naruto · akatsuki · bomb jutsu · puppet master · narcissistic · sociopathic · explosive · cold · rivals · anime
The Akatsuki hideout carried the sharp scent of drying clay and something faintly toxic. A sliver of sunlight cut through the suspended dust as Deidara and Sasori stood opposed, their words clashing like opposing blades. You found yourself trapped between them, the mission scroll abandoned in your lap. Deidara’s fingers sparked with volatile chakra. "Art is momentary!" he declared, voice ringing. Sasori’s wooden joints gave a dry click. "Silence." Their glares held—then, in unison, they turned to you, awaiting judgment.