“Enduring the leash, huh? I suppose that’s another thing we have different about one another. While you kept it to yourself as being forced, I accepted this life simply to see what other artistic forms existed out there in the form of power. Konan opened my eyes pretty well …” a thought of the matter before a sly smile came to the Puppet Master, “but I suppose your eyes ended up being rather blind when it came to Itachi. Huh?” If only Itachi hadn’t ended the illusion, he thought. Oh well. Some good things came out of Deidara … Sometimes.
His eyes would narrow a bit as the arsonist approached the picture of Ultear and checked it over. Did he have a memory held with that photo? As much as Sasori wanted to yell at him for being so close to it, he knew better not to. The past was still deep within Sasori’s memory. It would be the wrong thing to do even if he was against it. Of course, a jab to Sasori’s current profession, but it wasn’t one he would take to heart at all. What he didn’t know may be for the better.
“You can insult me and my business all you like, but this business of mine has given me more of an upperhand than you could imagine. Running a business like this for the years I’ve been here, I’ve found myself with plenty of useful information in regards to inhabitants and the city, itself. Not to mention the additions I’ve made to my collection through maddening times and encounters.”
To no surprise, Sasori found himself hearing about Deidara’s will to blow this city sky-high. Unfortunately for the bomber, he had no idea how pointless of an act that would be. He would take out lives, and he would leave a menacing hole in the land. Within the next day, all of those lives would return as if nothing happened, and the city could probably be repaired in an instant. It’s how it felt sometimes.
“Anything you may try to do in this city would be reverted in a matter of moments, Deidara. There’s no point in fighting against the city. We cannot die here in this hell. We will only awaken the next day. Anything you may try to do in this city may as well be reverted back to its original state as soon as you turn your back. With how you are, this city may as well be your own personal hell. My second chance … I’ve decided what I’m doing with it. I’m leaving a mark in this city that will be everlasting. May it be through my artistic pursuits or may it be through something else.”
❝ mm, ❞ pursing lips together in a hum, the artist waved a hand to concede the question of the inn’s use value, as well as the rest of sasori’s comments, it seemed. the idea, or memory, of simply submitting to the organization caused his mouth to twist into a disapproving frown. as much as he wanted to blast the remnants of the organization to hell, he silently acknowledged and appreciated the life it had given him. despite the restraints, he could not deny it was better than the alternative.
❝ a little birdie tells me there are some of us here, yeah. itachi, blast him, but also an idiot with a mask with intentions of resurrecting the akatsuki, ❞ deidara spoke with a tilt of his head, a question posed in his eye. ❝ should this come to life, i want nothing to do with it, yeah. would you return? since you think so highly of some people. ❞
at the same time, his legs had carried him through the rest of the inn’s lobby before ultimately settling him on one of the couches. without a sliver of hesitance, legs were kicked up against the coffee table parallel to the couch, and his body comfortably reclined. talking of such whispers had put a damper on the previous excitement, putting him into a decline. the weight of the world seemed heavier on his shoulders at that moment -- it felt like he could never catch a break! despite the inner monologue, deidara gave the puppet master another smirk as he patted the vacant spot next to him, signaling for him to come and sit.
❝ always so noble, danna! it puts a sour taste in my mouth to say, yeah, but an eternal playground such as this will only test the limits of my power -- once i get it back, hmm.❞ pausing to nonchalantly glance at his palm, which grinned right back at him, deidara let out a sigh. ❝ so long as i get it all back, actually. are you just as handicapped? ❞
