No own no sue

I love him. There's really not much more to say. I simply adore him. Even, if… he isn't quite human. I mean, nobody's perfect, ne? It's just that it feels like something is missing. Perhaps a heartbeat. Yeah, that's probably it. It does feel very lonesome, those long nights on the road, just the two of us. I'll look at his cute sleeping face and smile to myself. I just have to make sure he'll never know. I'll scoot just a little closer to his sleeping form. It does seem worth the effort sometimes when I close the distance, but to my dismay… no pulse, no warmth, and no softness. Everything I've always dreamed about in a lover, Sasori lacks. He doesn't care, yet I do. His heart can never beat in the same rhythm as mine. I don't mind. His body is hard and cold. If I can love one of my clay creations as a pet, then why can't I love him? I'll tell you why: he doesn't love me back. Poor little Deidara. Poor little me. He's always been more of a seme type. Why won't he make he first move…? If I do, he'll probably think I want to be seme. My anxiety has gotten so bad that I can't fall asleep. Not even catch a few winks next to his cold, wooden torso. I've always been more of an uke type. Nobody likes to admit to that sort of thing, of course. I have no problem. I am an uke. That's always how it's been.

Now, seeing his lifeless body move beside me to collect his cloak, the evening sun glinting off of the metal cable in his stomach, I wonder if I can make the first move. I don't even know if he likes guys anyways, but I'll give it a shot. After all, no time like the present.

Boldy, I tap his wooden shoulder. He turns to face me, a patient expression on his face. I gulp. Now or never.

"Sasori-dono?"

Silence greets me. Classic Sasori.

"Itoo… Have you ever, eh, had a girlfriend? Or a wife, maybe? Yeah…"

His face turns blank.

"Iie."

I gulp again.

"What about a boyfriend?"

What was that expression? Slightly amused? Ah, crap…

"Iie."

I sigh silently, releasing some of my tension with the air. My mouth opens to speak, but his words cut me off.

"Doushite?"

"Just curious! Yeah…"

Crap! Too quick! The same amused expression crosses his face for a moment.

"I've had my eye on some one, however."

Eh… My chances are basically gone, but let's try it anyways.

"Would you like a boyfriend? Maybe… yeah?"

"You're volunteering? Why not."

I don't even have anything to do to express what I feel, but that's okay. I couldn't if I wanted to.

That night, as I lay sleepy and satisfied next to his lifeless form, I remember that Sasori-kun has recently proved to me that he is indeed, quite full of life. I giggle to myself and scoot a little closer to his 'lifeless body'. He told me recently that I resemble a schoolgirl with a crush. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. Nor did i have the heart to tell him that he is the crush.

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ya, im a hypocrite. I've been converted to yaoi. Sue me. and yeah, they screwed.