The circus

Sasori x Deidara

Echoes and memories. Lately, that was all that was on Sasori's mind. Echoes of a deep voice, cheerfully tearing his world apart, and memories of long, sun-golden hair on water.

Lastly, Sasori remembered the glittering of tears.

I can't stay . . .

He closed his eyes and wished that nothing had ever happened.

I'll come back when I can . . .

It was too painful for Sasori to handle. He slumped down in his giant chair, puppet materials lying all around him.

Deidara

A tear pricked the corner of his eye, but he was Akasuna no Sasori. He refused to cry.
Especially over a man who had broken his solitary ways, and then left him all on his own again.

Deidara

He refused to cry.

Akasuna no Sasori was a solitary being. The only things in his life were his puppets, and that was the way he liked it. Living, breathing humans were too annoying for the ever impatient Sasori to deal with. God knows people tried to be friends (or more) with the red-headed puppeteer, but he didn't let anyone close. He didn't have a dramatic past that lead him to shun all company, he just didn't like socialising, and it was one of the few things that he wasn't good at.

That was why it stung so much when his only friend called up and basically begged him to accompany him to some stupid event his brother had apparently organised. The friend in question hardly ever begged, so Sasori couldn't exactly say that he only went because he was a good friend. Above all, Sasori was a sadistic bastard, and watching Itachi Uchiha cower in front of his little brother was very, very high on his to do list.

Itachi knew this, of course, and Sasori knew that Itachi was just waiting for the day when he could watch the red-head trying to make peace with whomever he pissed off. You would think that this would happen very often, because Sasori wasn't just sadistic, he was rude as well, but, to tell the truth, Sasori just didn't care. Neither did Itachi, and that was the reason that they got along so well. Itachi had to play the scary manager thingo (no matter how many times Itachi told him the name of his incredibly important job, it just flew straight through one ear and out of the other, so Itachi had finally given up) but he wasn't allowed to act like the heartless bitch he really was.

Let's just say that Itachi had a tally of how any waitresses he had reduced to tears and it was three pages long. Which really couldn't compare to Sasori's six pages, not that it was a competition. Sasori and Itachi were naturally like that, competing, yet totally at peace. No one won and no one lost, which confused a lot of people, including those who had known them from birth or before. It made a bit of sense to Sasuke, Itachi's little brother, because he had the same sort of relationship with Hyuuga Neji, sans the 'peaceful' bit. Sasuke was almost as much of a bitch as his brother, but he was much moodier. Itachi wouldn't appreciate that being said to his face, though.

He knew, understood and played to his advantage his nature as a bitchy, manipulative . . . Uchiha, but he thought the sun shined out of his little brothers ass, which was his biggest flaw in Sasori's mind. Nothing was perfect, except maybe for a few of his puppets. Oh, and anything that would last forever. So that ruled out any human being, though both Sasori and Itachi were close to that unreachable perfection.

But Sasori's perfection was unreachable, untouchable, the perfect goal. Sometimes it depressed him that he would never achieve his ultimate form of beauty, that he, himself, would never be the one to sit by and watch life's never ending cycle of life and death.

Eternal perfection.

That was his unreachable, untouchable goal, and he would never give up on it.

Not for anything.

Me: . . . or so he thought. Mwahahahahaha!

This is my first post, ever, so please go easy on it *begging face*

I'm sick, it's 2:07 IN THE FUCKING MORNING and I can't sleep.

Why not?

Well, you know this little thing called breathing? I can't do it while asleep.

Fuck my life.

Anyway . . . yadda, yadda, I own naddda, and all that disclaimer shit, and I apologise for the depressing ending.

Sasori's always struck me as a moody bastard, and it's like three days since I wrote the first bit (as in, up to the depressing paragraph about Sasori's little 'perfection problem')

It's also short.

I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! *sobs*

I can't STAND short chapters in fics. Bugs the hell out of me. But it was now or never.

This story will probably never continue if I don't get at least three people dropping me a line in a review.

This isn't a 'review or the story dies' sort of thing, but if I don't have motivation, the best I can get is four or five chapters, if I'm lucky.

Anonymous reviews are on, so you don't have to sign in or anything, just one word will do.

It's not that hard.

Anyway, see you one *longer* chapter later.

Hope you enjoyed this.

Nychta is OUT.

Night-night