His eyes had always compelled me. They had always held hidden compassion that only I had ever seen. He may've been wooden, but his heat was as real as mine, though i knew it would only ever beat for him, never me.
I longed to reach out and brush his crimson hair from his beautiful brown eyes, but I was too scared to. 'It's not like Sasori is like me,' I constantly told myself. 'Not him. He would never even consider being gay'
"Deidara, looks like thay made a good choice in Kazekage. If this one's able to blow off your arm, he must be decent!"
I blushed at the unexpected compliment, and was greatful that the scant light covered it.
"I guess. But with your lame excuse for art, you wouldn't stand a chance!" I replied in the way he would've expected me to.
"Haha, he would've been gone in the blink of an eye! Don't underestimate the beauty of my puppets Deidara-sama!"
'I won't underestimate the beauty... of you,' I thought, longing to say it, but keeping the urge back with a firm hand.
"We'll see the true beauty behind our art in a few days. I've already had one kid try to get this back, no doubt there will be more," he commented, patting the limp body that was the object of our mission.
"But aren't you scared that your puppets are so lame that you're gonna have to rely on me to save you? You know you are Sasori-sempei," I smirked mockingly.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes at me, grinning that beautiful grin that he only ever let slip around me, and walked ahead of me, leaving my cheeks red and my heart fluttering.

o---**---o

We were going to split up. Deidara leading the hot-head Naruto away from the rest, and me staying to figt the remainders. He leaned over before he went to tell me something but as soon as he started, Naruto started to yell. His chance gone, the gorgeous blonde Akatsuki jumped onto his giant clay bird and started mouthing words furiously to me. I tried so hard, but couldn't make sense of it all; I never was one for lip reading.
As he flew off, still facing back, his saphire eyes connected with mine sadly, pleading that I understood. I shrugged, whatever my crush may've wanted to say, it probably wasn't too important, he was never nice to me anyway. But I couldn't help wondering, what was he so desperate to tell me?
The battle started, and raged on. The old woman and kid were better than I had expected. Suddenly, as I had just started to tire, I felt a jabbing pain. Looking down I saw crossed swords through my only human part, my heart. I guess it was for the best anyway. It's not like the only thing I lived for, Deidara, would love me anyway.
As I lay there dying, I realised what the man I loved had so desperately tried to tell me. I finally made sense of his lip motions. It wasn't some stupid remark after all. Those words that he had tried to say to me tumbled out of my lips far too late. Although he was not there, I intended them for him- "I Love You."

o---**---o

I stared at the collapsed and lifeless form, hidden in the sea of ruined puppet limbs and bodies. I shook my head at the crimson haired form, biting my bottom lip gently. I waited until those unblinking eyes couldn't see me before I let my tears fall; he would've laughed if he knew I was crying over him. But I couldn't help it... He had never known the truth. Those beautiful, stone hard eyes were boring into my back, a constant unwavering gaze I knew so well, but this time they wouldn't shift again.
His eyes had always compelled me.