Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or it's characters, I only write about them.
This is the first fanfic I've ever posted for others to read, so, I hope you all like it. I hate the fact that both Sasori and Deidara are dead, but this story is sort of in honour of both of them.
RIP to the both of them.
I could not express my hatred, the pure hatred I had for this Uchiha kid. He was from Konoha, the village hidden in the leaves; the same place that damned pink-haired kunoichi crawled out of that killed my Danna. He left them for Orochimaru, who had done little else but make Danna's life a living hell before he left the Akatsuki. What's more, he had those cold, emtionless eyes that never showed the slightest bit of fear, surprise, hatred, or appreciation for my art. He also had the entire battle planned out almost right from the get-go, all thanks to those goddamn eyes of his. This boy was like tiny demons from hell compressed into a young human body. It absolutely sickened me.
I fought his with all my strength, skill, and used every ounce of chakra in my entire body as Tobi stood back and watched, but it turned out that still wasn't enough. I had no choice but to sacrifice myself to send this demon child back from whence it came, but I felt no sadness, or any type of negative feeling for that matter, in making this decision.
Sasori-danna had never liked my art. We always had completely different opinions, but somehow we still got along most of the time. When I learned of his death, I felt as if the world had come to and end, and it had. Well, at least, mine had. Sasori-danna had taught me so much, even if it was in a very subtle way. He didn't often say much, unless he was yelling at me, but the long silences were probably what I liked most. Just his company was enough. I often wondered what he was thinking about, but it was always impossible to tell. Everything about him was so complex, and that's one of the things I miss most.
Before I had actually met the Uchiha kid, I thought Tobi was a living hell. You could always tell what he as thinking, he never listened to a damn word you said, was alwayings calling "Sempaiii" for the most idiotic reasons, and was always getting himself (and often me as well) into trouble. The most unbearable part of him being my partner was that he was replacing Sasori. He wore Danna's ring and cloak, occupied his room, viewed himself as an equal to Sasori-danna. I never again enter Danna's room, for fear that if I found Tobi sprawled out on the bed asleep I wouldn't hesitate to strangle him.
All in all, the idea of self-destruction made me the happiest I had ever been since Danna's death.
No more Tobi.
I'd never have to see those damned eyes again.
I might even see Sasori-danna again.
As I stuff the large wad of clay into the mouth that had been hidden under my shirt, I smilied to myself. The Uchiha must've thought I was insane, but I didn't care now.
"Sorry Tobi."
Just before the detonation, I could swear I saw Sasori-danna. It was then that I knew I'd never have to be without him again.
Sasori-danna never liked my art. I knew that would never change as long as we both walked on this earth, but that wasn't quite the case anymore. This time I was sure Danna would change his mind. This would be my last explosion; my last masterpiece, and I knew Danna would love it.
This is all for you, Danna. All for you. Then we can be together again, forever.
I couldn't wait any long. My body was finished, and my heart longed to see my Danna's face again.
Goodbye Tobi.
Goodbye Akatsuki.
Goodbye, and good riddance...
"Katsu."