vulnerable mind. 

But the young blonde reckoned it was just the transience of life.

He scoffed - it was so bizarre, so ironic, that the only eternal fact about life was transience!

His pale, thin hands squished at a lump of clay as he walked along the dirt road leading the duo to their next mission, head hung low to the soil as his hair fell forward, brushing into his face and in front of his chest. Deidara scowled at Tobi’s skipping and sing-song voice. 

“Tobi - can you please just shut up for a minute?” 

It wasn’t like Deidara ever really had a Good mood persay, but today seemed somehow especially worse. Usually by now, he’d have sculpted an arsenal of explosives to be used for later battles; it seemed so professional to Tobi, but it was probably closer to something like a psychotic obsession.

Whatever it was, Deidara was lacking it today. And his long philosophical rants about the nature of art and what traits a good Akatsuki memner should have that Tobi lacks. The silence was making him antsy.

Obviously the solution was to fill it himself, singinh songs about Deidara’s foul mood, occasionally pulling on the blond’s coat, dancing around him, pretending to forget what their mission was. Anything he could do to enrage the man, only to act surprised when Deidara finally snapped.

He let out an audible gasp, freezing in his tracks. “Senpai… are you mad at me?”

He could barely contain the laughter behind his mask, watching the rage build in his partner.

Deidara rolled his eyes as he slipped his hands together, joining them into a cross. “Obviously not.” He hissed back, sarcastically. 

Deidara slinked closer to the stopped brunette, swaying his face to his left shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted. He wasn’t just angry at Tobi… 

For the time being, he was angry at nearly everything.

“Why do you call me Senpai anyway? I’m younger than you!”

Tobi’s heart sped up as Deidara approached him, energy building up in his hands ready to burst. Picking on his partner always had that affect on him, it was one of the few joys he had in life. It almost reminded him of when he was younger.

“But Senpai, you’ve been in the organization for years now-” He said matter-of-factly, placing his hands on the cheeks of his mask. “I’ve only just joined. You have so many things to teach me.”

He let out a mischeviois chuckle. Despite his childlike demeanor, the blank face of his mask, the one dark opening of his mask- he gave off a vague looming feeling.

“I really don’t …” he sighed as began to traipse the soil road. He had become so heavy hearted, even his shoulders felt an indescribable weight upon them. “You learn as you go. Simple as that.”

Deidara continued to play with that lump of clay in his hands, sculpting it into an adorable little scorpion. 

This day was not going well for the terrorist. The sight of a scorpion only worsened the whole deal! Deidara quickly ruined it’s form, instead, changing the creation into his usual, avian design - an owl. 

Tobi watched curiously as Deidara turned away from him. It was obvious what was weighing on him, but he was surprised by it nonethless. Everyone in the organization was surrounded by death, it was what made each of them who they were and were long since desensitized by it.

“You’re the youngest member, huh?” Tobi said after a long silence, taking a few long strides to catch up yo Deidara, his arms swinging wildly at his arms. “Even younger than Itachi. I thought Sasori was younger, but then I found out about his whole… you know.”

He laughed hard, “What a weird guy right?”

Deidara grunted as he tensed up his shoulders, holding his sculpture close to him, almost in a hug. This was possibly for closer detail, possibly for comfort. One would have to look close enough to see it, but his big, blue eyes that were so well-adorned with cosmetics began to threaten a rain storm as they shimmered with tears that built up. 

Deidara tried so hard to remain hidden under a steadfast, stern bravado, but the walls he built began to weaken and crumble. 

He didn’t get it! What was wrong with him? He could annihilate dozens, hundreds, thousands - in the name of art - without any remorse or care whatsoever, and yet the death of the horrible, cold and callous monster he grew a fondness and respect towards managed to break his heart and change his personality. Even if Sasori called him a brat and insulted his art, even if his personality was as toxic as the poisons he was so well known for, the very thought that he’ll never get to see those dreamy mud-colored eyes and fiery locks brought a sharp sting to his heart. It was almost as if he was in love with Sasori…

Deidara shook his head at his own ridiculous thought and destroyed his artwork once again, the clay owl being kneaded into a clump once more.

“He was weird, yeah! So what?! You’re weird too. Imagine how weird you’d have to be to feel the need to hide under a mask!” Deidara’s short stature elongated until he was inches from the tall, masked figure’s face, hissing into his direction. 

The blonde was a bit of a hypocrite, as he hid his left eye and it’s scope under that thick, gold mane of his.

The taller man’s broad shoulders shook as he broke into a quiet laughter.

“You wanna see?” Tobi asked, leaning in slightly, raising a finger to wag in front of Deidara’s face. “Is Senpai curious?”

He held the gaze for a while, leaning in close enough to see the outline of a shadowed eye hidden beneath the mask. Suddenly, he laughed harder, that high childish laughter he was so unfortunately known for.

“Is that what Senpai’s bad mood is over? Are you trying to get me to take my mask off?”

Deidara scowled and gave Tobi a fuming growl. He’d look intimidating if he wasn’t 5′4 including his tall ponytail. 

Deidara wasn’t upset over that swirled, orange mask that hid Tobi’s true self! How thick was this man? Who did he think he was, assuming Deidara’s depressed mood was caused by an imbecile such as Tobi? 

Tobi caused irritant, yes.

But a stinging pain in his heart? A lump in his throat? No.

Eyes narrowing with fury darted towards the straps of the mask. Black-painted fingers clawed at the mask, ripping it off of the Uchiha’s face.

The sudden bold movement caught Tobi by surprise. Even catching the movements easily, he didn’t react in time to keep the mask in place. His hand shot up, only grabbing Deidara’s wrist after the mask was already torn away.

He held tight to Deidara’s wrist, trapping the other man only inches away from the Uchiha. His scarred face tilted down, big black eyes staring into Deidara’s.

“I didn’t think you’d actually ever be bold enough to do that.” He said in a low, quiet voice, completely changed from the shrill idiot’s banter from before. “Do you feel sated now? Or are you too blinded by your love for your deceased partner?”

“Of course I would be bold enough to do that, you jackass!”,Deidara thought to himself, “I’m one of the boldest people the akatsuki’s got!” Deidara glared into his eyes, protesting. “I never said that I loved him, yeah! So, don’t put words in my mouth!” 

His cheeks were pink and his heart rate fast. Deidara blushed with the shock and frustration from everything that was going on. 

Glaring further, Deidara noticed that Tobi had that specific, red eye, unique to the Uchiha clan. This further aggravated the blonde, causing him to try and yank his wrist away from Tobi.

Tobi let go suddenly, letting the blond's bodyweight carry him back. The corner of one side of his mouth cracked up slightly.

"You didn't need to say it. I'm no fool with love, I've had my share of brushes. Hell, even Hidan picked up on it and he's an idiot." Tobi bent down to pick up the discarded mask, eyeing the torn straps.

"I guess that can't be helped." He sighed, stashing it somewhere inside his coat. "Did you think you've been sligh about it? I'm sure even before his disappointing end, Sasori knew your constant bickering was more than that."

TobiDei RP

@tittychakra

Tobi’s usual gleeful persona began to really tear at Deidara’s mood. The blonde bomber wasn’t in the mood to deal with the frantic, silly, manic behaviour that the masked Uchiha would typically express, no, no, not at all! 

In fact, he wasn’t in the state to deal with anything at all! 

He didn’t even feel like sculpting today - art reminded him too much of the heated, but treasured arguments he had with the former partner he missed so dearly, the late Sasori of the Red Sand… 

Though he would never admit it, this loss caused a great deal of distress and depression to his young and vulnerable mind. 

But the young blonde reckoned it was just the transience of life.

He scoffed - it was so bizarre, so ironic, that the only eternal fact about life was transience!

His pale, thin hands squished at a lump of clay as he walked along the dirt road leading the duo to their next mission, head hung low to the soil as his hair fell forward, brushing into his face and in front of his chest. Deidara scowled at Tobi’s skipping and sing-song voice. 

“Tobi - can you please just shut up for a minute?” 

It wasn’t like Deidara ever really had a Good mood persay, but today seemed somehow especially worse. Usually by now, he’d have sculpted an arsenal of explosives to be used for later battles; it seemed so professional to Tobi, but it was probably closer to something like a psychotic obsession.

Whatever it was, Deidara was lacking it today. And his long philosophical rants about the nature of art and what traits a good Akatsuki memner should have that Tobi lacks. The silence was making him antsy.

Obviously the solution was to fill it himself, singinh songs about Deidara’s foul mood, occasionally pulling on the blond’s coat, dancing around him, pretending to forget what their mission was. Anything he could do to enrage the man, only to act surprised when Deidara finally snapped.

He let out an audible gasp, freezing in his tracks. “Senpai… are you mad at me?”

He could barely contain the laughter behind his mask, watching the rage build in his partner.

Deidara rolled his eyes as he slipped his hands together, joining them into a cross. “Obviously not.” He hissed back, sarcastically. 

Deidara slinked closer to the stopped brunette, swaying his face to his left shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted. He wasn’t just angry at Tobi… 

For the time being, he was angry at nearly everything.

“Why do you call me Senpai anyway? I’m younger than you!”

Tobi’s heart sped up as Deidara approached him, energy building up in his hands ready to burst. Picking on his partner always had that affect on him, it was one of the few joys he had in life. It almost reminded him of when he was younger.

“But Senpai, you’ve been in the organization for years now-” He said matter-of-factly, placing his hands on the cheeks of his mask. “I’ve only just joined. You have so many things to teach me.”

He let out a mischeviois chuckle. Despite his childlike demeanor, the blank face of his mask, the one dark opening of his mask- he gave off a vague looming feeling.

“I really don’t …” he sighed as began to traipse the soil road. He had become so heavy hearted, even his shoulders felt an indescribable weight upon them. “You learn as you go. Simple as that.”

Deidara continued to play with that lump of clay in his hands, sculpting it into an adorable little scorpion. 

This day was not going well for the terrorist. The sight of a scorpion only worsened the whole deal! Deidara quickly ruined it’s form, instead, changing the creation into his usual, avian design - an owl. 

Tobi watched curiously as Deidara turned away from him. It was obvious what was weighing on him, but he was surprised by it nonethless. Everyone in the organization was surrounded by death, it was what made each of them who they were and were long since desensitized by it.

“You’re the youngest member, huh?” Tobi said after a long silence, taking a few long strides to catch up yo Deidara, his arms swinging wildly at his arms. “Even younger than Itachi. I thought Sasori was younger, but then I found out about his whole… you know.”

He laughed hard, “What a weird guy right?”

Deidara grunted as he tensed up his shoulders, holding his sculpture close to him, almost in a hug. This was possibly for closer detail, possibly for comfort. One would have to look close enough to see it, but his big, blue eyes that were so well-adorned with cosmetics began to threaten a rain storm as they shimmered with tears that built up. 

Deidara tried so hard to remain hidden under a steadfast, stern bravado, but the walls he built began to weaken and crumble. 

He didn’t get it! What was wrong with him? He could annihilate dozens, hundreds, thousands - in the name of art - without any remorse or care whatsoever, and yet the death of the horrible, cold and callous monster he grew a fondness and respect towards managed to break his heart and change his personality. Even if Sasori called him a brat and insulted his art, even if his personality was as toxic as the poisons he was so well known for, the very thought that he’ll never get to see those dreamy mud-colored eyes and fiery locks brought a sharp sting to his heart. It was almost as if he was in love with Sasori…

Deidara shook his head at his own ridiculous thought and destroyed his artwork once again, the clay owl being kneaded into a clump once more.

“He was weird, yeah! So what?! You’re weird too. Imagine how weird you’d have to be to feel the need to hide under a mask!” Deidara’s short stature elongated until he was inches from the tall, masked figure’s face, hissing into his direction. 

The blonde was a bit of a hypocrite, as he hid his left eye and it’s scope under that thick, gold mane of his.

The taller man’s broad shoulders shook as he broke into a quiet laughter.

“You wanna see?” Tobi asked, leaning in slightly, raising a finger to wag in front of Deidara’s face. “Is Senpai curious?”

He held the gaze for a while, leaning in close enough to see the outline of a shadowed eye hidden beneath the mask. Suddenly, he laughed harder, that high childish laughter he was so unfortunately known for.

“Is that what Senpai’s bad mood is over? Are you trying to get me to take my mask off?”

Deidara scowled and gave Tobi a fuming growl. He’d look intimidating if he wasn’t 5′4 including his tall ponytail. 

Deidara wasn’t upset over that swirled, orange mask that hid Tobi’s true self! How thick was this man? Who did he think he was, assuming Deidara’s depressed mood was caused by an imbecile such as Tobi? 

Tobi caused irritant, yes.

But a stinging pain in his heart? A lump in his throat? No.

Eyes narrowing with fury darted towards the straps of the mask. Black-painted fingers clawed at the mask, ripping it off of the Uchiha’s face.

The sudden bold movement caught Tobi by surprise. Even catching the movements easily, he didn't react in time to keep the mask in place. His hand shot up, only grabbing Deidara's wrist after the mask was already torn away.

He held tight to Deidara's wrist, trapping the other man only inches away from the Uchiha. His scarred face tilted down, big black eyes staring into Deidara's.

"I didn't think you'd actually ever be bold enough to do that." He said in a low, quiet voice, completely changed from the shrill idiot's banter from before. "Do you feel sated now? Or are you too blinded by your love for your deceased partner?"

TobiDei RP

@tittychakra

Tobi’s usual gleeful persona began to really tear at Deidara’s mood. The blonde bomber wasn’t in the mood to deal with the frantic, silly, manic behaviour that the masked Uchiha would typically express, no, no, not at all! 

In fact, he wasn’t in the state to deal with anything at all! 

He didn’t even feel like sculpting today - art reminded him too much of the heated, but treasured arguments he had with the former partner he missed so dearly, the late Sasori of the Red Sand… 

Though he would never admit it, this loss caused a great deal of distress and depression to his young and vulnerable mind. 

But the young blonde reckoned it was just the transience of life.

He scoffed - it was so bizarre, so ironic, that the only eternal fact about life was transience!

His pale, thin hands squished at a lump of clay as he walked along the dirt road leading the duo to their next mission, head hung low to the soil as his hair fell forward, brushing into his face and in front of his chest. Deidara scowled at Tobi’s skipping and sing-song voice. 

“Tobi - can you please just shut up for a minute?” 

It wasn’t like Deidara ever really had a Good mood persay, but today seemed somehow especially worse. Usually by now, he’d have sculpted an arsenal of explosives to be used for later battles; it seemed so professional to Tobi, but it was probably closer to something like a psychotic obsession.

Whatever it was, Deidara was lacking it today. And his long philosophical rants about the nature of art and what traits a good Akatsuki memner should have that Tobi lacks. The silence was making him antsy.

Obviously the solution was to fill it himself, singinh songs about Deidara’s foul mood, occasionally pulling on the blond’s coat, dancing around him, pretending to forget what their mission was. Anything he could do to enrage the man, only to act surprised when Deidara finally snapped.

He let out an audible gasp, freezing in his tracks. “Senpai… are you mad at me?”

He could barely contain the laughter behind his mask, watching the rage build in his partner.

Deidara rolled his eyes as he slipped his hands together, joining them into a cross. “Obviously not.” He hissed back, sarcastically. 

Deidara slinked closer to the stopped brunette, swaying his face to his left shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted. He wasn’t just angry at Tobi… 

For the time being, he was angry at nearly everything.

“Why do you call me Senpai anyway? I’m younger than you!”

Tobi’s heart sped up as Deidara approached him, energy building up in his hands ready to burst. Picking on his partner always had that affect on him, it was one of the few joys he had in life. It almost reminded him of when he was younger.

“But Senpai, you’ve been in the organization for years now-” He said matter-of-factly, placing his hands on the cheeks of his mask. “I’ve only just joined. You have so many things to teach me.”

He let out a mischeviois chuckle. Despite his childlike demeanor, the blank face of his mask, the one dark opening of his mask- he gave off a vague looming feeling.

“I really don’t …” he sighed as began to traipse the soil road. He had become so heavy hearted, even his shoulders felt an indescribable weight upon them. “You learn as you go. Simple as that.”

Deidara continued to play with that lump of clay in his hands, sculpting it into an adorable little scorpion. 

This day was not going well for the terrorist. The sight of a scorpion only worsened the whole deal! Deidara quickly ruined it’s form, instead, changing the creation into his usual, avian design - an owl. 

Tobi watched curiously as Deidara turned away from him. It was obvious what was weighing on him, but he was surprised by it nonethless. Everyone in the organization was surrounded by death, it was what made each of them who they were and were long since desensitized by it.

“You’re the youngest member, huh?” Tobi said after a long silence, taking a few long strides to catch up yo Deidara, his arms swinging wildly at his arms. “Even younger than Itachi. I thought Sasori was younger, but then I found out about his whole… you know.”

He laughed hard, “What a weird guy right?”

Deidara grunted as he tensed up his shoulders, holding his sculpture close to him, almost in a hug. This was possibly for closer detail, possibly for comfort. One would have to look close enough to see it, but his big, blue eyes that were so well-adorned with cosmetics began to threaten a rain storm as they shimmered with tears that built up. 

Deidara tried so hard to remain hidden under a steadfast, stern bravado, but the walls he built began to weaken and crumble. 

He didn’t get it! What was wrong with him? He could annihilate dozens, hundreds, thousands - in the name of art - without any remorse or care whatsoever, and yet the death of the horrible, cold and callous monster he grew a fondness and respect towards managed to break his heart and change his personality. Even if Sasori called him a brat and insulted his art, even if his personality was as toxic as the poisons he was so well known for, the very thought that he’ll never get to see those dreamy mud-colored eyes and fiery locks brought a sharp sting to his heart. It was almost as if he was in love with Sasori…

Deidara shook his head at his own ridiculous thought and destroyed his artwork once again, the clay owl being kneaded into a clump once more.

“He was weird, yeah! So what?! You’re weird too. Imagine how weird you’d have to be to feel the need to hide under a mask!” Deidara’s short stature elongated until he was inches from the tall, masked figure’s face, hissing into his direction. 

The blonde was a bit of a hypocrite, as he hid his left eye and it’s scope under that thick, gold mane of his.

The taller man's broad shoulders shook as he broke into a quiet laughter.

"You wanna see?" Tobi asked, leaning in slightly, raising a finger to wag in front of Deidara's face. "Is Senpai curious?"

He held the gaze for a while, leaning in close enough to see the outline of a shadowed eye hidden beneath the mask. Suddenly, he laughed harder, that high childish laughter he was so unfortunately known for.

"Is that what Senpai's bad mood is over? Are you trying to get me to take my mask off?"

TobiDei RP

@tittychakra

Tobi’s usual gleeful persona began to really tear at Deidara’s mood. The blonde bomber wasn’t in the mood to deal with the frantic, silly, manic behaviour that the masked Uchiha would typically express, no, no, not at all! 

In fact, he wasn’t in the state to deal with anything at all! 

He didn’t even feel like sculpting today - art reminded him too much of the heated, but treasured arguments he had with the former partner he missed so dearly, the late Sasori of the Red Sand… 

Though he would never admit it, this loss caused a great deal of distress and depression to his young and vulnerable mind. 

But the young blonde reckoned it was just the transience of life.

He scoffed - it was so bizarre, so ironic, that the only eternal fact about life was transience!

His pale, thin hands squished at a lump of clay as he walked along the dirt road leading the duo to their next mission, head hung low to the soil as his hair fell forward, brushing into his face and in front of his chest. Deidara scowled at Tobi’s skipping and sing-song voice. 

“Tobi - can you please just shut up for a minute?” 

It wasn’t like Deidara ever really had a Good mood persay, but today seemed somehow especially worse. Usually by now, he’d have sculpted an arsenal of explosives to be used for later battles; it seemed so professional to Tobi, but it was probably closer to something like a psychotic obsession.

Whatever it was, Deidara was lacking it today. And his long philosophical rants about the nature of art and what traits a good Akatsuki memner should have that Tobi lacks. The silence was making him antsy.

Obviously the solution was to fill it himself, singinh songs about Deidara’s foul mood, occasionally pulling on the blond’s coat, dancing around him, pretending to forget what their mission was. Anything he could do to enrage the man, only to act surprised when Deidara finally snapped.

He let out an audible gasp, freezing in his tracks. “Senpai… are you mad at me?”

He could barely contain the laughter behind his mask, watching the rage build in his partner.

Deidara rolled his eyes as he slipped his hands together, joining them into a cross. “Obviously not.” He hissed back, sarcastically. 

Deidara slinked closer to the stopped brunette, swaying his face to his left shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted. He wasn’t just angry at Tobi… 

For the time being, he was angry at nearly everything.

“Why do you call me Senpai anyway? I’m younger than you!”

Tobi’s heart sped up as Deidara approached him, energy building up in his hands ready to burst. Picking on his partner always had that affect on him, it was one of the few joys he had in life. It almost reminded him of when he was younger.

“But Senpai, you’ve been in the organization for years now-” He said matter-of-factly, placing his hands on the cheeks of his mask. “I’ve only just joined. You have so many things to teach me.”

He let out a mischeviois chuckle. Despite his childlike demeanor, the blank face of his mask, the one dark opening of his mask- he gave off a vague looming feeling.

“I really don’t …” he sighed as began to traipse the soil road. He had become so heavy hearted, even his shoulders felt an indescribable weight upon them. “You learn as you go. Simple as that.”

Deidara continued to play with that lump of clay in his hands, sculpting it into an adorable little scorpion. 

This day was not going well for the terrorist. The sight of a scorpion only worsened the whole deal! Deidara quickly ruined it’s form, instead, changing the creation into his usual, avian design - an owl. 

Tobi watched curiously as Deidara turned away from him. It was obvious what was weighing on him, but he was surprised by it nonethless. Everyone in the organization was surrounded by death, it was what made each of them who they were and were long since desensitized by it.

"You're the youngest member, huh?" Tobi said after a long silence, taking a few long strides to catch up yo Deidara, his arms swinging wildly at his arms. "Even younger than Itachi. I thought Sasori was younger, but then I found out about his whole... you know."

He laughed hard, "What a weird guy right?"

TobiDei RP

@tittychakra

Tobi’s usual gleeful persona began to really tear at Deidara’s mood. The blonde bomber wasn’t in the mood to deal with the frantic, silly, manic behaviour that the masked Uchiha would typically express, no, no, not at all! 

In fact, he wasn’t in the state to deal with anything at all! 

He didn’t even feel like sculpting today - art reminded him too much of the heated, but treasured arguments he had with the former partner he missed so dearly, the late Sasori of the Red Sand… 

Though he would never admit it, this loss caused a great deal of distress and depression to his young and vulnerable mind. 

But the young blonde reckoned it was just the transience of life.

He scoffed - it was so bizarre, so ironic, that the only eternal fact about life was transience!

His pale, thin hands squished at a lump of clay as he walked along the dirt road leading the duo to their next mission, head hung low to the soil as his hair fell forward, brushing into his face and in front of his chest. Deidara scowled at Tobi’s skipping and sing-song voice. 

“Tobi - can you please just shut up for a minute?” 

It wasn’t like Deidara ever really had a Good mood persay, but today seemed somehow especially worse. Usually by now, he’d have sculpted an arsenal of explosives to be used for later battles; it seemed so professional to Tobi, but it was probably closer to something like a psychotic obsession.

Whatever it was, Deidara was lacking it today. And his long philosophical rants about the nature of art and what traits a good Akatsuki memner should have that Tobi lacks. The silence was making him antsy.

Obviously the solution was to fill it himself, singinh songs about Deidara’s foul mood, occasionally pulling on the blond’s coat, dancing around him, pretending to forget what their mission was. Anything he could do to enrage the man, only to act surprised when Deidara finally snapped.

He let out an audible gasp, freezing in his tracks. “Senpai… are you mad at me?”

He could barely contain the laughter behind his mask, watching the rage build in his partner.

Deidara rolled his eyes as he slipped his hands together, joining them into a cross. “Obviously not.” He hissed back, sarcastically. 

Deidara slinked closer to the stopped brunette, swaying his face to his left shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted. He wasn’t just angry at Tobi… 

For the time being, he was angry at nearly everything.

“Why do you call me Senpai anyway? I’m younger than you!”

Tobi's heart sped up as Deidara approached him, energy building up in his hands ready to burst. Picking on his partner always had that affect on him, it was one of the few joys he had in life. It almost reminded him of when he was younger.

"But Senpai, you've been in the organization for years now-" He said matter-of-factly, placing his hands on the cheeks of his mask. "I've only just joined. You have so many things to teach me."

He let out a mischeviois chuckle. Despite his childlike demeanor, the blank face of his mask, the one dark opening of his mask- he gave off a vague looming feeling.

TobiDei RP

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Tobi’s usual gleeful persona began to really tear at Deidara’s mood. The blonde bomber wasn’t in the mood to deal with the frantic, silly, manic behaviour that the masked Uchiha would typically express, no, no, not at all! 

In fact, he wasn’t in the state to deal with anything at all! 

He didn’t even feel like sculpting today - art reminded him too much of the heated, but treasured arguments he had with the former partner he missed so dearly, the late Sasori of the Red Sand… 

Though he would never admit it, this loss caused a great deal of distress and depression to his young and vulnerable mind. 

But the young blonde reckoned it was just the transience of life.

He scoffed - it was so bizarre, so ironic, that the only eternal fact about life was transience!

His pale, thin hands squished at a lump of clay as he walked along the dirt road leading the duo to their next mission, head hung low to the soil as his hair fell forward, brushing into his face and in front of his chest. Deidara scowled at Tobi’s skipping and sing-song voice. 

“Tobi - can you please just shut up for a minute?” 

It wasn't like Deidara ever really had a Good mood persay, but today seemed somehow especially worse. Usually by now, he'd have sculpted an arsenal of explosives to be used for later battles; it seemed so professional to Tobi, but it was probably closer to something like a psychotic obsession.

Whatever it was, Deidara was lacking it today. And his long philosophical rants about the nature of art and what traits a good Akatsuki memner should have that Tobi lacks. The silence was making him antsy.

Obviously the solution was to fill it himself, singinh songs about Deidara's foul mood, occasionally pulling on the blond's coat, dancing around him, pretending to forget what their mission was. Anything he could do to enrage the man, only to act surprised when Deidara finally snapped.

He let out an audible gasp, freezing in his tracks. "Senpai... are you mad at me?"

He could barely contain the laughter behind his mask, watching the rage build in his partner.

Happy Birthday Itachi!

<3

I wish I had more time to work, so here is something fairly quick! ^^;

I really like… rain (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ))

SUPPORT ME BY BUYING ME A COFFEE!! 

It will help me a lot,, plus I will get motivated to do more trashy art on tumblr!! 

I’ll try to make comics once a week,, and I might be behind w/ posting on Tapas.io…

But I need money so I might most likely spend more time doing commissions! 

REBLOG AKATSUKI TRASH HERE

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BONUS:

kankuro: i cant fucking stand gaara hes such a brat i dont–

gaara: *gets punched one (1) time during the chunin exams*

kankuro:

otp.

kazoo and kiss me doot doot

There’s some actual shippy sketches of them coming up soon because I got two requests for KakuKisa or whatever the pairing name is aka one Land Shark and 100 angry squids in a man costume

honestly I’m warming up to this pair, good shit