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"Hello" Talking
'Deidara. . .' Thinking
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Sasori sat in his run down apartment in the Shinjuku Ghetto watching the news. Britannia. Certainty not something from the Elemental Nations. It had taken some getting used to but Sasori was proud of how quickly he had adapted to the new world. Of course, the question remained, why was he there? He knew how he got there, but he couldn't figure out what it meant. Whatever it meant, he remembered it clearly enough.
Sasori opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of noting. It was dark and empty yet at the same time cluttered with things he couldn't see. It was hot and cold. He fealty heavy and light. 'Where. . . oh. I'm dead.'
Looking around he saw that the darkness was present on all sides, but that there was a point of light in one direction. After a moment of consideration he began to walk towards it. He could feel the cold damp floor of the cave on his feet as he moved, prompting thought once again.
'Feeling. . . this is the first time I've felt anything since I redesigned my body. It supports the theory that I'm dead, that's for sure. But, if I am dead, what is that light? Light is associated with Heaven and that doesn't add up. I'm about as likely to go to Heaven as Hidan.'
Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Sasori pressed on. Time passed in a way unlike on Earth. At first it was slow then it sped up, and then it would slow down again with no particular logic behind it. Over time, however it was quantified there, the light grew brighter. He was almost there. Ten more steps. Eight. Sev. . .
Sasori felt the floor beneath his feet, or more accurately the lack of it. He was already over balanced and in a moment he was falling. He had just enough time for a single thought before he lost consciousness.
'Well. . . fuck.'
Sasori had awakened in the middle of the ghetto in several pieces. After putting himself back together he had slunk off and hidden out in an abandoned apartment, the same that he was in now. He had been renovating the place ever since he had entered the new world, and it was also where he spent most of his time.
Using the television he was able to learn about the world he entered while he worked on recreating the scrolls he had lost. He had lost everything in transit between worlds. The only things he had was his own puppet body, his heart and his Akatsuki cloak. All of his scrolls and equipment were gone, perhaps in a different dimension.
Refocusing on the television he watched as two news anchors talked about the most recent terrorist attack on some building in the 'Settlement.' Sasori could care less. Until he saw the white strip, that is. Bolting up he looked close. Definitely.
There was a strip of a white clay-like substance handing off of an electrical wire that was sticking out of the wreckage. 'Well. . . looks like I'm not alone. Deidara's here too. I wonder if that means he died? Better yet, is it just the two of us or are the rest of the Akatsuki going to show up? And why? I still can't figure out why this is happening. . ."
"Sweet relief, un," Deidara commented. He was currently sitting on top of one of the buildings next to the one he had just bombed out of existence. He didn't mean to do it, really. It was habit. Long time plus no explosions equaled unhappy Deidara. That building was actually the first thing he had blown up since. . . 'Since I killed that bastard Sasuke. He had it coming, un.'
His inner arsonist satisfied, Deidara jumped down from his perch.
"Hello," a voice from behind him called. Deidara's eyes widened.
Whirling around he confirmed his suspicion. "Sasori-dana!"
"Yeah, so you're here as well. . ." Sasori said.
"Wait, does that mean Kakuzu and Hidan are here too?"
"Did they die?"
"Yeah, un."
"Mmmm. . . I haven't seen them. If it was just Kakuzu then that would make sense, but Hidan and low profile just don't go together. It's safe to assume that they didn't reach this world."
"Where are we anyway, un?"
"Like I know."
"So have you been here since your death?"
"Yeah, I have a hideout of sorts. We can continue our conversation there. Follow me."
Sasori had just finished explaining the state of the world to Deidara. The two were sitting in Sasori's little apartment. Sasori was sitting at his table while Deidara was lounging on a couch that Sasori had snagged from a poorly guarded house in the Settlement. Stealing wasn't really his style, much less stealing things as un-classy as couches, but sacrifices had to be made for comfort.
"So this world is in chaos, un," Deidara summarized.
"More of this country, actually," Sasori clarified. "The rest of the world is reasonably stable. Until Britannia decides to attach the EU or the Federation. Then. . ."
"Shit hits the fan, un."
"Basically."
"I almost feel bad for these Japanese. . ." Deidara commented idly. Sasori raised a eyebrow.
"We should help them, un." Deidara rolled over on the couch to face Sasori. "Hey, Sasori-dana, let's form a terrorist group. We can be the Akatsuki!"
"How did I see this coming?"
Across the ghetto in the Settlement a certain semi-sane prince was busy. Very busy.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"..."
"Your kidding! You're supposed to be in contact with every terrorist group in Area 11! How can you not know?"
"..."
"Wait, you're saying that explosion wasn't caused by a terrorist group?"
"..."
"Yes? Buildings don't just blow up, you know. Ah, nevermind. I have other things to do. Look into it."
Lelouch snapped his phone shut and walked over to the chess board he had set out by the widow. Sitting down at the table the chess board was situated on he opened a drawer and pulled out a piece, a rook. Placing the rook on the side of the board Lelouch stared at the pieces, attempting to make some unkown thing resolve itself.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Lelouch spoke to the rook. "If even my best underworld contact couldn't tell me anything it's safe to assume we're dealing with an unknown. Probably a new group, but for a new group to have that level of explosives. . . Things might be getting interesting soon. Whoever they are, they aren't normal terrorists."
(A/N: Yosha! Alright, this is an idea that I had and simply needed to write. Well, now it's written and I want to know what you think. Is it an idea worth perusing? No? Did you like it? Hope you enjoyed it and please review! P.S. Future chapters, if there are any, will all be over 1.5k.)