"Do you ever wonder what's up there and shit un?" Deidara mused openly to the red haired boy beside him. The grass felt wet under his back, rain was such a rare thing in Fire Country that he felt slightly upset that he had missed it. That upset very quickly turned to anger as he scowled up at the purple sky. The smoke from the war had given the sky in this area a constant shade of violet.
"Yes sometimes, although I must say the stars are a pretty incredible sight all by themselves" The boy put his two hands beside his head, moving closer to the blonde beside him. 'God he's beautiful ' he thought to himself, his olive-green eyes glinting in the moonlight. He tried to bury his feelings as quickly as he could in case he spurted them out.
"If God does look down on us, I hope he sees our pain and knows he's the cause of all of it for making us in the first place, that bastard un" shouted Deidara angrily up at the sky. The full moon cast a glow on the side of his face that was not disguised by a mass of blonde hair.
"You get angry at the weirdest things, you need to mellow out a little, go blow up something" The red haired boy said sadly, his friends mood swings had gotten more and more unpredictable as the war went on.
"I'll have plenty of stuff to blow up tomorrow un." answered Deidara, his voice a little quieter, his tone more even. Although the prospect of exploding a few Konoha nin brought him a little joy, he still didn't like killing people. He couldn't understand how Seta, who seemed much more at peace than him, killed other nin so easily and fluidly and with not a speck of emotion
"People aren't that interesting to blow up and the Konoha nin blow up the same as anyone else, not all that special really" Answered Seta, matching Deidara's tone perfectly. He had a habit of doing that, copying other people vocal tones and their speaking habits although he had not uttered an 'un' yet. 'Deidara would definitely notice that' he pondered.
"Still fun to blow something up. Hey Seta…" asked Deidara, his voice reminiscent of his younger self. More quiet and soft-spoken, less aggressive and over-confident. He doubted Seta had ever seen that side to him before. He kept it hidden from the world outside of himself.
"Yes Deidara" He asked timidly. The moon seemed to dip in the sky, casting a perfectly round shadow on the lake to the right of them. He wanted to jump into it, he was expecting a love confession and he didn't know whether he felt that way about the blonde boy yet.
"What do you think the point of any of this is?" Deidara said calmly, his eyes seemed watery but Seta thought that must be a trick of the light.
"I don't know, be happy, get married, or if I'm you, blow stuff up" Seta answered, laughing at his own idea that this boy, of all boys, would randomly give a confession of love. He cursed himself for his own stupidity.
"Fuck off Seta" spat Deidara, back to his old self in a moment. He rolled over onto his front, letting the grass soak through the front of his uniform. His body now touched Seta's all the way to their feet. He curled his legs around the red-head and turned to look him in the eyes.
"Sure I will, but you have to fuck off first, Can I… kiss you by the way?" Seta muttered, the insult having to start the sentence, or the affectionate question would have too much weight. This would be only the second time they'd ever kissed and he felt the fear rise up from his belly, his hands automatically filling with chakra.
Deidara moved closer until their faces were nearly touching, their noses millimetres from each other. "Go ahead."