AN: A bit of Sasori/Deidara fluff. I have to write some every now and then to counterbalance the angst enjoy!
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Gods, he was still so innocent.
Sasori stared at his robe-clad partner, who stared in wonder at the view of Suna's skies. Knowing Deidara'd love this show, Sasori was surprised to learn the blonde had never even heard of the festival. Sasori avoided these celebrations while still a member of Suna, but this once-a-year show could be missed by no one.
Deidara had never seen anything so… so… beautiful!
Fireworks burst across the skies of the desert.
The huge, clear sky was the perfect setting. The air was perfect, too. Life had been weighing on him all day, but then Sasori brought him here! Shattering bangs rippled the air, melting away Deidara's stress from their recent mission. Deidara was home.
The pair rested on a cliff overlooking Suna several hundred meters away. Their high-up view only added to Deidara's exhilaration. "Tha … that's amazing," Deidara whispered.
Leaning back, the s-class nins enjoyed the show.
Such an art form! Deidara had seen lesser firework acts, of course, but like this! This was as great as, no, better than, blowing up an entire village – and he didn't have to do anything! The colors… they were brilliant!
Deidara didn't even realize he was smiling wide – not smirking, smiling – until he had to breathe. He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath either.
Sasori was smiling, too – not at the show, of course. He hated this show. But Deidara looked so happy. He never smiled like that at headquarters.
Through Deidara, Sasori was at home, too.
'The fireworks cover up the stars,' the blonde mused absently. 'Hmmm… the stars are probably what Sasori thinks are beautiful in this scene.'
Deidara glanced back at his partner, surprised to see him smiling. "This show's for you… watch," the redhead commanded quietly. Deidara blushed as he realized he'd been staring. He obliged, asking, "Sasori-danna, why are you here?"
Sasori stared at the back of his partner's head for a moment. 'Oh gods, I hope he's not going to get insecure on my ass again…'
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I mean… you must hate this show. Everything in it is … fleeting." On the last word Deidara turned to face his partner again. His curiosity had overcome his wonder for the fireworks.
"True."
Sasori smirked at his confused partner. His blonde had such a short attention span. Sasori crawled over next to Deidara. "But it makes you smile. So watch."
Deidara didn't. He openly stared at his partner. Who'd replaced Sasori? Favors were not in the Akatsuki Code of Conduct – which his partner strictly adhered to.
This beauty was completely for him.
"I love you so much…" Deidara whispered against Sasori's lips. Lights and sounds from the show happening below faded.
Between the fleeting passion of their kisses, and the forever-promise of their love, Deidara and Sasori were completely at home.
