SasoDei : Still Here
Who will I prove to? What use am I to the world? Is there somebody that I live for? Do they live for my reason? Deidara asked himself. The sharp razor blade held above his wrist, not near a vein. Who will I be proving myself to if I do this? Will Sasori do anything? Will he leave me alone? Will he even try to stop me? The questions filled his blonde head. That's it. Im doing it. Now. Deidara brought the blade up then dragged it down his wrist. The pain was horrible, blood ran down his arm and hit the tiled floor of the bathroom. "Deidara? Where are you?" He heard Sasori call. Deidara said nothing. A few seconds later, Deidara heard footsteps infront of the bathroom door. It opened and Sasori's eyes widened. "Why?" He asked before rushing to Deidara's side. "The pain." Was Deidara's reply. Sasori comforted Deidara while he wept into his chest. Sasori bandaged up Deidara's wound and Deidara just whimpered like a child. They held eachother close, Deidara whispering "Im glad you saved me." Into Sasori's chest. "Im glad your still here." Was his simple reply.