Author: Me! Nicole/Kasumi-chan
Anime: Naruto
Couple: SasorixDeidara
Rating: Teen (for safety )
Warning: Yaoi/Shounen-ai (whatever you want to call it)
Notes: Just a one-shot, cliche-ish story to get these two off my mind. And, yes, I know Sasori only human part is his heart, but for the sake of the fanfic...
Sasori concentrated deeply on his work, occasionally mumbling to himself mental notes of what needs improving on his puppets. He ran a long finger down one of the wooden, glossy arms.
Need's to be smoother...
And began sanding it more, in a fast, circular motion, being the expert he is. His hands seemed as if they were almost liquid, flowing, and without mistakes. Though his art was utterly beautiful and well-respected, he always felt that he needed to advance somehow. Even if he won a difficult battle, it wasn't enough to make him stop. He spent a majority of time locked up in his room, working (no suprise). And seeing that he was just a puppet, was never fatigued (or famished for that matter) with his non-stop work. He was, however, occasionally interupted by a certain someone. An obnoxious knock on the door shook him from his focus. Sasori shuffled through the tools on his work desk.
"What, Deidara?" He irritantly glared at the door, then continued on his puppet.
"How'd you know it was me, un?"
He sighed deeply. "Go away, I'm working."
"Again?" He slammed the door open. "You should get out more, un." Sasori ignored him, only addressing to his creations. The room became silent but for a few small footsteps.
"They need improving." He said coldly. But the saddened voice hidden well underneath his own wept with the pain of lonliness. He tried to escape it by rushing to tend to his artwork, not wanting anyone to see how weak he really was. Only Deidara could hear that muffled cry for help.
"They're perfectly fine." He turned Sasori's head to the side, lifted his chin and kissed him softly. "Take a break, un."
Sasori tilted his head down and murmured, "Why should I?"
"You can't hide it forever, danna." Deidara kissed him again. "It'll just eat away at you."
He pushed the blonde away. "What the hell are you talking about?!"
Deidara clung to him closely, arms wrapped tightly around Sasori's wooden back. "Sadness, Lonliness. They're feelings you experience, don't they, un? And you hide them by locking yourself in your room."
This quieted him. He let Deidara pull him closer, feeling the warmth spread through his whole body, and his heart finally freeing from its pressure. Finally, He spoke in a gentle whisper. "It confuses me so much...Why do I have these feelings? Feelings in my head and hands..." Sasori gripped the fresh fabric of Deidara's shirt and buried his head in his lover's chest, smelling the scent of tea mixed with clay.
He chuckled warmly. "Feelings come from your heart, danna." He paused. "And maybe your heart's as sensitive as your touch."
"But..."
"Don't worry about it, un." He placed a kiss on the redhead's nose. "Just be glad you have them."
"Thanks" Sasori smiled cheerfully and took him by the shoulder. "Now about that break..." He pulled Deidara close to his face, kissing him deeply, as if claiming the blonde to be his and only his. He responded by sliding a hand up his shirt and letting the little mouth taste his chest. Sasori twitched at the warmth. "Quite useful hands you have." And continued to kiss him, sliping his tounge in Deidara's mouth.
"Heh."
He stopped and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"What made you change your mind about taking a break, un?"
Sasori released his hair from the band holding it up. "You just look too cute today, Deidara."