*Sighs* this is what i mean. i write too much! Wells... this idea came to me a while back when i was on a healthcare school trip.. and i just got around to writing it...

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JELLY BRACELET

Deidara looked out his bedroom window disdainfully and watched the movers pack boxes into the back of the moving truck. In went the family photos, the kitchenware, the old toys, the clothes and everything that had made this place a home. Deidara watched as his whole life was packed up into the back of a truck, ready to be taken away.

Dark clouds were gathering in the sky and he knew it was going to rain soon. Yes, it was going to storm and they would be on the road, driving to their new home far away from here.

He didn't want a new home. Deidara remembered throwing a fit when he first heard that they were moving away. He remembered going on about how he had a life here, he went to school here, had friends here and he didn't want to move. But despite his yelling, his crying and relentless destruction of his parents favorite things, they were still moving away.

To an eight year old, the prospect of leaving behind the familiar in favor of the unknown was scary and not something he was looking forward to.

As the last boxes were carried down from Deidara's room, he resigned himself to his fate and went slowly downstairs, dragging his feet and letting his hand trail over the banister, attempting to memorize the texture of the wood and the appearance of his house. A lot of things had happened here and he wasn't quite ready to leave it all behind.

Downstairs, waiting in the bare dining room, was a small redheaded boy. He stared on with bored brown eyes, containing an extra year of knowledge, more then what was contained in Deidara's own blue orbs.

"You're really moving?" he asked slowly, his small voice bouncing off of the walls in the empty room. His face showed nothing of the way he truly felt but his eyes said everything all at once.

Don't leave. I still need you. I don't want you to go.

But those were things he would never, ever say. Not even as a child, with no understanding of the word pride, he still was too proud to speak his mind.

"Yes un," Deidara said sadly, shuffling his feet.

"I thought you said –"

"I said maybe, un. But my parents wouldn't listen!"

The other nodded slowly then bit out, "liar."

Liar? Deidara had never thought about it that way. He had said he would try to change his parents mind, that he would try and convince them to stay… he had never made any promises that he would be able to do it. After all, Sasori knew how stubborn his parents were when it came to basically anything but still, the look in the redheads eyes, was it true that Deidara was a liar?

No, he decided that it wasn't. His friend was just acting out, getting emotional because they'd never see each other again. That was it! But even as Deidara thought these thoughts and realized these things he began to grasp the fact that he really wouldn't ever see his best friend again.

This was terrible. He had spent barely any time worrying about things like that but now…

"You are you know," Sasori continued. He looked down at his hands before shoving them in his pockets. "You're a stupid, mean little liar!"

"Shut up, un!" Deidara said, close to tears. What a way to say goodbye, he thought. If anybody here was mean, it was Sasori! "I tried my hardest! It's not my fault and anyways, I never promised it would work, un!"

"No but you promised you'd never leave," Sasori said calmly.

Deidara paused, slowly realizing that he had in fact, made that promise.

It must've been a year and a half ago, when Sasori's parents died. Right, that was it. the little redhead had been so distraught, it was the first time Deidara had ever seen him cry, though he was sure most children cried all the time whether out of fear, pain, happiness or immeasurable sadness, Sasori never seemed to do so.

Of course, it was a shock to the miniature blonde when he went next door, only to find his friend in tears while his grandmother spoke to a couple of police officers. At first Deidara was concerned Sasori had been hurt but hearing what had happened, he felt only pity for the small redhead. Of course, he was worried that the boy would move away, but that was a secondary concern, right behind getting Sasori to smile again.

Deidara did everything he could. He dragged Sasori outside to play all his favorite games – after being cleared by his grandmother first – and brought the boy all his favorite treats. He even let Sasori try to teach him art – something the two were constantly arguing about – but none of it seemed to work. It seemed to Deidara, that because he was only a child, he couldn't do anything at all.

It happened around two months after Sasori had fallen into his mini seven year old depression, that the kid finally sat down to talk to his friend about what was making him so sad.

"You're going to leave me," he had said very, very quietly, "just like mum and dad did."

Immediately Deidara spoke up to defend himself. "Nuh-uh, un! Why would I do something like that anyways?"

Sasori shrugged, silent tears trailing down his cheeks and leaving shiny wet tracks, "I don't know. Maybe you should ask my parents why they left."

Deidara put two and two together in his mind and after realizing it wasn't five, he got four and figured out what was really going on with his friend.

"Aw come-on, it's not like they meant to leave!" he yelled, "they were just… they just…" Deidara frowned, still not quite knowing what death was so he couldn't quite tell his friend what had happened but he knew it wasn't on purpose and that was the important thing.

"Whatever! Don't lie to me; they left because they hate me! Granny Chiyo says they left and now I can never see them again and pretty soon she'll say the same thing about you!"

Still, Deidara shook his head defiantly and said, "I'm not going to leave you. I'll be here forever if that's what you want, un."

Sasori sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"Promise?" he asked, his voice going back to being super quiet, "promise me you'll never leave," he stuck out his pinkie finger to make it official.

Deidara nodded and stuck out his own pinkie finger, connecting it with Sasori's. "I promise," he said.

"Un, I am a liar," Deidara whispered, horrified that he had let himself do such a thing.

"Yeah, you are," Sasori whispered back.

For a moment there was silence as they stood in the bare room where Deidara's family used to eat their meals but was now just an empty, sad space. They both had memories here, both happy and sad and now it seemed like they would have to say goodbye to all of that. Perhaps a new family would move in here and they'd have a small boy Sasori could become friends with though it wouldn't be the same, not even if the kid was just as stupid and annoying as Deidara.

And maybe in the new house, where Deidara was going, they'd have neighbors. Maybe there'd be a proud, impatient, easily annoyed little boy there but it would never be the same as this. Not at all, not even a little bit.

"I didn't mean to lie," Deidara said, finally breaking the silence.

"No, I know," Sasori told him, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "I wanted to give you something before you left… um, two something's actually."

Deidara's teary eyes brightened up and he smiled slightly as Sasori drew his hands from his pockets, each holding a jelly bracelet. One red and the other blue. He slid his wrist into the blue one and tentatively placed the red one around Deidara's own, thin wrist.

"It's so you never forget me, okay?" Sasori whispered, growing increasingly nervous as the seconds ticked by and his friend observed the bracelet.

"Okay, I never will, I promise, un," Deidara said, "and what was the other thing?"

Sasori blushed slightly. He remembered hearing at school that when you loved somebody you were supposed to… but he didn't know a lot about such things. He did know however, that he loved Deidara.

"C-close your eyes first," he said.

Only slightly confused, Deidara obeyed and closed his eyes, pressing them shut tightly in anticipation for the exciting unknown.

Sasori leaned closer slowly, feeling every fiber in his body shaking with nervousness. He had only ever seen this done on television so he recreated it and hesitantly pressed his lips against the other boys, letting his eyes droop closed as he had seen on screen.

Deidara's eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar contact and he blushed, seeing what the cause was. Fighting a niggling urge to pull away from his friend, Deidara pressed back slightly, almost instinctively. The kiss continued until Sasori pulled slowly away and whispered, "I love you Deidara, don't ever forget that either."

Despite himself, the small blonde smiled and said, "I love you too un, and I promise I won't ever forget."

"Deidara! Come-on it's time to go!"

Deidara sighed and frowned as he heard his mother calling him from outside. This was it, time to go. He looked at his friend and saw he wore the same look of disdain.

On a whim, Deidara pressed another light kiss to Sasori's lips and whispered, "goodbye un."

Deidara rushed outside leaving his old friend standing in the center of a sad, empty room. However, the redhead was smiling now, rather than displaying the falsely apathetic face he wore before.

Goodbye Deidara, maybe we'll see each other again someday.