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Is it bad to want some ZetsuDei. .

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can we stop and appreciate how cute sasori looks here

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Gunna eat dinner and just watch others while I eat. I dun like to type as I eat pfft. Like this if I owe a reply.

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"Sasori?" The artist questioned. He didn't mind being with the puppet master. He was good company, kept to himself, and at least left Deidara alone to do his own thing. Though their art views were completely different, and that's what Deidara couldn't stand about Sasori. The red head always had to be right. And it drove the blonde mad. "I guess being with Sasori wouldn't be so bad." If he would at least accept his art.

“Deidara I’ve wondered where you have been how did your mission go?” Pein was curious what happened to the blonde bomber of the Akatsuki as they have not seen each other in a while.

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"Why would you wonder where I have been? It's not like I was doing anything stupid, yeah." Deidara replied to the arrogant leader. "The mission went as planned, though I might have been a little carried away when it came to ridding of evidence."

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“Deidara I’ve wondered where you have been how did your mission go?” Pein was curious what happened to the blonde bomber of the Akatsuki as they have not seen each other in a while.

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The blonde currently walking casually, noticed the stranger as they had introduced themselves. Mizar? Interesting name. The bow is what caught Deidara off guard. He never really had anyone bow to him in respect. This made the blonde smirk proudly, doing the same and doing a curt, polite bow. "My name's Deidara. Likewise, it's nice to meet you as well, yeah."

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Another newcomer?  While Mizar loved meeting new people, it could have sworn it had seen this one before…  Maybe it was another version of someone the Septentrione had met?  Well, it would find out soon enough after introducing itself.  “Hello,” Mizar said, bowing as a show of respect, “I’m Mizar.  It’s nice to meet you.”

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"I don't care about what 'respect' I have for my elders. If they don't appreciate my art, then I won't be appreciating them."

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“Deidara, how are you?”

And your hands. How are they?

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"I'm fine. Though I wouldn't expect to be asked that by the likes of you, yeah."

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“Deidara, how are you?”

And your hands. How are they?

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Click. The phone hung up, and Mello waved away the men who escorted this person. Long, blonde hair, covering an eye of the male. Some sort of, headband? Eyes narrowed, tilting his head. How odd. This is a unique appearance to have. The man’s tongue flitted from his mouth for a moment to wet his lips.

“Privyet. My name is Mello. You must be from the Baltimore faction.” It was a fair assumption that there would be somebody representing the new extension of the mafia. Baltimore was a strange city with an interesting fashion scene— it was plausible.

Watching the men leave behind him, Deidara regained his attention on the male in the room. He felt Mello studying him, probably who he was, and where he came from. And just as Mello spoke, his thoughts were correct. "Mello huh?" Interesting name to say the least. The blonde wondered if it was a sort of nickname, but he didn't ask further. "The name's Deidara. An no, I'm not from some Baltimore faction or whatever that is.

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He was distracted on the phone, dealing with a business transaction between himself and another extension of Ross’s mafia family; recently, they had aquired new territory, and it was Mello’s job to oversee it. Security thugs had allowed a small group of people in…

” … Hello?”

Deidara walked in, checking and surveying his surroundings. Interesting place, he thought. As he surveyed the room there was a blonde boy, looking around his age, who looked up from his business on a strange looking device. " ... Hello?"

The blonde crossed his arms, snickering to himself. "Hello." Deidara replied simply. Though, his curiosity getting the better of him, he tilted his head slightly. "And who just might you be?"

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As the red heads presence came known to Deidara, a large smile plastered on his features. From his sitting position, the blonde stood, the large grin never leaving his face. "Well if it isn't Sasori-no-danna. How's life treatin' ya, yeah?"

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“I’ve heard a lot of rumors surrounding you and the Akatsuki and naturally, I am very thorough in my investigations. You happen to use explosive clay and manipulate it into creatures like they’re alive then detonate it. I must say that it’s a rather impressive technique you possess. I’m not here to kill you or anything, in fact quite the opposite, I need assistance in dealing with the single largest threat the world will ever know.”

Deidara was surprised to know how much the other knew about the organization. He really was through in his investigations. Though as the other kept talking, the blonde beamed at the compliment. Snickering, he crossed his arms over his chest, smirking proudly. "Need assistance huh? Well, you came to the right person."

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FINALLY. Okay, now to get rollin'.

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Getting offa here. Going to be on skype and here for a while.

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Gunna get off for a bit. Homework.

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“Oh, I’m supposed to have been long gone. I mean, I was killed by Hashirama Senju himself,” He shrugged. “But apparently someone in this era knows of Tobirama’s Edo Tensei…”

"That's interesting. . ." Deidara sarcastically noted. He didn't particularly like Madara. Really, it's just that he didn't like Uchiha in general. He always thought Uchiha were stuck up, sassy, pampered, always getting their way and with no appreciation for art. Looking past it and not looking at it for its true beauty. "Though, death is supposed to be permanent. Life itself is fleeting, ephemeral. I don't see why that cruddy jutsu was made. Life is art, so why prolong it, yeah?" The blonde rambled on, though with much passion. Using this as an excuse to talk about his views on art.

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Madara looked up as someone spoke to him, putting a hand to his hip. “My name is Madara Uchiha,” The raven-haired male replied calmly, eyeing the other with a cold expression on his face.

Snickering at the others cold expression, the bomber stood. "Nice to meet you Madara. The name's Deidara, yeah." The blonde states as he brushed himself off. "--Wait a second. . " Deidara paused his movements, straightening. Uchiha. "Madara Uchiha huh. . . aren't the Uchiha supposed to be, you know, gone?"