Till Death do We Part
Naruto fanfiction story
I do not own Naruto. Written while listening to 'Out of My Mind' by James Blunt and 'Remedy' by Seether, both awesome songs. This is a death fic of Akasuna no Sasori from Deidara's P.O.V. In no way assosciated with the anime at all. Just for my own time-filler. I'm not responsible if you cry. Honest. I'm just the writer. Who doesn't cry at all most of the time. So maybe I am responsible. -shrugs- Enjoy.
Deidara collapsed to his knees as he sat down next to his dead partner with tears cascading down his face and shattering onto the dusty earth beneath his knees. He rested his palms on the ground in front of him so he could lean forward, blonde hair falling forwards and creating a slight curtain over his ex-partner's dead face, and gaze into the open grey eyes. The eyes were filled with surprise yet a calm peace.
A single crystal of regret fell from Deidara's lone blue eye and splashed on the puppet's wooden chest. He sat back down on his heels and bowed his head so his chin was to his collarbone. How had this happened? How could this have happened? Akasuna no Sasori was dead. His partner who always was on his case about the life-span of art and many other things was dead. This wasn't happening—it couldn't be happening…
Yet it was true. Every part of the cold reality was crashing in on him like icy waves, suffocating him and forcing him to see the honest truth of it all. Sasori was dead. He would never live another day, breathing air into his organic organs. He would never be seen by Deidara with bloodshot eyes leaning over one of his puppets with some tool in his hand another time. Never again would Deidara hear his voice berate him for blowing up one of his puppets or personal belongings.
Deidara took in great gulps of the air that seemed to be crushing his lungs with every breath. Despite the fact he knew Sasori was at peace once and for all, he couldn't help but feel completely alone and vulnerable without him. He pounded one fist into the dirt, causing a small puff of it to come up.
"Dammit, un!" he screamed to the sky with his head tilted upwards. Deidara was now staring into the darkening sky that seemed to mourn with him. "Why?!" He leaned over and let out a choked sob. "…why…" More tremors racked his body and the blonde wished more than ever that Sasori was there right now with him. He could almost hear his voice in his head saying: Deidara, stop crying, you look ridiculous.
All of it was his imagination. The grey-eyed, red-haired ex-Akatsuki member lay dead in front of Deidara. And the only thing the blonde never told his 'danna' was the fact he loved him. But that he'd never get to say nor would Sasori ever get to hear from him because he had no damn clue at all. All Deidara could think off was a line he'd once heard when people got married.
Till death do we part…