"ACHHHOOOOO!"
Deidara coughed and blew his nose. He was lying in bed with a fever, a stuffed up nose, a killer headache, and a sore throat.
The blonde couldn't have been happier.
"ACHOO!" it wasn't like Deidara liked the illness or anything. In fact, he absolutely hated being sick. But there was one good thing about him getting sick…
"Deidara, are you feeling any better?"
And that one thing had just walked through the door.
"Not really, danna," Deidara answered, coughing as he did so. He sat up and blew his nose again, then groaned and slid back under the covers of the bed.
Sasori sighed and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out and rested his hand on his partner's back. "Now, explain to me again how you got sick this time?"
"I didn't mean to, danna! I was out of clay, so I went out early in the morning, un. A riverbed's the best place to go, so I was in the water for a while, un. I guess that's how it happened, un." Sasori stared incredulously at the blonde. "What, un?"
"Deidara, are you telling me that you went out early in the morning, and stood in a riverbed for hours…IN THE MIDDLE OF NOVEMBER?! To get some lousy clay?!?!"
"Um, well, when you put it that way, well…yeah, un."
Sasori blinked and burst out laughing. He clutched his sides and doubled over, but he couldn't seem to stop. "Oh my Kami, Dei, I knew you did some stupid stuff, but this has to be the dumbest thing you've ever done!"
"Oh sure, make fun of me while I'm sick, un." Deidara rolled over to face away from Sasori, pouting.
"Oh, come on Dei, you have to admit, that was a pretty good 'dumb blonde' moment." Sasori gently began stroking Deidara's hair.
"Don't stereotype blondes, danna!"
"All right, all right. Now, sit up; I brought you some soup." The sculptor complied and rose. Sure enough, there was a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup waiting for him. Eagerly he grabbed the bowl and began to slurp it down. When he was finished, Sasori set the bowl down on the end table, and Deidara slid under the covers again, ready for sleep. Sasori ran his fingers through the blonde's soft hair, until his partner's breathing was low and even. Gently, he bent forward and kissed Deidara. "Get well soon." He rose and grabbed the bowl, taking down to the kitchen before he forgot.
When he was gone, Deidara let out a gentle sigh and smiled. Yeah, being sick really did suck…
But being taken care of by his danna made it all worth it.