My Stories

So my name was originally Khaos? I love it, it sounds like me. ^_^ I also like the one with you and axel. So can anyone post fiction in here?

yep and your welcome there not finish yet and i have more

Cool, well this is something I wrote after watching this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dyie4N-oi2I Sorry it's really long ^_^U
~Journal of Poisonous Experiments by Sasori~
I have recently created a new poison that causes the victim to become delusional and see hallucinations for a temporary amount of time without being fatal. However I’m not quite sure just how a person would react to the poison’s effects, so I have taken the liberty of lacing Deidara’s food with it. While it unsettles me that my partner didn’t realize that, I am thankful that I’ve managed to avoid an argument and the headache that would of come after, if he had discovered what I did. It has now been half an hour since Deidara consumed the poison and has yet to show any signs of the it kicking in. I will report my findings later, after it has worn off.

Sasori placed his journal into one of the drawers on his desk and picked up a new puppet he was creating, soon becoming absorbed in turning the puppet’s left arm into a concealed blade. Shortly there after, Deidara bounced through the doorway with a wide, playful grin on his face.
“Hi danna, un!” Deidara exclaimed, waving to Sasori before he jumped onto his bed. “How are this morning, un?”
“Uh,.....fine, brat.” Sasori replied, staring incredulously at Deidara wondering if his extremely good mood was a side effect of the poison. He continued to watch the blonde for any other changes in his behavior, but the bomber seemed to be blissfully unaware of the world him, opting instead to become lost in his thoughts. Choosing to ignore the oblivious younger ninja’s presence, Sasori looked over his collection of various blades to attach to his puppet. He decided on a silver spike about seven inches longs and began to polish the weapon, giving it a high luster. Sasori held the spike up to the light to admire its beauty for a moment when he was suddenly tackled from behind, falling from his chair and sending the puppet crashing to the ground.
“SHINYYYYY!” Deidara screamed in pure delight, wrestling the disoriented puppet master on the ground.
“What the hell, you stupid brat!?!” Sasori almost shouted in rage, clenching the spike in his right hand and using it to point at his partner.
“Shiny!” Deidara repeated, and attempted to jump on Sasori’s arm to retrieve the spike, but Sasori swiftly dodged the attack and Deidara face-planted the ground. Undeterred, Deidara sprang to his feet and again tried to grab the spike, only to have Sasori move out his reach.
“What are you talking about, imbecile? I’m not...” Sasori suddenly realized that Deidara had been aiming for his right side the entire time, specifically his hand that was still tightly griping the spike. He lifted the spike above his head, “Is this what you’re after, brat?”
“I want the shiny, un!” Deidara began to jump up and down to grab the spike, but he was to short to actually grab the weapon.
“So the poison causes the victim to become obsessed with highly reflective materials. I didn’t expect that.” Sasori mused, noting that Deidara was focusing all his attention on attaining the object of his desire and ignoring him. Sasori grinned and attached a few charka strings to the spike making it fly all over the room, having to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing when Deidara crashed headfirst into the wall, after Sasori had quickly jerked the spike away from the wall. Sasori soon grew bored of this and wanted to start working on his puppet again. Deidara, however, had other plans and refused to quit chasing the spike or attacking Sasori whenever he tried to equip his puppet with it, regardless of how many times Sasori would yell or hit him. Sasori became rather irritated at the blonde’s persistence and stormed out the room, slamming the door when Deidara tried to follow him.
“NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!! My shiny, come back to me, un! Come back!” Deidara wailed while pounding on the door, forgetting that he could simply open the door in his drug induced state. Deidara continued to pound and claw at the door for ten minutes before giving in and leaning against the door. “Why have you betrayed me, shiny? Why, un? I just wanted to love you shiny, and take care of you, un. Why did you leave me for Sasori?!? He will never love you the way I do, un. Never!”
Deidara woefully rambled off all the reasons why he was a better lover than Sasori, occasionally sniffling until he noticed a baby hawk inside a nest, in the tree that grew next to the only window in the room. He hurriedly rushed to the glass and gazed in awe at the little bird. Transfixed by it’s beauty, Deidara completely forgot the spike and paid no heed to Sasori when he finally returned to the room. Holding a long coil of rope in one hand and the spike in the other, Sasori repeatedly called to the bomber, who appeared brainwashed by the sight of the young hawk.
“Deidara, I have something shiny for you” Sasori beckoned, waving the spike in-front of him, causing it glisten in the light invitingly.
“Shiny!” Deidara squealed enthusiastically, and turned to charge at Sasori, only to be caught around the waist by the redhead. Deidara looked at Sasori surprised, then smiled and tried to wiggle out of his grip. “Hi danna, I didn’t see you there, un!.......You said there was a shiny, un! I want the shiny!!!!!! You promised me a shiny, un”
“Yes, brat I promised you a... shiny, but you have to do something for me first. Do you understand, Deidara? I need you to stand very still and....................... make out with Hidan. You aren’t even listening to a word I say, are you?” Sasori glared at Deidara, who was indeed not paying any attention to the puppet master and had been trying to inch his way closer to the spike while still being griped around the waist. “I give up! You want it, brat? Then take it and stay still for one damn second!”
“Shiny! At last your all mine, un! I’ll love you forever and ever, un!” Deidara gushed, lovingly holding the spike to his chest. Sasori growled and began to wrap the rope around Deidara, trapping his arms against his chest and managed to wrap the rope around Deidara, from his chest down to his feet. “Hey, this is like that one time we got smashed at Yukinokure and you gave me art lessons, un! That was an awesome trip, un! I was all tied up and you were there and then we-”
“Shut up!” Sasori shouted, reaching under the rope securing Deidara to grab the metal spike and toss it across the room. Ignoring the loud cry of protest that resounded from the captured blonde, Sasori proceeded to kick Deidara’s legs out from under him and sent him hurtling to the ground. Deidara desperately tried to regain his footing to stand up, but only managed to push himself around in a circle on the ground. Despite his frustration with the bomber, Sasori couldn’t help his amusement at watching his usually confident and opinionated partner roll around on the floor like an excited puppy.
“Now stay there, and don’t move till I get back” Sasori stated, half in jest and half in lingering anger at Deidara as he exited the room. Deidara chose to ignore the redhead’s sarcastic remark and tried inch his way over to the spike that had been flung against the far wall. However, he only succeeded in continuing to roll around in a circle.
Deidara was in this position when Itachi happened to pass by the door that Sasori had left open. The sharingan wielder watched the blonde writhe on the ground with a look of confusion on his face. He looked around the room and the hallway for Sasori, hoping the puppet master could tell him why the bomber was tied up and behaving so out of character. Not finding a trace of the redhead anywhere, Itachi leaned against the doorway and went back to watching Deidara. Observing the blonde in his helpless state, Itachi imagined all the things that he could do to Deidara, which the bomber would be powerless to stop. With a slight smirk on his face, Itachi pulled himself away from the door and strode toward the teen lying on the floor. Itachi suddenly remembered a quote from a crude cartoon that Kisame often loved to watch, called Family Man or maybe it was Family boy. Itachi didn’t care to recall the name, but agreed with the sentiment that he had remembered.
“Dear diary: Jackpot!” Itachi quoted with a smirk, picking Deidara up and tossing him over his right shoulder.
“Hey, Sasori when did you get long black hair, un?......Where are you taking me? And why am I upside down, un?” Deidara questioned, trying to figure out how he had gone from pushing himself towards his beloved spike to being carried down a hallway. Itachi didn’t give Deidara a reply and sprinted through various hallways trying to get as far away from the the blonde’s bedroom as possible and the puppet master that he knew would soon show up there.
As Itachi suspected, Sasori entered the now vacant room with a glass of water and sleeping pills on a tray. The redhead looked around the empty room in astonishment wondering how Deidara had escaped in his drugged state of mind.
“Don’t tell me to shut up danna! You can’t tell me what to do, un! And take that stupid black wig off, you look ridiculous, un!”
Sasori growled in rage when he heard the unmistakeable voice of Deidara shouting somewhere within the complex and sped off down the hallway throwing the tray to the ground. Following the sound of the bomber’s shouts, Sasori vowed to destroyed the person who had kidnapped his partner.

Most my stories aren't finish i will finish them sometime when i don't have school