A/N: I RE-EDITED IT! Yeah...This chapter is much longer now! Now for some explaining which I know I owe to my readers D:
I've decided this is not only going to be about Sasori's Final Moments. Hidan, Kakuzu, Deidara and Itachi will follow, along with any other Akatsuki deaths the Manga has yet to show. So, enjoy this chapter!
Warning: Kind of...sad...and will probably darken your mood...although not to the point of emo...I think...
Disclaimer: Guess what? Naruto is finally mine! Not. -sigh- I wish it was though...
The single word ran through his head. Like water. But softer...much softer...Why was he thinking about him now? Why? His head dropped ever so slightly, symbolling victory for his opponents. Why did God have to be so cruel? He had fought many opponents before. And he had always won. Always. Why was he beaten by a brat and a hag? No answer came, unlike every other time. Every other time, he would be there. He would answer in the most annoying way possible. But at least there was an answer. And at least it was, as much as he hated to admit, an answer he enjoyed.
Deidara
Not brat. Not idiot. Deidara.
He couldn't allow his emotions to get the better of him. He couldn't allow his opponents to see the hopelessness there. He knew it; he had given up, been defeated. But still, he refused to show it. The mask of serenity lay above turmoil and regret. There were so many things he shouldn't have done. There were so many things he still yet had to do. But it all ended here. But it still surprised him, at the point of death that he was able to feel. He had never felt. He had never thought he would feel. Yet emotions unlike anything else flooded out, although the calmness which lay above was all a fake.
Deidara
He tried to force the name out of his head. Why was he in his thoughts? And why now? There was nobody else there to give an answer. The blond was precious to him. He knew that much now. Why? He didn't know that. A feeling he had never been familiar with, only heard about, flooded through. And of course he didn't recognise it. His whole life flashed in front of him, up to the final battle which had decided his life. Pain and sorrow collapsed over him. One question rose above all.
Why?
Why had he been defeated, by those two of all people? Why was he regretting all the times he had sneered at Deidara? Why was he feeling, when he had never felt for twenty years? Why? He was almost expecting him to pop up and say something stupid.
Nobody answered.
He was ready to tear his heart out in frustration. Why hadn't anyone answered? Was it true that, in all those years, everything he had done had gone to waste? Why had he, who defeated the third Kazekage, been killed at the hands of two people, both at the opposite ends of life?
Silence greeted his questions.
He gave up. It didn't matter why it happened, now that he was so close to the border of life. It just mattered that it had happened. That would have been good enough for most people. But not him. He had thought he would be eternal, like his puppet and like his art. That was why he had taken such drastic measures to make sure he would never die at the hands of mortals. But it didn't matter. Nothing he did mattered anymore. But still, he had one last regret.
Deidara
He wanted to say he was sorry. He wanted to say he had never meant it to turn out this way. He wanted to say...he loved him.
But he couldn't.
There were so many things he wanted to say to the blond bomber. But he knew. He would never see that face again. The smooth slender features. The blonde locks that tumbled down, obscuring half the face. The other half carelessly pulled into a half ponytail. The bright, baby blue, innocent eyes. His face.
Never again.
And he knew, he would never speak to that face again. For once, he wanted to feel. He wanted to feel his gentle touch. He wanted to feel those soft pale lips against his. But it didn't matter what he wanted. Nobody would give it to him. It was a bitter end, really.
He had thought he would die with no regrets. In fact, he had thought he would never die. But in the end, he still did.
His eyelids closed.
His breathing stopped.
And Akasuna no Sasori was nothing but a hollow shell.
A/N: So...how did it go? Did you like it? As a useless piece of information, this was my first Romance/Tragety fanfic and it probably sucked like hell...oh well...
Well? Did it darken your mood? Yes? No? Review please for Sasori's sake? (and mine) -puppy face-
Comming up next, Hidan!
P.S. I'm not sure if puppets do breathe...oh well, just pretend Sasori does if they don't