~ A Touch Never Felt ~
I do not own Naruto or its characters
The bitterest tears, shed over graves,
are for words left unsaid, and deeds left undone.
Deidara stood by Sasori's grave, tears streaming down his face. Sasori's body wasn't really buried there, it was suppose to be a symbolic thing. Deidara crouched down some to read the description on the tomb:
At least now you're finally free, free from the cruelty of life, and free to love in heaven.
- Missed by your friends
Deidara pulled out a little clay figure he had been holding in his hands. The doll was suppose to represent Sasori, well, at least somewhat. He rested it against the grave.
'If Sasori Danna was here, he would've critizied it...' He inwardly chuckled. Deidara knelt down, and hugged the grave.
"Goodbye, Danna, un." He cried, fresh tears sparkling in his sapphire, blue eyes. "If I could wish for one thing, I'd hear you call my name...."
"Get up, brat." a voice muttered, with a familiar acid-tipped tone. Deidara's head shot up. Hesitantly, he turned around, engaging eye contact with Sasori's cold, brown eyes.
"Look at you, I'm gone how long, and you're already reduced to a sniffling baby." Although it wasn't as heartfelt as Deidara might've preferred, but he was still thrilled to see the red head he thought he lost.
"Danna, un!" Deidara shouted, lunging at him. He clutched Sasori tightly, burying his face in his chest. "I'm so glad to see you." Sasori's body was ice cold, almost like the dead, and he had dried up blood, splattered all over his tattered cloak, hanging barely off his body, but Deidara didn't care, as long as he could be with him, just for a little while anyway. Sasori broke from him, just far enough to wipe the blond's fallen tears.
"Deidara, you need to stay strong, for me." He whispered.
"It's so hard, without you here." Deidara sniffled, his whole body was shaking, from the bitter cold surrounding them, and the sadness that washed over him. "Sasori, I love you."
"I know, but if you really loved me, you'd let me go." Sasori's lips met his, lingering there for a mere instant, then pulled away. That was really all there was to it, short, and sweet, a perfect kiss, a perfect goodbye. Slowly, his silhouette faded away, leaving nothing to remember him by, like he was never there, or perhaps, maybe he was never there. Could it have been all in Deidara's head? Deidara let himself fall to the ground, burying his face in his knees. Letting go of Sasori was like letting go of himself. He wished that all of this wasn't real, he wished Sasori's touch wasn't real, then maybe it wouldn't hurt as much.
A/N - I'm sorry if its not good, its my first time doing SasoDei, and my first attempt at angst. Hopefully, its not as bad as I think it is..