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Deidara stare at the pictures in the album on his lap. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as his finger traced the face of the redhead he loved. It had been three years since the accident. Deidara had recovered all of his memory. Every day he called Sasori's phone. No one ever answered. He knew it was hopeless. Sasori had walked away from him that day. That day he had been left on his own to find out who he was.

~Flashback~

Deidara had just woken up in the hospital, a cast on his arm and leg and several stitches along with minor cuts and bruises. Machines around him beeped different tones and an IV kept him tethered to a pole. A redheaded man was talking to a nurse just outside his room. The man nodded and said something before returning to the chair at the blonde's bedside. HE took out a book, not realizing the blonde was awake. Deidara looked at him curiously and cleared his scratchy throat, finding his raspy voice just enough to speak.

"Who are you?" The blonde asked.

The redhead looked at him with astonishment. He had hurt in his eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed, taking the blondes hand. He reached up and moved a strand of stray hair from the blonde's eyes.

"You don't remember me?"

"I remember an accident. But everything before and after is blank."

"Deidara… You were almost killed in that crash. I thought you'd never wake up. It's me. Sasori… Don't you remember me?"

"I'm sorry. But I don't know who you are."

Sasori stared at the blonde for a few moments. The doctor had said that he could have memory loss, but that it may not be permanent. The pain in Sasori's heart was agonizing as he made an irrational decision. He set the photo album he had brought to look at on the bed and stood grabbing his jacket. His heart sunk as he walked out the door and didn't look back.

~End Flashback~

Two weeks after that Deidara had been released from the hospital to start his life over. He had been dropped off by people who said they had been his friends. They helped with settling him in his apartment that was slightly emptier than before. Deidara had politely thanked them and was left on his own. He had struggled at first, but managed to work things out where he could move around and care for himself.

Deidara had slowly recovered his memory over the course of two years. He had spent the past year finishing his physical therapy and moving on with his life. He remembered little things at first, like his birthday and family. It didn't take him long to track them down. It also didn't take long to remember why he had left his family. The years of abuse and neglect were hard to work through and had required a lot of psychiatrist appointments.

Soon the memories of him and Sasori had begun to flood back. He remembered when Sasori had taken him in during a blizzard, after his family had kicked him out. He remembered the love they shared for one another. He remembered all the time they spent together traveling to Sasori's home town and meeting his grandmother. She had been so kind to him until she died.

After he had recovered all of his memory he found Sasori's phone number. It was scribbled on several pieces of paper around his apartment. He called everyday at three pm. It had been a year of calling and not leaving messages. One year of trying to contact the only person he loved and had left in this world. No one ever answered. It always went to voicemail. Deidara had never left a message before. He was too afraid to speak. This time he had left one.

"Hey Sasori… It's me… I remember you. I remember everything, un. I still love you… Call me… Please?"

It had been two days and he hadn't gotten a call. Deidara's heart was breaking in pieces. So tonight he sat on the park bench alone. He was glad the park was empty. As he flipped through all of the pictures he found one of them at Christmas. He looked up from the album at the lights in the park. His heart broke a little more at the sight of the Christmas lights. The snow blanketing the ground was beautiful. Sasori loved the snow. It was why he had moved from Suna.

Meanwhile Sasori had moved back to the city after three years away in Suna. The desert was nice but he missed a white Christmas. As he walked through the park, with his hands in his jacket pockets, he thought about the message on his phone. The number that had called him every day for a year had finally left a message. And how surprised he was to find it was Deidara!

I never thought he would remember. The redhead thought about his blonde every day. Oh how he had missed the other over the past three years. He had tried so hard to move on but never could. No one ever seemed to care like the blonde did. He had even gone back to women and had no luck moving on.

Up ahead he could see a figure on a park bench, bent over a book. Long blonde hair covered the persons face, spilling from a high ponytail. The figure was shaking and it made Sasori shiver at the cold air, bringing his jacket and scarf closer around him. It can't be, he thought. As he approached the figure he heard muffled sobs.

Deidara had set the book down. He hugged himself and sobbed into his jacket. There would be no Christmas with Sasori. The memories of their favorite time of year were like knives in his chest. He had no one to drink hot chocolate with and watch movies. No one to give a gift to. His heart broke a little more as he thought of the loneliness he couldn't shake. Footsteps caught his attention and he struggled to wipe away the flood of tears. In his haste, the photo album slipped from his lap into the snow, a single photo slipping lose and floating away with the wind. The photo floated to a stop at the feet of a breathless redhead.

Sasori had realized that the person was Deidara. He picked up his pace and was within feet of the blonde when the book hit the snow. Deidara was wiping his eyes quickly before looking up to watch a photo get blow away by the breeze. It came to rest at Sasori's feet and he bent to pick it up, looking up to meet the eyes of a shocked blonde with outstretched hand. Sasori stood breathless. His heart had begun to race. His Deidara was standing just a few feet away. So close. Sasori was so close he could reach out and touch the blonde.

Deidara's heart had all but stopped beating. There in front of him was the man he loved. Sasori's hand reached out and touched the blondes face. He closed the gap and in seconds Deidara was lost in a mind-blowing, passionate kiss. Sasori wrapped an arm around Deidara's waist and pulled his body closer.

When they broke apart for air, Deidara let out a choked sob. Sasori wiped at the tears flowing from the eyes of the man he loved. He handed the photo back, smiling softly seeing that it was one of them together under the lights of their first Christmas tree, and held the blonde close in an attempt to comfort him.

"Dei I am so sorry. I should never have left you. I thought about you every day."

"Y-You never… called me back, un. I called every day for a year. I f-finally gave up, un. I thought you moved on."

"I tried to. But I only ever loved you. It hurt when you didn't remember me. But I promise I won't leave again."

"I remember! Everything we ever did together. I remember it all. I won't ever forget you again! Please, un! Don't leave me!"

"I promise I won't. Don't worry. Now let's go home."

Deidara picked up his photo album, brushing the snow off before sticking the loose photo back in it, and led the way to the apartment they had shared long ago. Everything was exactly how Sasori had left it except for the bare Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. Deidara looked down at the floor after he had hung up his jacket and Sasori's. He hadn't had the heart to decorate the tree alone this year. The past three years he had done t hoping it would bring his love back to him, but to no avail. Sasori took his hand and pulled him to the tree with a smile. He handed Dei an ornament. Together they spent the night decorating it and cuddling on the couch.

Christmas morning was happy and full of love as the couple spent the day indoors, sharing kisses and each other's company. Deidara hadn't had much money to buy any gifts because he had been working hard just to make ends meet alone. Sasori just smiled and held his blonde, telling him he didn't need a gift so long as he had Dei and his forgiveness for leaving. They both agreed the best gift was having each other and being together.

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~Shadow.