Hey people!! I'm very sorry I stopped writing my first SasorixDeidara fan fiction called Deviant Love Makes for Beautiful Art. I was uninspired and slightly depressed so I didn't feel like doing anything ant the time, forget writing xD Anyway this Sasori and Deidara love story is going to sound familiar because it's the same story but with added parts and…I'm actually going to finish it! But again I am very sorry and I promised I won't let you down this time. Anway, for those of you that didn't read my last fan fiction, this is obviously a yaoi (guyXguy) about Sasori and Deidara taking place right after they captured Gaara and no it is not GaaraXSasori or GaaraXDeidara. Thank you so much for your time and reading this….I would love you even more if you commented though 3
The sun was just beginning to set, casting an orange glow on everything it touched including the pair of Akasuki cloaks making their way along the hot desert sand. The previously intense heat diminished and, in a rare moment, the air was beginning to cool.
The exhausted Deidara started down at the sand, forcing his legs to keep moving. He sighed heavily in attempt to obtain the constantly disgruntled Sasori's attention. His hand wiped the remaining sweat on his forehead and with that, the bomber collapsed on the soft sand. "Sasori-sama…do we have to keep walking? My feet hurt, un." Sasori glared at Deidara through his main puppet, Hiruko.
"Damn it Deidara, get off your lazy ass. The base is still a long journey away and you know how I hate being late. If we are late for leader-sama, I will turn you into a puppet."
Deidara yawned and was unaffected by Sasori's harshness. He was used to it by now and grew not to care. He looked wearily up at the enraged puppet. "Oh, Sasori-sama, we've been walking for two days straight and I had to fight and capture the Shukaku….that Gaara guy was a pain in the ass, un. Besides, I need some rest or else my technique doesn't work properly." Its not like you did anything besides walk and complain, un Deidara thought to himself while mindlessly playing with the fold of his Akasuki robe.
"Your art doesn't last anyway because of the explosive clay so it's pointless. It's forgetful and time consuming." Sasori grumbled and looked up at the now dusk sky. "Damn it, it's almost ni-" The sound of Deidara's snoring stopped the puppet midsentence. He sighed, ran a hand through his crimson hair and regretfully decided not to wake the slumbering bomber. A cold gust of wind blew across the sand causing the puppet to shiver (for those of you confused people, deserts are freezing at night). Worried about Deidara, he laid a blanket over the bomber. He moved slightly and snuggled to the new warmth causing the puppet to smile slightly, a rare moment for Sasori. He laid a blanket down for himself, leaving his puppet, and starred up at the starry sky. Maybe I'm too harsh on him… With one last longing glance at Deidara, Sasori soon drifted asleep unaware of the feeling that reside deep within his contained heart.
Blood dripped down Deidara's young face as his father punched him. "Why the fuck can't you be normal?! It's a simple request yet you act like a girly freak. You and your fucking "art" can go to hell like your mother" his father screamed as he clutched Deidara's neck, spitting in his face. The grasp was too strong for the young boy to escape as tears fell down his cheeks, drifting in and out of consciousness. In a final effort, he bit his father's hand causing him to howl in agony. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Deidara's small feet pounded the ground as he ran faster then ever before. The tears were tinted red with blood as he screamed for help. No one would help the town freak even though his bruises were absolute proof of his father's sins. Blood and tears stained his face causing him to run into a crimson-haired man in a black and red cloak. The man scooped the young boy into his arms and walked away from the horrid village. Deidara nuzzled his face into the soft cloth and fell into unconsciousness.
Deidara's screams rang out through the cool air. He quickly sat up and looked around, soon realizing it was only a dream. He could never forget that memory of his father; the memory which constantly terrorizes his mind. The day his father's usual beating, caused by his mother death during childbirth, spiraled out of control and finally came to a climax. Although he stopped crying, Deidara still shook slightly with fear from his dream. He looks over at the "slumbering" Sasori. He saved me, un, the bomber thought. The same Sasori-sama who constantly makes a comment on everything I do wrong. This epiphany suddenly put the puppet in a new light. With the new thought lingering in his mind, Deidara's crystal blue eyes also lingered…on Sasori. With a fake yawn and stretch by the puppet, Deidara quickly turned around and attempted to hide the evidence of his crying. He didn't know, however, Sasori awoke to the sound of screams but pretended to be asleep, seeing a side of Deidara he has never seen before. He was crying, full of emotion. Much more than just the lazy ass I thought he was. Deidara stood up, put on his Akasuki cloak and noticed Sasori was still sitting and….staring at him? "Sasori-sama, you ok? You seem….different, un." Embarrassed at himself, the puppet got into Hiruko, quicker than usual, and began to walk. The bomber shrugged and followed close behind with his massive clay bird scanning the sky, clutching Gaara in its claws.