A/N: I was upset by the fact that, while searching for some realistic, non OOC dark SasoDei, I could only find stories where Sasori kills an incredibly OCC Deidara. (Maybe I wasn't searching right…?) So I've been eager to write this up for a while. But this is my first time trying to portray these characters, so I apologize if it is OOC.
Oh and this is a two-shot. I will post the last chapter later. Enjoy!
"Ugh!"
The redhead's fingers clawed at his scalp, pulling out any strand of hair that dared to get in his way; just like a certain brat who was always in his way. However, he was starting to notice his presence more than ever now. The barrier between them had lasted just one year, until that insufferable partner of his just had to break it down, or more specifically, blow it up.
Trying to create art again, he thought with a sneer. But feelings and emotions couldn't be considered art! They didn't last for an eternity, no, they were a weakness, and obviously not strengthened enough to handle what time may bring. No, feelings didn't keep my parents alive, he reminded himself. Feelings didn't make me any happier during my moments of despair, another horrible feeling. Emotions just get in the way, he decided.
And since said emotions were being caused, no, imagined, he told himself, he had to get rid of the source for these hallucinations.
Yes, he said to himself, it was his partner's fault. Those annoying emotions chewing him up like ravenous termites had to be exterminated; otherwise the eternity he created, the art he created using himself would be destroyed. It was that damned wannabe artist who had unleashed those termites, trying to destroy his artwork. Unacceptable.
He had to murder Deidara, no, exterminate him. (Thinking of him as a bug helped him justify his reasoning.)
But how would he accomplish this task? Despite popular belief, Deidara was no fool; he would immediately see through Sasori's strategy. He was one human, no, no, not human, puppet (Everyone was the puppet master's puppet, of course) that just couldn't be manipulated and deceived so easily. Making him defective. (Defiant. Different. He would never admit he admired that.)
He tried process of elimination. Suddenly confessing to Deidara that he had feelings for him would only make the blonde suspicious and wary. He mentally crossed off trying to sweet-talk him on his list. If he couldn't deceive him, then maybe he could just have him accidently die on a mission. Oh right, I have to set up a time and place…and he'll probably react, I wonder what I should bring or how I should do it…so many details. He groaned quietly, but, though he'd brush it off as being impatient, he was excited.
He would come up with a master plan, flawless and perfect like his prized possessions. He wouldn't be the first to try killing his partner; that came with the job. He would be the first, and last, to actually kill Deidara Iwa.
What a privilege, he reminded himself. Only he would be able to save him. Yes, he wouldn't be killing Deidara, he would be saving him. From a pointless, fleeting life of doing nothing but pointless missions, just wasting away with the thought that art was fleeting, and waiting, just waiting to die. Such a life was meant to be taken; such a soul was meant to live peacefully forever in the afterlife.
It comforted Sasori to know this; Deidara was just another project gone wrong, like everyone else, and Sasori would turn him into a masterpiece. The brat should be honored, he thought. It was decided. He had enough reasons to kill him. He just needed a plan.
"Man, I'm starving, hmm! Sasori-Danna, can we eat now?"
Right on time, he thought, smirking deviously. His victim couldn't see this behind Hiroku's exterior. He sighed loudly and replied in an irritated tone of voice.
"If it'll shut you up, brat. There's an inn right over there." He noticed the blonde perk up at Sasori's approval, and his pace got faster as he speed walked toward the inn, leaving his master behind. Typical response, Sasori thought. He switched his pace so he wouldn't be left behind in the dust.
Finally reaching the inn, they bought one room for the night, and Deidara bought some delicious dango. What a nice last meal, he remarked sarcastically. Just like all of his meals. The bomber collapsed dramatically onto the springy mattress, making the puppet master roll his eyes and smile. He frowned at this action; no not smile. Smirk. Yes, that was it. Smirk at that brat's misfortune. As he innocently lies on the mattress, chewing on the sugary treat, he would be oblivious to Sasori as he quickly injected him with lethal poison.
Normally he would want to kill him off slowly and painfully, just like his other victims. Of course he wasn't being merciful; Sasori was not merciful, absolutely not. He just figured he'd end it quick before Deidara did anything unpredictable. He heard a contented sigh across the room, and noticed that he finished off his meal quickly. Got to be quicker, he chided himself.
"Neh, Sasori-Danna, I know you're hiding in that ugly thing, hmm." Hmm, the Akatsuki member caught on quickly.
"So can I see what you look like, un?" What a selfish, unexpected request, he thought. Oh well, no matter. I guess the brat can see my true form before he dies by my hand. He chuckled and nodded Hiruko's head, causing his partner's eyes to widen. Soon enough, Deidara retreated from his relaxed position on the bed, now looking expectantly at his master.
A couple clicks and pulls, and he slowly pried off the top of Hiruko, revealing his true, boyish form. He closed his eyes, relishing the gasps and whispers his partner made, before turning his sinister glare on Deidara, who just sat with a dumbfounded look on his face. He stepped forward with a killer's quick instinct. No regrets, he told himself.
"Now you can see what death looks like." Without a second's hesitation, the poison was injected into Deidara, killing him instantly. It was quick, fleeting, something Deidara would call art maybe. No, Sasori shook his head, stop thinking about him. He peered down at the corpse. It had the same expression, as to be expected, but it was drained of all life now. Dead and hollow, like the puppet master. He took out a scalpel, but paused.
"You should be thankful, brat." He didn't have any special techniques, besides the hand mouths. And now that he was dead, the beauty just didn't seem…beautiful anymore. The sun-kissed flesh was now pale, and though he possessed the same unique features, Sasori just didn't acknowledge anymore. No, puppets were beautiful, so Deidara couldn't be a puppet. That was his excuse. Privately, he disposed of the body outside, letting the fire devour the body.
Pein sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. This is just lovely, he remarked. One of my most valuable, effective human weapons gone. The hand mouths are a rare blood line, I highly doubt he can be replaced…He turned his disgruntled stare on Sasori, who had just informed Pein of Deidara's "failed mission."
"Very well," he growled. "He shall be replaced later. Dismissed." Sasori left his office with no regrets. No more worrying about his partner when he was careless. No more exciting arguments about what art was. No more Deidara.
Everything should've been back to normal.
A/N: Hopefully the next chapter will be better. I don't expect any reviews for this rushed piece of writing, but please R&R if you want.