Deidara had first met Sasori one dreary day, the same day he had joined akatsuki. Sitting along in the field not far from the headquarters, watching the surroundings. The pitter patter of the rain began as Deidara sat. Raining, and depressing. Deidara had never felt so far from home as he did right now.
The rain came down harder and drenched Deidara's hair and cloak, chilling him to the bone. Some where in his heart he knew this was going to be the death of him. He heard a footstep in the mud behind him, and turned to face the person. And there he was.
A fragile, young man. Red hair picked up by the breeze, and deep brown eyes that bore into his soul. An artist's soul alike. The odd feeling that they were destined to meet like this. He was holding an umbrella and looking down at the blonde, who sat in the mud.
"Need a hand?"
Deidara stared up at the man's out stretched hand. He gave a weak smile. "Hai, thank you danna, un." he said respectfully as he was pulled to his feet. The man gave a little sigh. "Why so sad? The beauty of this place lasts forever, it won't be washed away..." Sasori said walking towards the headquarters. The earth nin looked around at the landscape being watered blissfully. "No, beauty can only last for a moment..."
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The day after Sasori died, he sat in their old room looking at the puppets hung around the room. None of which resembled the radiant beauty Sasori had been. "Oi, oi! Deidara. You have been assigned a new partner." Kisame said, waving a paper Pein had given him.
Deidara threw a shoe at the shark man. "Leave me be! Un!" he shouted. Kisame smirked. "You still upset about the puppet master. You can get puppets a dime a dozen" he said, pointing around the room. Deidara pushed past Kisame in his effort to escape the reality. "But his beauty was the kind that is fleeting!" he shouted, running out of the lair.
How depressing. It was dreary and rainy. Like the day Sasori had first spoke to him. The rain poured as the blonde strode across the field. He paused. Someone was in his spot.
A boy with an orange swirl mask. Sitting sadly in the mud. He looked up to the skies, and felt the odd feeling Sasori wanted him to continue foward. He walked up and stood behind the new member.
"Need a hand?"
The boy looked up, and held his hand quietly.
Deidara gestured to the landscape around him. "Enjoy this beauty while you can, it is too fleeting and is no good for a caring heart."
The boy shook his head. "N-no senpai. Beauty in one's eyes will always remain in one's heart.
And the two walked back to the headquarters...
Sasori- danna, I have the feeling he needs me more