Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Naruto. Boy, I wish I did though...
Dedication: Yes. A dedication. This is for Maddie-danna, because of the daisies. And most of you won't get that...
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Deidara held a daisy between his finger tips, in case the palm mouth decided to make a snack of it.
It was your normal white daisy, nearly flawless, each petal snow white and perfectly shaped. There were many daisies in the field he was in, but none of them were so perfect; so pretty. He starred at the flower for a moment before bringing his index finger and thumb of his right hand to the petals.
He plucked one off.
"He loves me," Pluck. "He loves me not, hmm."
He suddenly felt like a school girl, praying for her crush to like her back. And it disturbed him a bit when he realized that was kind of how he felt.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
Four petals gone. Deidara knew it was stupid to reference to a flower to find someone's feelings for another, because what did the flower know? It was just a little plant. It didn't have thoughts or feelings or knowledge, did it? No. So how would it know who loves who? None the less, he plucked off another petal.
"He loves me," Love. Love and hate, opposites. And both very strong words that are carelessly tossed around like they were nothing at all. "He loves me not." The sixth petal floated quietly and gracefully to the ground, swaying from side to side.
Deidara was hoping for love from someone that would never love him... and could never love him. None the less, he hoped for it. It made his heart hurt, but he hoped for it anyways. He wished that if he hoped long enough, it would happen.
"...I'm being ridiculous... Hoping and wishing? How stupid, hmm..." He whispered to himself, shaking his head. He set the flower down and stood, walking away. "He loves me not."
The flower lay on the ground, just one petal remaining... He loves me.
Sasori stood against a tree, a good distance away, but still had been able to see Deidara plucking the petals away, but the blonde did not notice him.
He didn't quite understand the significance of plucking the petals off of an innocent flower, but he often saw young girls doing the same thing to find out if the boy in which they were interested in felt the same as they.
The redhead pushed off the tree and made his way down to the field of the daisies. He starred at the white flowers for a moment, then bent down and picked one. It wasn't perfect like the daisy Deidara had. It was a bit wilted and beaten, one of the petals already missing.
"Hello, flower." He murmured. He had no idea why he just greeted a daisy, but he pushed that aside. He plucked a single petal off. Then another, and another. The same emotionless look remained on his face. But a small voice in his subconscious was saying,
He loves me, he loves me not...
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A/N: Well, how's that for corny and cliche? Eh, none the less, I like it better than To Shut One Up...
I kinda feel bad for Deidara... poor Dei.
And I know it was too short. I have issues writing long stories...
Just... don't... don't flame me please... Flames make me very, very sad... And my self confidence is already low enough, thank you.