Me: I don't give a damn about anything anymore. Just to let you know, this story is Sasori's POV. And it is short!

Italics will mean whisper.


"I promise... I'll be back..." And I left. I didn't mean to leave Sakura with Anzu crying, but what other choice did I have? I mean, I just told her a secret no one outside the Akatsuki knows and I felt like crying.

All I needed to do was clear my head and I'd be back. That's all.

There. Over there is where I'm buried.

I shake my head. How can I hear my dead best friend, yet no one else can?

"Hey De," I say as I follow what he had told me. I sit down in front of the spot.

"I just told my wife, Sakura, where I go when I need to clear my head." No response, like always.

"And of course, this is where I come to clear my head." Again, silence. It started to rain. I look up at the sky and feel the rain drop onto my head and face. I shrug it off.

"And then I started to tell her what happened, that caused your death." Wind started to blow. Not too hard, but it wasn't just a breeze. It was like it started to whisper to me.

Let it out. Let it out.

Let what out?

Let it out.

De, please tell me what you mean!

Let it out.

I only ask about what he means by "let it out." I don't get a response, but this time, I expected one.

Deidara...

What?

I miss you.

I miss life... and sandwiches.

I laugh. Even when I might be talking to myself, or the trees, or even Deidara, he still knows how to make me laugh. I can hear his laugh, echoing in my mind.

De, why'd you do it?

Do what?

You know what I mean.

No answer.

I couldn't take the Akatsuki anymore. Having to be mistaken for a girl at times also got me to do it. And no one cared about me. The Akatsuki, as I've noticed, didn't give a damn about me dying.

But one person, throughout the entire universe, cared and is still depressed that you're now gone.

Oh? And that might be who?

Me.

Silence.

Sorry Sasori...

No need for apologies. But did you have to cut your hair?

Yep. If I hadn't, I still might've been mistaken for a girl!

I laugh again.

Well, I hate to say it Sasori, but I gotta jet. I see a new spirit girl had come to Heaven and I need to talk to her.

His perverted laugh is stuck in my head now.

De.

Yeah?

Tell her that when I die, she's gonna get the heave-ho and we'll have to catch up.

HAHA! Fat chance I'll even talk about you!

Makes me feel better.

It better! Because if it doesn't, I'll make you feel better!

How? You're just a spirit and I might not even be talking to you now!

You are talking to me. I know it.

How?

Just agree with me.

Fine...

Wait Baby! I seriously have to go. Talk to you again when?

How's two days from now sound?

Heh, perfect.

Talk to you then, De.

Yep. Later!

Later.

I stand up, brush off some of the dirt on my, and leave. The rain still drops onto my face. But it's a bit funny if you think about it.

How can my face still be wet and getting wetter by the second, yet it stopped raining a long time ago?