A/N: Short, sweet and somewhat sad. Nothing special, really, except for a dose or two of fridge logic.
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"Danna, un! I have something for you!" Deidara exclaimed cheerfully, holding a box out to his partner. It was blue, and tied very sloppily with a green ribbon.
"Oh? I didn't think it was a holiday today," Sasori commented with a faint smirk.
The chances of today being Sasori's birthday were extremely unlikely, but the fact that there were chances at all was slightly unusual. Like many other immortal beings, Sasori had decided that the day of his birth was insignificant, and thus decided to stop celebrating it until it eventually slipped his mind entirely. Of course, it didn't stop his lover from giving him presents at damn-near every opportunity and even baking him a cake at one point, despite the fact that he couldn't eat.
"So, Danna, how old are you again?" Deidara inquired.
The puppet master sighed in annoyance. "For the millionth time, brat, I'm in either my thirties or forties. Maybe even older."
The bomber let out a low whistle. "You barely skirt the line of being a pedophile, un."
"Because I was the one who kissed my partner out of nowhere that fateful day? Hmph."
"Take the present, Danna."
"Oh yeah, present #226." Without as much as a thank-you, Sasori took the box from Deidara's hands. He carefully loosened the ribbon and opened the lid to uncover a small, handmade doll of the blonde standing right in front of him.
He gave me something everlasting this time, he concluded after checking the doll for explosives. He hasn't done that since present #183.
Sasori honestly didn't know what to say as he gazed at the miniature Deidara in his timbered hands. A soft sigh fell from his lips.
"Danna?" The real Deidara spoke up in concern. "Why the sad look?"
Sasori hugged the doll to his chest, looking away from the blonde as he whispered, "You're ephemeral; therefore I will lose you someday. But this... this will stay with me forever."
