A/N: Hullo! Uh, read and enjoy? :P
Warnings: Suicide, character death(kinda). Not as bad as it seems, honest. It has a happy ending. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Deidara walked towards the awaiting clay bird slowly, bidding his time. The blonde nin's visible blue eye was red and puffy - almost as if he had been crying.
"I thought that Shinobi weren't supposed to show emotions, Deidara Senpai," said his partner, Tobi, appearing from behind the bird's wing. "The rules say 'no matter what happens, true Shinobi must never, ever, show their emotions. The mission is the only priority. Carry that in your heart. And never, never, shed a tear.' Ah, Senpai?"
"Tobi, I'm not showing emotions, am I, un?" He replied, amazingly not annoyed at the "good boy's" question.
"Ah, not now Senpai, but you were crying earlier!"
This took the bomber by surprise. He could feel his eye twitch in annoyance, and was extremely tempted to feed the mouths on his hands clay and blast the masked nin to oblivion, but he needed to save the clay for something more important. Instead he closed his eyes and inhaled slowly.
"Deidara Senpai . . . are you okay?"
"Why do you ask, un?"
"Well, you didn't try to blast Tobi . . . or suffocate him with your hands! Even your legs! Tobi is worried."
Deidara smiled slowly. "Tobi, worry is an emotion too . . . Now, if you don't mind, could I have a moment alone?"
Tobi nodded his head enthusiastically. "Alright Senpai! But hurry, Tobi is starved! And there's a dango shop nearby. Their food is supposed to be delicious," this said, the nin skipped away happily, still mumbling about how excited he was to go eat.
Deidara, as soon as Tobi was out of sight, sank to his knees in front of his bird. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over once more.
'Tobi's right . . . I'm not supposed to feel emotions. I've told him myself that Akatsuki members are supposed to be serious and calm,' he thought dejectedly.
"But how am I supposed to not feel this emptiness . . . this sorrow . . . this pain?!" he whispered bitterly to the wind that ghosted across his form.
The bird looked at him, cocking its head, as if asking him to explain. He sighed.
"My last memory of Sasori and I is arguing over who got to capture the Nine-Tailed Jinjuriki, un. That's horrible."
The bird made a noise that sounded like a sigh and moved closer to its creator, almost as if encouraging him to say more.
"We would always argue over what fine art is, un. You see, he thinks it's 'something wonderful that's left long into the future', un. I think that it's the beauty of that single fleeting moment of explosion. You agree with me, right? You do explode, un . . ."
The bird snorted and walked away from Deidara, just a little.
'I can't believe I just had a conversation with one of my bombs . . .'
"Hey, get back here! We need to get going, un," Deidara called to his piece of art, slightly annoyed.
The bird turned and walked to the blonde, bowing its head. Deidara jumped on the head and sat down.
"You know where to go, un."
The bird started flying away quickly, wanting to reach its destination. While Deidara usually didn't mind, this time he was acting like his former partner. He didn't want to wait much time to get to where he was heading.
A/N: So, whaddaya think?
The next chapter's already more than half way written. Will probably update soon. :)