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Deidara's newest partner since Tobi had left the Akatsuki was Yuki Aoi of Kirigakure. The blonde certainly liked the brunette, but he never thought that just a month after being accepted into the organization, he would fall deeply in love with her.
" Yuki-chan… What do you think of art, yeah?" The rain kunoichi gazed at the sunset-painted landscape from the small window of the room they shared, pondering Deidara's question.
"…Art is something that can and can't be eternalized, Deidara-kun," she said in the low voice the blonde had loved as soon as he heard it. "For some, they believe that art will remain forever; embedded in museums and in memory.
"Yet also," she continued, shooting a inquisitive glance at the Iwa nin, "art is only art while there is someone alive to call it as such. In other words, art will only flourish for a brief time, before-" she snapped her fingers for emphasis, "-disappearing forever, never to be recalled."
Deidara tore his gaze away from the sunset and looked at her. Eyes the color of rain stared back at him, making her gorgeous face even more beautiful.
"Another question," he said, turning his eyes back to the darkening sky, "What do you consider art, yeah?" Yuki felt the blood rush into her cheeks at his gentle tone. Finally, she shrugged.
"This sunset, for one. The glittering of snow as it covers a landscape…" Yuki saw Deidara move closer to her from the corner of her eye.
"…The wind in the trees on a midsummer's day…" The kunoichi gulped as the blonde stood in front of her, his gaze soft as she had never seen it before.
"…A bird in f-flight…" Deidara took her pale hand and placed it against his cheek, wanting to know what it felt like to have her touch him, if just for an instant. Yuki looked into the Iwa nin's good eye and saw so much loneliness and pain, it nearly broke her heart.
"…A flowing river… The falling rain…" she whispered as he brought her close.
"Well, you may think those are all art, but I know what truly is, yeah…" he said softly, his lips hovering mere inches over hers.
"What?" she asked.
"… You."
A/N: Was that bad or what? Thank you for reading this, but, if you will, please forgive my dishonorable writing once more.