A/N: Hullo. Well, another fic . . . Hope you enjoy it. :)
It's based on the song, and the music video for, 30 Minutes, by t.A.T.u. The lyrics will not be in this fic - at all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or 30 Minutes by t.A.T.u.
Deidara ran into the bathroom and locked himself inside a stall, Sasori's bag hanging from his shoulder. The blonde quickly shoved a small clay figure, a bomb, into the bag and lay it on the floor, raising both hands to rub his temple. A breeze hit his face, and he could feel the trail that his tears left not too long ago.
His chest still ached from seeing his Danna, Sasori, locked in Gaara's embrace. Sighing, he opened the stall and placed the red-head's bag next to Gaara's gourd. He looked down at the two items, tears crawling into his eyes and cascading down his cheeks again. Then, two familiar voices echoed down the hall.
Deidara lifted his head, rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, and scrambled back into the stall, leaving it ajar in order to get a view of what was happening.
Sasori walked into the bathroom with Gaara on his arm. They were both giggling, and a pink tint adorned their cheeks. Deidara felt his heart twist a little at the sight. He saw Sasori look in his direction, but he was sure that the Akasuna hadn't seen him. Sasori glanced back at Gaara and smiled, picking up his bag while Gaara picked up his gourd.
Whether Sasori saw the words 'Thirty minutes, make a choice' written on the space that was under his bag, Deidara didn't know, but he hoped that his Danna did. Setting his timer for thirty minutes, the blonde started to walk out of the bathroom, his face an emotionless mask.
"Uff!" Deidara grunted as someone bumped into his shoulder. He looked up to see Lee, Gaara's former lover. Lee's eyes were red, much like Deidara's.
"Oh, sorry, D-D-Deidara. I was just, uh,-"
Deidara raised his hand to stop Lee from stammering.
"I know, un . . . It's okay . . ."
The air between the two was filled with a quiet sadness. Deidara briefly reconsidered his plan to blow up Sasori and Gaara if Sasori made the 'wrong' choice, to save Lee any more pain, but he shook his head and got rid of those thoughts. He needed to know what Sasori really wanted.
"Uff!" Deidara grunted again as Lee hugged him tightly, sobbing slightly into the blonde's shoulder.
"Thank you, Deidara . . ."
"For what, un?"
Lee let go of the blonde and shrugged, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
"You understand."
A/N: You like? :)
I'll update soon, I guess. Sorry about my streak of depressing-ness. I just find this much easier to write. :)