Disclaimer: I only own this story – Kishimoto owns Naruto and everything within it

A/N: Okay, this is my first story here, so please don't bite me. I was on a whim when i wrote this, so bear with me. To be honest I'm quite disappointed with the way it turned out, but eh...I figured I might as well post it for you to enjoy.

So please read and tell me what you think.

Sasori was livid. How dare the Akatsuki replace him so easily? Forgetting him like he had achieved nothing for the organization!

Though it was understandable, the bridge of camaraderie between the Akatsuki members was never that strong. Nods and bare exchanged words were the signs of communication. Hardly enough to be called a relationship.

But this, this was emotion he had never felt before. Though, experiencing emotion and feelings were rare to the puppeteer; this feeling of betrayal was something he couldn't let go.

As heartless as every Akatsuki member appeared, Sasori hoped or longed for there to be some recognition, reminiscent feelings; at least something that would prove that he wasn't just another ploy for the organization.

Was this what he joined for? To be thrown away and forgotten? Was this just to spite him? The pondering thoughts clouded over his mind, consuming his train of thought.

He was dead, what would it matter. It was over. His everlasting, eternal art…gone. He was gone, but not gone enough. Sasori was held back, dead, but yet still there; an everyday ghost, watching the improvements and additions to the organization. Trailing the halls and scrutinizing every advancement his allies made.

The puppeteer couldn't leave; he couldn't live on peacefully, whether it be in heaven, hell or wherever Hidan's people went.

There was no escape.

Sasori's day lived out as every other. Choosing one member and following the events of their own. His day was whoever's he had chosen.

The puppeteer stood eerily in the hall, deciding in his mind who he would follow that day; yesterday was a decision he regretted, following Zetsu was no longer an option, the two-sided man's eating habits was something to watch, which resulted in Sasori feeling the need to gag, even though he hadn't eaten in weeks.

The red head closed his eyes and slowly walked over to his old room. Feeling a twinge of regret as he attempted to turn the door handle, feeling his hand grip nothing, he inwardly cursed, forgetting that he could no longer touch, let alone feel. Letting out a sigh the Ex-Suna-nin walked straight through the wooden door, entering the room he once called his own.

Sasori scanned the room, remembering that Tobi had left the room previously, more like kicked out of the room, by a certain blonde, the puppeteer continued his search for the said blonde.

His eyes traveled along every inch of the room noting the small differences, them being that all his equipment had been removed and most likely placed in the basement downstairs. He once again felt a twinge of pain inside him, being forgotten so easily; it hurt.

The room only had three doors, one leading to the outside hallway, one to the bathroom and one to a small closet, concluding in his head the puppeteer made his way towards the bathroom, hearing muffled sounds coming from the inside.

He paused in front of the door, struggling to identify the sounds, what was left of his heart began to race.

Dei?

Walking through the door, his eyes met the figure of his partner, well now, old partner. The blonde as crouched against the bathroom wall, the sounds proving to have come from the Ex-Iwa-nin.

Sasori couldn't believe what he was seeing. The brat was crying, hugging himself, his eyes red from tears, his usual grin erased from his face.

"Deidara?" the blonde couldn't hear him, no-one could.

"Danna?" the said blonde looked up, his red eyes peering at Sasori's transparent figure, "Danna,un? What are you doing here?" the sculptor shifted from his previous position, wiping away the tears from his face.

Sasori didn't move, he was frozen, He can see me? Deidara cautiously stepped forward, both fear and curiosity etched onto his face, slowly reaching out his hand towards the red head. Sasori flinched; a pained look appeared on the blonde's face as he retracted his hand.

"Danna? Is it really you, un?"

Sasori's mind was blank; he couldn't process his thoughts, what was happening? The puppeteer swallowed, slowly reaching out his hand as Deidara had done previously.

" Dei, can you see me?"

The blonde stepped forward closing the space between them, staring intently at Sasori,

"Y-yeah, I can, un" raising his hand to meet Sasori's, only to have it slip right through, causing the blonde to jump back in surprise. Sasori frowned, of course that was going to happen; to touch was a dream.

"Deidara, don't be scared, please. I'm not going to hurt you." The puppeteer whispered as he slowly stepped closer to his previous partner.

"S-sasori? W-what the hell, un?" the boy had attached himself to wall again, fear written all over his face

Sasori crouched down, so he was eye-to-eye with the blonde, his insides plaguing at him for causing Deidara to be confused and scare like this.

Despite the puppeteer's previous actions whilst being alive, his death was mystifying and changing, opening up senses and feelings he thought he could never touch again. That being said, among those revelations the red head had it decoded that his attachment to the blonde was more than that partner kind and more of a caring kind; to say he loved the brat was a bit much for him to handle.

Once again the red head reached over to somewhat touch the blonde, comfort him at least.

This was the first time Sasori had chosen to trail the blonde, at other times he opted to follow other members, so he could evade the fact that he was no longer alive and not torture himself with not being able to make contact with blonde. It was as much relief he could do; but today was the day the puppeteer had chosen to face his old partner.

"Dei, trust me, please? I'm here"

The blonde averted his eyes, avoiding any eye-contact possible, looking at the ground before shutting them tightly.

"D-don't do this. Not now, un"

Sasori didn't understand, "What do you mean, Dei?"

The Ex-Iwa-nin shook his head repeatedly, "Danna, don't so this! Don't fucking do this!"

Turmoil flooded Sasori's senses, "Don't do what, Dei?! Honestly, tell me, because I don't understand!"

Deidara's eyes flicked open, "What so you think Sasori?? Fuck! You're supposed to be dead, un! I was starting to accept that and then you come back and I don't know what the fuck to think now, un!"

Sasori blinked, speechless, "Dei…I…"

"You know what forget it!" pain sketched deep into his blue eyes, "You're just a ghost! A figure in my imagination, un! Just leave me alone!"

With that the blonde left the bathroom slamming the door as he left, leaving Sasori to sit alone.

If anything is OOC, I'm seriously sorry; I'll try and work on it.

Please take the time to review. I would appreciate feedback and opinions. Thank you in advance.

A/N:

Hopefully that wasn't too bad. I already have a few chapters set up, so there will be more. But if you do like the story please review, cause that would help me alot in giving me motivation, such and such.