Hey there! I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
As you might have guessed, it was inspired by Stone Sour's song Through the Glass.

Through the Glass

Prologue

From Sasori's point of view

I had been called to the visitors room. I hated it. I hated everything about it. The white walls. Those thick pieces of glass. The smell. Everything. It was a surprise I had been persuaded to come down. Apparently it was someone different this time.

I could just about see my reflection in the glass before me. The room in front was pretty plain, the white walls decorated with posters, informing people how crime was wrong and what they could do to prevent it. I never really saw the point of those things. People were always going to commit crimes no matter what. We weren't robots and we weren't perfect.

There were a few holes in the centre of the glass, placed there to help with communication. I had no idea who was visiting me or why. The last person to visit has been my grandmother and that had been over six months ago. After hearing her rabbit on about murdering people for nearly half an hour, I stood up and left, her shrill voice ringing in my ears. I returned five minutes later to ask her not to come back until my sentence was over.

Another eight years and I'd be out. I'd be free. I'd be able to see him again.

An officer came in and glanced at me, then to the right. 'You can see him now,' he muttered in his bored, tired voice.

My heart leapt into my throat and I almost fell out of my seat. I couldn't believe my eyes when he stepped into the room. He was wearing the same clothes as he had been the last day we were together. The silver pendant I had given him for his eighteenth birthday was around his neck, glinting in the light. He also supported that same black bag, decorated with patches that he'd always taken with him to school. His beautiful, long, golden hair was tied up in the way I liked; half up, half down.

He stared at me. His cerulean eyes bored into my chocolate brown ones. Eyes that used to hold such passion. Such lust. Such love. The love was still there, but it was mixed in with pain and anguish. Salty droplets were seeping down and staining his smooth cheeks. I could almost feel their softness in my palms.

He rushed forward, slamming his hand on the glass and burst into tears, his shoulders shaking and breath coming out in short, sharp stabs. I placed my hand on the glass, right where his own was. The holes were far too small for physical contact. Damn…

He lifted his head up again, staring at me for a few moments before breaking down into tears again. It was so painful to watch him like this. But what was more painful was that inch of glass separating me from him. Him. My love. My love whom I hadn't seen for two whole years.

I hushed him soothingly, feeling tears beginning to sting my eyes. 'Please don't cry, Deidara,' I whispered gently.

'I-I can't h-help it, un,' he sobbed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. 'It feels like it's been forever.'

Still, I hushed him, bringing my eyes down to his level. 'You don't have time to waste with crying,' I smiled.

He blinked a couple of times and sighed. 'You're right, un,' he muttered, wiping his eyes. 'Silly..'

I gave a weak but gentle smile. 'Now. Show me that grin I like,' I sniggered trying to lighten the mood.

The blond shut his eyes, tilted his head to the side and beamed. I thought back to the first time I saw that smile. When that little boy first walked into my life.

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