DISCLAIMER: Have I ever owned anything?
A/N: I felt weird so i took the time to release my weird feelings into here. This was a spare time thing, so enjoy.
Sasori lay on the ground staring at the sky. He was expected back at the base hours ago, but the puppeteer felt no need to hurry.
The red head was tired; paralysed in a state of an unbeatable mind, trying to figure out something that wasn't his to figure out. He'd spent too much time fighting what he thought he could fix. But there wasn't anything he could do; some people can't be fixed and some people don't want to be fixed.
He had watched from the outside. Seeing the passing events, accepting them to be nothing more than what they were. Some people didn't want to face what they were battling, wanting to forget anything that held them back; fighting the invisible fight.
Watching the expression on someone's face when they know they're going to die was something Sasori was used to. But watching someone die on the inside, their insides plaguing against themselves, not in an internal illness but in a way where there was no hope; a battle of the mind. That, was something Sasori couldn't bear to see.
The puppeteer had seen the days go passed; watching the blonde as if he was from a television show. Half disbelieving to what was going on with his partner; the blonde was avoiding anything that had to do with reality. Everyday was monotonous torture. Any spontaneity that resided in the Akatsuki base had evaporated along with the drained energy the blonde had been trailing around with.
Sasori was out of ideas, emotional support wasn't his forte, but this was getting ridiculous.
"Brat."
No answer.
Sasori frowned, "Brat."
Deidara was turned towards the window, his back facing the puppeteer.
"Deidara."
The blonde slowly turned around, looking towards Sasori with half-lidded eyes, the moonlight from the window hitting his pale face.
"What? un" Deidara's voice was low and out of character; lifeless.
Sasori blinked. He had gotten used to the blonde's new attitude but this was beyond what he had seen. "Talk to me."
The blonde stared, looking but not seeing. "Not now, un."
Sasori walked towards the blonde's bedside, standing behind him, "This isn't good for you."
Deidara, looked at the puppeteer, lifting his hand to stroke the red head's face, "I know."
Sasori placed his hand on Deidara's, looking out the window, "'I know' is never good enough."
A/N: Hopefully that didnt make you feel sad or anything. Reviews are appreciated!
