A/N: These are my thoughts on what Deidara may have been thinking when he saw that Sakura and Granny Chiyo won against Sasori in the series. I noticed that when he pulled away from the bushes he hid in, for a brief moment, he looked kind of upset before he looked up; and therefore, this idea was born! I hope you like it! (Minor hint of SasoDei, if you'd like to think it XD)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Naruto. The amazing show and manga belong to the amazing Masashi Kishimoto-sensei!
Deidara had to admit he was a little surprised to peek through the bushes only to see that the pink-haired brat and the old grandma survived against Sasori-no-danna. It was obvious that his danna didn't. Unexpectedly, the girl and the granny won against his partner.
How could they win against Sasori-danna…?
Furrowing his eyebrows, the bomber-artist sighed. Oh well… it was a fitting way to go for an artist.
Artist… since when did he use that term to describe Sasori? It was normally the opposite, since their opinions on the subject differed completely. Eternal was how the redhead explained it, while fleeting was what the blonde always disputed. Danna was definitely wrong, especially if he couldn't literally live up to his words.
Instead of smirking with amusement at his victory in artistry, Deidara found himself maintaining a rather disappointed expression upon his porcelain, scratched-up visage as his eyes kept a firm watch on the two enemy kunoichi before him.
It was strange how the death of his puppet comrade affected the blue-eyed man as he reminded himself that these two were the killers of the feared Akasuna no Sasori himself; or rather, that very man was dead. And he was said to be nearly immortal.
Deidara had to admit that he was also, in the slightest bit, shaken at the fact that only hours ago, the puppet master was telling him that they'd see each other later on, as well as a not-so-friendly reminder of his lack of patience, bluntly stated.
And to think, Sasori, long-term member of the Akatsuki and country-defeater as well as one of the most skilled puppet masters in the world, was beaten by a teenage girl and his own grandmother.
To be honest, Deidara was half-expecting himself to be the one who would screw up first on this mission, seeing as he was not nearly as experienced as his own danna. He was the newest member, after all…
It would be strange not to see the other man by his side anymore…
…Not to quarrel about the meanings of art…
And not to be called "brat" by the familiar, menacing voice that came from inside Hiruko's hollow form…
Deidara shook his head to rid of the perhaps negative train of thoughts that pelted at his mind and pulled away slowly, but stealthily away from the bush he hid himself behind. Sasori was dead, and that was it. His respect for him will never wither, but the rest of him will move on and continue with the ways of the Akatsuki shinobi.
Yet for reasons unknown, as Deidara looked to the grass and reminded himself that death of his ally was, in fact, true, he found himself wondering why the idea of moving on hurt a little more than it was supposed to.