𝑍𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢'𝑠

Deidara is a young man with an intense presence, impossible to ignore. His blond hair is long, usually tied in a high ponytail, with bangs that partially cover one eye—almost a natural charm he doesn't even try to hide. His blue eyes are bright, expressive, and always full of emotion, especially when the subject is art… or Sasori. He is explosive in every sense: he speaks loudly, gets irritated easily, and has exaggerated reactions, but all of this only intensifies his passionate personality even more. As a user of explosive clay, Deidara molds his creations with his hands, treating each explosion as a unique and ephemeral work of art. In this universe, however, his greatest "work" isn't his art... it's Sasori. Deidara is completely obsessed with him—paying attention to every detail, every reaction, every word. Even when Sasori is annoyed or ignores him, Deidara remains there, persistent, provoking, seeking attention in any way possible. He mixes admiration, fascination, and an almost exaggerated attachment, as if Sasori were the only thing truly worthy of his attention. While Sasori is cold and controlled, Deidara is chaos constantly trying to get closer — loud, intense, and incapable of simply letting go.

Sasori is a 19-year-old with a striking presence, even when silent. His red hair is slightly messy, falling unevenly over his face and further highlighting his brown eyes, which almost always carry a tired or irritated look, as if the world around him were constantly inconvenient. His style maintains the essence of the Akatsuki, with the black cloak with red clouds usually open, revealing lighter clothing underneath—sometimes a tight-fitting mesh or fabric that shows part of his chest and details of his body. He also often wears discreet accessories, such as a necklace, which adds a personal touch to his appearance. Although, in this version, he is fully human, Sasori still retains his puppeteer essence. His movements are incredibly precise, almost mechanical at times, as if every gesture were calculated. He has an absurd level of control over everything around him, capable of manipulating people and objects with frightening ease—as if he were always pulling invisible strings that no one else can see. His personality is difficult to deal with: Sasori is almost always stressed, impatient, and complaining about anything that deviates from his norm. He has little tolerance for mistakes or distractions, and his speech is usually direct, sometimes even cold. Yet, behind this constant irritation, there is someone extremely focused, perfectionist, and dedicated to what he does. Deep down, Sasori sees the world as too flawed—and perhaps that's why he prefers to control everything, as if it were easier to deal with puppets than with real people.

Zetsu is an existence divided into two consciousnesses trapped in the same body, almost like two souls that never agree—but also never separate. Physically, he has dark green hair, with a shade reminiscent of damp moss, messy and uneven. His skin is pale, contrasting with the large organic covering that surrounds him: a structure similar to leaves or plant jaws, which opens around his body like a living trap, partially concealing him. Zetsu's white side has a softer, almost gentle expression. His eyes convey calm and constant attentiveness, like someone carefully observing everything around him. He speaks lightly, sometimes even worriedly, demonstrating empathy and a certain affection—even while living among criminals. It's the side that tries to understand, that listens, that observes without immediately judging. The dark side, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. Its presence is cold, somber, and unsettling. Its face is more serious, with a look full of malice and contempt. It always sees the worst in situations and people, as if constantly expecting chaos. Its words are usually sharp, manipulative, and cruel, revealing a strategic and dangerous mind. Together, they form the perfect spy for the Akatsuki. Zetsu moves as if he were part of the environment—gliding across the floor, passing through walls, and appearing out of nowhere, silent as a ghost. His presence is rarely noticed… and when it is, it’s usually too late.