#kid!sasodei

Chiyo: Boy. Clean this room up, and then clean yourself up. We’re having visitors today.

Sasori, working on a puppet: “We”? You told me that the Tsuchikage of Iwagakure was coming to see you for medical advice. What does that have to do with me?

Chiyo: *sighs* None of your sass today, child. He’s bringing one of his students with him, for you to play with. He’s —

Sasori, disgustedly: Play?? What am I, an infant? I'm eleven years old, I’m too old to play. I’d rather keep on with my —

Chiyo: *slams her hand down on Sasori’s desk* You either cooperate with me or I’m lighting a fire and burning all of this to the ground. The choice is yours.

Sasori:

*later that afternoon*

Onoki: *bowing his head* Chiyo-san. It’s a pleasure to see you again. We thank you for allowing us into your home. *gestures to the boy beside him* This is my student Deidara. Deidara, this is Chiyo-sama and her grandson, Sasori.

Chiyo: Well aren’t you a handsome young man? Sasori, take Deidara to your room and entertain him while the Tsuchikage and I talk.

Sasori: Do I have —

Chiyo: *elbows Sasori sharply*

Sasori, sighing, putting on a fake smile: Come on, Deidara-chan! Let’s go play in my room!

*the two go into Sasori’s room and Deidara’s eyes widen at all the puppets*

Deidara: Wow … did you make all these??

Sasori: Yes.

Deidara: That’s really impressive!

Sasori: Yes, I know. *goes to sit at his desk and continues working on the puppet from the morning*

Deidara: … so I take it you don’t have a lot of friends, huh? Because if you did you’d know that you don’t just ignore a guest, hm.

Sasori: I’m not ignoring you. I’m responding to you when you talk, aren’t I? I’m simply focusing the brunt of my attention on my art.

Deidara: Art?! This isn’t art; you’re just playing with dolls, like a girl!

Sasori: *turns to face Deidara* You’re mistaken. I’m creating things of beauty and perfection, pieces that will last for an eternity. That’s art.

Deidara: No, it’s not, hm. *pulls a small piece of clay from his pocket and molds it into a butterfly* Watch … *he has it float around the room, and suddenly explodes it in a small shower* That. THAT is art. A burst of fire and sparks. Art is an —

Sasori: *laughs* Are you crazy?! How is that art?? You’re just making a mess and a lot of unnecessary noise! Tsk, stupid brat!

Deidara: Don’t you call me a brat! Onoki-san said you’re only like two years older than me!

Sasori: But I’m obviously a ton smarter! And you said that “playing with dolls” makes me a girl?! You LOOK like a girl! With your stupid long blonde hair and stupid long eyelashes! And are you wearing nail polish?? God, you may as well be in a dress!

Deidara: Oh, yeah?! Well —

*later, as Onoki and Deidara are walking home* 

Onoki: Well, after that treatment, I feel much better. And what about you, child? Did you enjoy your time with young Sasori?

Deidara: That boy is rude, and annoying, and he’s a weirdo, and he has NO idea what art is, and one day he’ll probably grow up and turn the whole world into those creepy puppets of his!

Onoki, startled: O-oh? I had no idea he was so —

Deidara, dreamily: We’re coming back next week, right? I can’t wait to see him again ~

Onoki:

*meanwhile, back in Suna*

Chiyo: … Sasori? What are you doing?

Sasori, standing at the stove: Practicing. Deidara said that the best sweet is dango, I say it’s sweet buns. I’m going to make him the best sweet buns of his life the next time he comes to visit. T-to prove him wrong, of course.

Chiyo: