Deidara, do you remember me? I used to be your old Akatsuki partner, Sasori. Back then I was intermediate of human and puppet, but now I'm not either one of them. I see others, but only few of them can see me. Right now I'm what you call 'ghost'. I just stared at his face, face, who leaved me behind with they two, believing, that I will survive. But I didn't. I died.
Deidara. There you sleep, and not even notice me. I wanted see you awake, but I can't. And you are still alive, although you are type to die young. We both had artistical sight, but you kept art always 'expoding', and to you, artistic momenth always was so short. You losed your both hands in fight, but you survived. And thanks to Kakuzu, you got them back.
I leave a memory to your table. I go away from you. I go out. Noiselessly. I have killed people, hundreds, maybe thousands, but nobody has caught me. They just founded me. I didn't afraided them and I didn't try to escape. I was only there. And Deidara left from me. And I gave information to prize, as there weren't medal to give them. Now I'm nothing more but air, which is eternal, like my artistic vision. Here outside is raining hard, but I don't feel any huge water drops on my skin. What skin? I don't have that, either.
But now I hear something. Fast steps? Running? I turn around and see him. Deidara. He is looking around, seeking something. It's raining hard, he is all soaked, because he didn't take a umbrella with him. But now he's looking straight here. I move closer, just to make sure, what he's looking. And now Deidara is smiling. "Thank you", He says at last. Now he's going back to house. "It's nothing" I answer to emptiness. I let rain take me away, to eternity.
Okay, that was my first english fic to this site. =)