~~~ Author's note: Hey guys, what's up! I hope life has been treating you well! Make any grape juice with all the lemons thrown at you? I know I've been trying my best to, but the recipe just keeps slipping away!

So, I decided to do this fanfic in the first person point of view, and I must say I really like writing this way. I think I'll do most of my stories like this from now on. And believe me, I have many other stories.(Mainly SasoDei, but a few HidaShika and other pairings from other books series) I've had this idea in my mind for a while now, and I'm glad I finally got to write it though it would've been smarter for me to actually write one of the stories that I have a complete storyline for. But alas, I am spontaneous! Take a step back before you combust!

One other thing that I have neglected to mention before. I tend to procrastinate when writing, choosing each word with care. So who knows how long it will take me to update. Sometimes I'll have a lot of super ideas for a new chapter but I just can't type cuz I'm too busy with school. But I do make an effort to update once a week, even if it means losing sleep. This is also my first multi-chapter story on here. I've only been talking about it like I have experience cuz I have written the first few chapters of other stories but I scrapped em all and am going to rewrite them...=_='''

Plus I've read other people's stories with over 40 chapters, and it doesn't seem too challenging. Who knows. Now, enough babble. ONTO THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sasori or Deidara or The Naruto series. I would sell my sister for it, though I don't think Kishimoto would appreciate a whiny little girl like I have to. KABOOM!

I watch the sunlight dance across his peaceful face as he sleeps, once again feeling the longing to be able to touch him once more. But unfortunately, I am dead, nothing more than a mere restless spirit wandering this Earth as I wait to complete whatever business I haven't completed already. This waiting is killing me, how ironic that I've already been killed, almost as much as being unable to comfort the sleeping blonde before me.

It sucks being a ghost. At first it was kind of interesting, being able to pass through walls, but I soon found that it was a torture far worse than my former puppet body. It was similar nonetheless. I didn't have to eat, sleep, or breath, and all of that other weak mortal crap. In this body though, I was subject to all those horrible emotions that I had managed to escape for so long. There was a sadness that came from leaving the world when there was so much more to do, a pity for the poor blonde before me who hadn't gotten even a wink of sleep before now. Seriously, it was like the bags under his eyes were going to be as perpetual as my puppets.

Then there was the most annoying thing about him: the illogical, almost magnetic, pull I had towards him. The brat had so much influence on me it's not even funny. When he's happy, I feel happy. When he's crying his eyes out on his bed it feels like some part of me has died and I want to cry with him.

This had never happened before my fatal encounter with Chiyo-baa and that pink haired bitch. I was becoming less of the man I had worked so hard to become. And it was all because I was careless and let my guard down for a split second, then bam. I have two swords through my chest. How fun was that? And how humiliating. To be cut down by my own granny, and by puppets that I had created, no less. Just remembering it infuriates the hell out of me!

The worst part of that whole experience was when I had just regained consciousness as a spirit. I was laying on the cold, rocky ground next to my old body and I had a raging headache, though it was more like I had been stabbed in the back of the skull. Through the pain I could hear soft cries, and when I sat up and cleared my head a little I realized that someone was sobbing very close by. I turned over to see Deidara hunched over, clutching my hollow body to his chest. His face was buried in my old hair, but I could clearly see the glistening tears that trickled down his cheeks.

"Danna..." He whimpered, squeezing the old me closer. You have know idea how weird it is to watch yourself having things being done to you, yet at the same time it's not you. Very confusing, and I know that last sentence sounded wrong. I watched, unsure of what to do, as he continued his soft crying.

"It wasn't your time to go Danna...hic...I-it's not fair..."

He stayed like that for a while, until his tears stopped. I was thoroughly confused by then. Why in the world would Deidara cry over me? We were just partners in crime, right? We never even got along too well, always disagreeing about the littlest things like who got to hold the map on our missions or who's view on art was true. So why...why did it make me so sad to see him like that? Why did it hurt? As I watch him resting, the sun slowly setting outside of the Akatsuki base, I still have no answer.

I continue to watch the blonde as he groggily turns over the next morning. He had slept since early in evening the day before to several hours past the sunrise. It was way too long to be healthy, but then again the blonde hadn't gotten any sleep in the past three days. I look at his eyes as he stretches and yawns and see that the black bags are much less visible, though not entirely gone yet.

I looked him over as if inspecting a piece of jewelry for any imperfections. His hair is a mess, sticking up at odd angles and frizzy, and still in it's ponytail, the blonde being too tired to bother to take it out last night. There was a thin line of dried drool on the corner of his mouth. Huh. Never would've thought of him as a drooler. He was wearing loosely fitting light blue pajamas and as he shakily got out of bed and head into the bathroom I noticed something dangling from his grip, the long sleeves of the shirt hiding most of hit from view.

I followed him, floating through the door, curiosity catching me in it's claws. I'm not a stalker so I don't usually follow him into the restroom, but curiosity killed the cat, and since I'm already dead, why not?

The blonde starts the shower, turning the squeaky handle all the way to the left. I quickly avert my eyes as he starts to strip; I'm no perv either. Only when his silhouette is muffled by the glass shower door do I turn back. It looks like he's holding something, and it's not a shampoo bottle.

"Okay, mini-Danna! Ready for our shower un!" I hear him say cheerily to the object in his hands.

Immediately I jerk my head in, shock flowing through me. I'm sure I would have looked weird if anyone could see me with my ass sticking out on one side of the door and my upper body on the other side. Deidara was indeed holding a mini version of me.

It was a small plushie with cute chibi eyes and hair as red as flame. Just like me. And it looked like Deidara had made all the lines of my puppet parts on the toy with a sharpie. He even had my chest-piece, complete with the kanji for "scorpion."

Wow, I feel just like Doctor Evil from Austin Powers, with my own Mini Me! I feel honored too and...happy. Happiness, out of nowhere, blooms inside me, overflowing, as I watch Deidara pour some shampoo into Mini Me's hair. It's comforting to know that he at least still wishes I was there, when I'm sure that no one else cares, though I should have realized it sooner with all the un-Deidara-like crying and sulking he had done. I just wish that I could talk to him, hold him, wipe away his tears, even for just a moment.

"I'm still here Dei," I whisper, leaning out of the shower to give him some privacy. "Just a little bit out of reach..."

Chapter 2 will be up soon!

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