SPECIAL NOTE: this fanfiction is a collection of drabbles and one shots of different pairs. Pairs ranging from Yaoi to normal ones. From Akatsuki Related to non-akatsuki. From corny to lust, angst to hurt, humor to horror, and what not. Alerts will be given if the drabble or oneshot will be a yaoi one or a normal one. So if you don't like yaoi, please be reminded that I will put a 'warning' like sign. :D
Warning: First chapter is of course, going to be with my favorite pair. This first drabble will be yaoi. SasoDei. It's not corny. Just something.
Authors Note: First drabble and one-shot collection! Also, my writing style changes. They vary. Weird enough. Woah. I got inspired by this awesome author who wrote drabbles also. So thank you for the inspiration! :D And thank you for making me fall in love with the great pairing of NejiTen.
-;-
"Smiling"
Sasori was never one to smile. No, he smirks. And when he smirks, it means you're about to die. He looks smug. But he never smiles from his heart, how absurd that might be. He was not the man to keep on smiling.
Even when he was young, he felt no need to smile after his parents' unfavorable death. He keeps himself strong, strong enough to survive his eternal life. Though by keeping strong, he has locked out all the other emotions. He has become fake. Fake outside, inside, mind and body. He was fake.
-;-
Deidara was a ray of sunshine for Akatsuki. He brought anything at bay, and can make even the sadistic of all smile, even if it is a smirk. But only two would not smile for him. Itachi and Sasori. Itachi was another story because Deidara doesn't like him that much. But Sasori.
He has tried very hard to make his partner smile.
And when he decided he'd give up, something unexplainable happened.
-;-
Sasori leapt away from the barrage of weapons as a final explosion occurred. Though the explosion and the weapons surely wouldn't hurt him, it would do otherwise for his partner. And quite surprisingly, the explosion was not made by the blonde.
As smoke cleared and their opponents fell to the ground after their throats were slit, Sasori finds his partner.
Deidara had been wounded. Just in his chest, his cloak had practically been tore off as he rolled his shoulders, ignoring the kunai that was embedded there, to get his cloak off, the remains, that is.
Before he could touch the kunai, Sasori had taken the liberty to, none-so-gently, pull it out from the younger boy's shoulder. He threw it to the ground and pushed Deidara down a bit gently from earlier, and kneeled down to be in height with him.
"You're careless, brat." Sasori says as he wiped the streak of blood that ran down his face.
"At least you're here, danna, yeah." Deidara said, huffing as Sasori pushed his hand on the blondes chest, just to get that ooze of poison out. He grimaced as he squinted his eyes.
"Did that hurt?" Sarcasm could be trailed in the redhead's monotonous voice.
"I doubt you'll hurt me intentionally, danna." He smiled and Sasori himself was caught off guard as he smiled himself.
A true smile. Not a smirk. Not a smug looking grin. A smile from the heart… understanding and all.
- ; - ; -
When you smile, the world just can't help but smile with you...
- ; - ; -
--
I hope that wasn't bad. My first drabble-ish story? Please review! Flames, requests, declamations are loved. :D
Kudos, kitties!
