Senses of Feelings

By: Silena B.//Lady Multi –2007

a sasodei drabble


Touch… It was a sense one really took for granted until it is no longer available for use. The loss of such made Sasori highly reclusive and detached from the rest of the world; he was almost always locked away within Hiruko.

If one did indeed see the puppet master out of the shell of a puppet, they were considered either lucky or highly unfortunate. The lucky ones being the ones on the good side of the puppet master; the unfortunate ones were, well…the ones who had died quickly by his hand.

Both the lucky and unfortunate people were ones that Sasori considered frail. …It was Sasori's partner who had cleverly pointed out, however, that he was just as frail.

Sure, repairing himself was much simpler than that of an ordinary individual. Yet, it was during a simple little tiff between himself and his eccentric, hyper-active, attention desiring, and highly insane, clay-using partner had hit just the right spot to not only detach an arm from his person but cause it to break as well. It was frustrating in the stead of painful.

…Deidara had apologized over a million times that day; almost all of which were in frantic succession. Sasori had also not spoken after the incident that day.

It was in the early hours of the following morning, the time before the sun was to rise yet light was daybreak was upon the day, that Sasori had found that his partner was more upset with causing the breakage and Sasori's own silence than Sasori had initially took it.

In fact…Sasori had found the sculptor crying.

"Deidara…what are you…?" Sasori had inquired.

Deidara had frantically turned away from Sasori's view; his attempts to dry his eyes not shielded as well as one would have hopped, "It's nothing, Danna." He had said.

Sasori had tilted his head to the side, "Brat, don't lie to me." He said.

Deidara, his eyes still red, even as the darkness of the room and his hair had attempted to curtain them, crossed his arms, "Like you care at all about me and my opinions."

"Hn." Sasori grunted.

"It's true, yeah; you think I'm stupid and useless." Deidara stated.

"You're not useless; you're a member of 'Akatsuki' after all." Sasori stated.

"I don't care about how useful I am to 'Akatsuki', Danna." Deidara snapped. "I was talking about you."

"Why would I need you?" Sasori has asked. It was a statement that had sounded much better within his own head than what it had come out to be.

"I see…" Deidara muttered, lowering his head.

"…I didn't mean it that way." Sasori stated.

"Sure you didn't." Sarcasm bled from Deidara's tone.

Sasori narrowed his gaze, "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know," Deidara began in a sarcastic rant, "Maybe something like: 'it's interesting to have you around' or 'we may have creative differences but you're a great partner'…something like that, yeah. I can't ask for everything but a little; can't I have that, Danna?" he turned his head to meet Sasori's gaze.

Sasori's glare fell; his gaze softened, "There is nothing more I can give you but words, Deidara. If you want that, I can give you that—only that."

"What is that supposed to mean, exactly?" Deidara scoffed.

"Deidara," Sasori began as he approached the other, causing the blond to follow him with his eyes. Sasori came up beside his partner and knelt down next to him.

Sasori eyed the other man.

"…What…?" Deidara muttered.

Sasori placed a hand to Deidara's cheek—the blond blushed.

"I can't feel you." Sasori stated as he trailed his fingers across Deidara's cheek. He closed his eyes.

"Dan…na…?"

Sasori opened his eyes, "…Saying I can't…It doesn't mean that I don't want to."