A/N: ok well first of these are not my boys, I wish they were but they are NOT! ok thats done. I have no idea why i wrote this. It's not in my style nad it's not anything I would write most days. I guess it has something to do with me being board. Anyway, This contains spoilers after the Three Year Jump. It also mentions Shounen-ai. If this bothers you go away. If not then I hope that you like, and please tell me what you think. Any feed back is good, unless it is flame, and then I laugh.
Deidara doesn't smile anymore, not since Sasori. He doesn't laugh, and he doesn't cry. He goes through his days without caring, without feeling. He does nothing to avoid kunai or shuriken. He doesn't dodge enemy attacks as well as he should.
Deidara doesn't set off his bombs in their hideout. He doesn't chase Itachi around trying to get him to help paint his nails. He doesn't torment Tobi, even though he is alone with him most of the time.
Kisame and Itachi see what is going on. And Itachi knows why the blonde is like this. He knows that the other Akatsuki member is empty. There is no more life left in Deidara. There is no more emotion left in him.
Zetsu stays around Deidara's bed. He will not move, and the plant seems excited about something. Itachi knows that Deidara has finally given up. He is waiting to go to were Sasori is. Itachi knows what it feels like to give up. After Kisame died he started down the same path.
Deidara's body is cold to the touch. Tobi can not understand how he could die. The blonde had not been sick. He stayed in his room. He stayed as near to Deidara as he could. He did not visited his partner while he had lain there. He knew what was coming, but he did not want to deal with it.
Itachi visited the grave. His eyes were dry. He didn't care any more. His friends were gone. His lover had left him too. He felt empty and hollow. He felt the need to join them. He knew his brother would never beat him. He knew he would never lose the pain of killing his family.
Itachi pulls out the vial. The liquid is a deep red, the color of his eyes. It was a gift from Deidara before he left. He said it was from Sasori. Itachi takes the top off and drinks. The poison is fast. He knew it would be, that's how Sasori made it.
Itachi settles down, his body stretched across the grave. The Akatsuki will know what happened. They will even know why. Or think they do. They will never know the numbing pain that they had to deal with. The pain of losing the person they loved. The Akatsuki are criminals, they do not have hearts. Itachi sees it as a good thing he was the last. Now the Akatsuki is pure again. Not that he really cared much for them. It was just a way to be with his friends.
Itachi smiles as the light slowly fades. He doesn't need the Akatsuki anymore.
