Is this death?
Is this pain?
Why…Why does it hurt?
I thought death was supposed to be light,
I thought this was the way to freedom,
But Deidara,
You were the one
That made me cut myself
You were the one
That made me damaged
It hurt when
You smiled
At him
It hurt when
You said
"I love you"
To him
He's a weasel, you know
And now
You left
Me
Here
Alone
…
No
…
Sasori!
Why did you come in here?!
With me all bloody!
.
.
.
You idiot…
.
.
"Sasori!", Deidara cried, tears staining his tan face. He held Sasori's dying body in his arms. He was going to invite Sasori to Kisame's bowling party. When he arrived, Dei found Sasori's bedroom painted with blood with a cut-up Sasori on the bed.
"Wh-what the hell is wrong with you…" his voice now faltering.
"…I…did it…because," Sasori panted,"…you…destroyed…me…"
2 months later…
Deidara stood in front of Sasori's grave.
"I don't understand what you meant…that night", he whispered, "but I will live on…for you…"
Little did he know,