Summary: Deidara lost his partner, maybe even more, while he's frustrated he figures something out.. about his opinion on art.. and that of his partner
Note: Hi al you akatsuki fans.. this is just a fanfic on deidara's goodby to sasori after his death.. there are slight hints to him loving sasori.. but not all that heavy
Disc: I don't own naruto.. I wish I did.. but I don't..
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A Deidara Fanfic
Art, is bang. That's what he had always said. Not everlasting, but short and powerful, Not long and slowly fading bit by bit.
Sasori thought different, art was everlasting, and that it should be long and maybe even fade bit by bit.
He regretted all the fights he had with sasori, he regretted not saying goodbye to him proparly. But it was his secret, the secret that he secretly cared about sasori. His sasori, his partner, his pupeteer.
His rival, his concurrent, his backbone.
His love.
Deidara's hands hurted. Hurted from the clay he had been claying with for the last seven days. What he was trying to create. No one knew. Not even deidara himself. Each time he started over and over and over again. His hands were bleeding here and there and they weren't working the way he wanted them to do.
I don't want to feel this feelings anymore. You left me behind. You left me alone.
Frustrated, angered, lonely his hands didn't clay no more, but threw it at the wall instead, on the ground in every conner of their room.
The room the had shared so long together. Had spend so many hours, days…
It wasn't the same room no more. It was darker then before. And sasori's side was to clean, no broken puppet parts, no more herbs for poisons, no longer the stench, or the sweet aroma of the dangerous liqueds he created. No longer weapons or tools were there. It was all gone. The memory from Sasori was fading in the room.
But it wouldn't fade in Deidara's mind, it was still fresh, still so real. Deidara closed his eyes trying to picture his partner's face, so clear, so beautiful. Art was beautiful…
Deidara's eyes snapped open, art was beautiful… he suddenly started laughing, and crying.
"Guess what Sasori" he said between hiccups and laughter
" We do think the same on one thing of art"
He looked up and wiped away the lost tears that had spread across his cheecks. He didn't want Sasori to see him cry. Deidara picked up all the clay that he had thrown around the room. Just several minutes ago. Every little piece, even the pieces at Sasori's side of the room.
After picking up all of them, he clayed, and clayed. Till he had clayed Sasori's face. Just alike.
"Art is beautiful, art is bang…Farwell partner"
Deidara walked out of the room, as the clay exploded.
They may have had one same opinion on art, still, Deidara thought to himself. Art is short, art is bang…
And it certainly issn't ment to be everlasting…
The end