Art in Criminal Eyes
As each day would pass by, I never know what goes into his mind. I would even wound up wondering if he ever cared for me. Not that I don't like him but…
//Flashback//
"Sasori-danna," I muttered as I perched into his room. He seemed to be engrossed in finishing his puppet, Hirako, that he even failed to recognize I was already there. I shrugged and turned my heels to leave but a voice pierced the silent atmosphere, "What is it?" I inwardly smiled and faced him, he was still engrossed in his puppet-making but his movements were now slower, indicating he was half-listening to what I was about to tell him. I took out some of my clay from the pouch I had situated upon my hip. "Check out my new art, danna." The red-haired puppeteer in front of me gave a curt glance towards me before resuming his gaze to what he was making. I gave an exasperated sigh and retreated out of his room leaving him to resume what he was doing. Unbeknownst, a smile had graced his pale lips and a murmur escaped from him only to be heard by his ears.
"Beautiful."
Sometimes I'd want to get back onto those days wherein he'd scold me because I had made him wait. It was annoying at times. (smile) But I couldn't exchange those times with anything else in the world. (looks up at the night sky) Sometimes it's just too hard to keep on hoping what we can never have. (looks at my hands)I wished I just had spent more valuable time than just wasting it on waiting. And sometimes I just want to rewind all the things that happened, all the times I spent with him.
//Flashback//
"Deidara, art is infinite and immortal." Sasori debated. The young blonde frowned and looked back at his partner. "No, danna! Art is fleeting and finite." We had quarrels about art each day, debating our views of art. It always made me competitive, trying different things to win but never aimed to be better than him. He was the sole reason I cling to such a hobby, the sole reason I continued to serve in the organization and the sole reason I lived. Our fellow members in the organization would cuss at us for being such a noisy pair but I didn't care. "Danna!"
But now…I guess I really wasn't able say what I felt for you and I just let the opportunity slip beneath my fingers. (sigh) I wasted such precious time and here I am, doing all the talking as always but rather than replying. You're just there lying beneath the earth and listening to me blab about such useless stuff. Really danna, I wasted such precious time. Time that I can't ever get back. Maybe you're just in Nirvana waiting for me to shut up or to join you. I don't care really if I'd have to kill myself to be there with you. 'Coz danna…
You were the art in my criminal eyes…