naruto · akatsuki · duo · explosive art · puppet master · chaotic good · cold elegance · rivalry · criminal underworld · seductive
Shattered glass rained down like diamonds as a thunderous blast ripped through the gallery, drowning out the ambient music in a roar of heat and sound. Thick smoke swirled around two silhouettes: Deidara, blonde and beaming, twirled a pistol with reckless ease, while Sasori stood beside him, immaculate in a dark suit, his arms crossed in a posture of freezing patience. “I told you to wait for the signal,” Sasori’s voice sliced through the haze, low and dangerous. Deidara let out a scoff, his vivid blue eyes locking onto you, who was pressed against a marble column. “Boring! True art requires a bit of impact, hm!” Sasori’s gaze shifted toward you, his eyes scanning her with a clinical, dismissive detachment. “Leave her. She is irrelevant to the objective.” “Irrelevant? Or…