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A/N: SasoDei slash oneshot; boyXboy. No like no read. Reviews...?
The weather was bitterly cold, with its gray, bleak sky and frosted flakes falling every now and then. A man in a black cloak hurried across the buried sidewalk, his expensive leather shoes leaving imprints behind.
His breaths came out in small gasps as the wind blew again, whispering softly. Dead leaves buried under a blanket of white crunched beneath his feet. He smiled when he had finally reached his destination.
"You're late."
The voice sounded slightly irritated, no doubt, but there was a hint of affection. "As always," Deidara grins, handing the bunch of flowers over. "I went to the florist first."
A roll of eyes. "You don't always have to buy flowers you know; it's frankly a waste of money when all they do is shrivel up and die. They never last forever."
The blonde laughed. "Isn't that the beauty of it?"
"To each his own," He sighed. There was silence for a while as the red head contemplated his next words carefully.
"You don't have to come here everyday."
Deidara raised his eyebrows. "But I want to. It's a pleasure to visit you; I get to see your lovely face." Sasori no Danna scowled, but his cheeks betrayed him. "Liar."
The other smiled slyly. "You know you love me." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
The shorter of the two suddenly leaned forward and stole Deidara's lips; it was faint and cold, just like the weather. But the both of them smiled at each other anyway.
"You'll have to go soon." It was a statement.
"Yes," He replied. "soon." He reached out his arms, and Sasori melted into them. And they just embraced like this, for a brief moment.
"I love you."
"I know that."
"You'll come back tomorrow, right?" There was a hopeful glint in the red head's eyes. Deidara smiled. "As always."
"And keep the flowers." The blonde saw Hidan standing impatiently at the corner of his eye. He smiled one last time and turned away, walking towards the silver-haired man who was glaring at him.
"Do you always have to do this?" He grumbled, lighting a cigarette as they walked.
"Of course. I love him."
"You're wasting your life away. It's already been seven years."
Deidara smiled sadly. "I guess."
"You know kid, you of all people should know that he'd never want you to be like this. Let him go already."
"I can't." The words came out as sobs, and the blonde cursed as he hurriedly brushed his eye with impatience. "I just can't."
It has been seven years, seven long and lonely years since the blonde was left alone. Seven years since Sasori no Danna's life ended in this world.
1942 - 1977
'Fine art is something wonderful that's left long into the future ... eternal beauty.'
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