Time Stills
Things are quiet, like time has finally slowed down enough at the worst possible time.
Enough? It's slowed down enough to realize everything that's happening and take it all in.
At the worst, possible, time.
Because what Deidara needs right now is time to be flying past so he can at least pretend to be living in the moment.
Because all he's thinking right now is screw Sasori and screw his goddamned, everlasting, death.
And he can just think it over, and over, and over again.
Time is so slow that every waking moment is like a lifetime of agony being filled with the image of a broken puppet lying on the ground. But then it gets up, and says in its voice, so dry it doesn't even sound like stone anymore, "I am eternal."
And then he'll look down and all he'll see is death.
Screw Sasori, screw Sasori
Even the Akatsuki is moving slower, the search for the Kyuubi slower still.
So that every member of his organization is at headquarters.
So that every member of that organization can see his pain sketched into every line of his face.
So that every goddamn member of that organization can look down on him with pity.
Screw Sasori, screw Sasori
Time is moving so slowly Deidara can think about every single detail that has ever happened to him in his entire life.
And you know what?
He hates it.
Because he can finally slow down and realize what exactly what he's done.
Because he knows with every fiber of his fleeting/everlasting existence, that what he's done is nothing.
Absolutely, undeniably, nothing.
Screw Sasori, screw Sasori
Because he just stood there and let Sasori die, because he just let them do it, and because he knew, he knew, that this was going to happen.
Because he knew time was the cruelest entity in the world, and it would take Sasori away when he needed him most. And he didn't do a single thing to stop it.
Deidara's life is fleeting. Every second ticking away, counting down the minutes until that final moment.
Sasori's life was fleeting. The seconds have stopped for forever.
But his life was supposed to be everlasting. And Deidara's life is supposed to be fleeting. And if the universe is anything like what he thinks it is, he'll probably get it wrong too.
Screw Sasori, screw Sasori
Time is moving so slowly Deidara can think, and it's possibly the worst thing that has ever happened to him.
Screw Sasori, screw Sasori, and screw his goddamned, everlasting, death.