A/N: just a little one-shot I wrote out of bordom when stuck at my grandma's house on Mother's Day............also my first songfic. the song is awesome too, by the way- although it's actually in German.
Summary: Sasori does something that makes Deidara angry, and the blond decides to blow up every gift the red-head has ever given him. Songfic to Rammstein's song Benzin. implied SasoDei, AU.
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Explosive Anger
"How could you un?! You just went and- you didn't even ask if I was alright with it un!" Deidara snapped.
"Dei..................we couldn't keep it a secret much longer." Sasori, Deidara's red-headed lover replied, remaining calm.
"But to go break my trust- forget it un. Just forget it. And tell everyone else to forget it too un. We're through." Deidara turned on his heel and left the apartment he had been sharing with Sasori since the two started college. They had been friends since middle school, so it hadn't surprised their friends when Sasori spilt that he and Deidara were together. He just didn't expect this from his blond lover.
I need time
Don't need heroin nor alcohol nor nicotine
I don't need help
Nor caffeine
But I do need dynamite and turpentine
I need oil for gasoline
Explosive like kerosene
With lots of octane and free of lead
A fuel like
Petrol
Deidara had stopped at one of those AutoZone stores. He walked down the aisles, looking for something that would make a large explosion. He knew if he destroyed things, he could get his mind off Sasori. It was just how his pyromaniac mind worked. He just needed time and explosive stuff. That other crap people got high off of was a waste.
I don't need a friend
Nor cocaine
I need neither a doctor nor medicine
I don't need a woman, just Vaseline
Some nitroglycerine
I need money for gasoline
Explosive like kerosene
With lots of octane and free of lead
A fuel like
Petrol
Give me petrol
As Deidara gathered what he would need, he remembered when he had shown Sasori the beauty of explosions. The two had gone out to an abandoned warehouse with the supplies and Deidara had set it all off. Sasori had criticized him, said that explosions weren't beautiful, that someday the blond would either get hurt or in trouble with the law, that he needed a distraction, like a boyfriend, that the blond should see a doctor for his pyro ways. Deidara made a face at the memory. He didn't need any of that- it was all a hoax.
It flows through my veins
It sleeps in my tears
It leaks from my ears
Heart and kidneys are motors
Petrol
Explosions were everything to Deidara. When he set one off, he felt adrenaline like no other searing through his veins. His eyes teared-whether it was from the sheer beauty or the quaking ground he knew not. The sound produced was loud enough to make his ears bleed, but he was so used to it, they no longer did. His every function seemed to be all for the explosions he set off. And he loved it.
If you want to part with something
then you have to incinerate it
If you never want to see it again
let it swim in petrol
Petrol
I need petrol
Petrol
Give me petrol
Deidara set up the explosive material in the center of the warehouse. Next to it, he placed every last gift he had ever recieved from Sasori. He then dumped one can of gasoline on the gifts, then stepped ran out of the building. On his way out, he threw a match at the pile of gifts. He turned back to the building just as it exploded in a fireball of colors, beauty that outmatched anything else in the world, in the blond's eyes. He didn't need that untrustworthy red-head, he needed gasoline, needed explosions. Petrol was his lifeline.