A/N: Well well well...Dei and Sasori...no comment...Here's the next chapter. It's 5:30 am...oi vey...this should be interesting...once again...insomnia is kicking my ass...HERE'S THE STORY!! Ja ne! Reviews make Kittie happy!

Fated Reunion

Chapter 2: Questioning the Relationship and Anger Issues

It had been hours since Sasori put Deidara to bed. The blond twit had fallen asleep on him. It didn't matter. The red head hoped he wouldn't remember a thing, just like usual. Unless his memory had gotten better throughout the years...

Sasori discarded that thought quickly. He looked at the blond sleeping on his bed. He still looked the same. He still held his innocence, even though his innocence was nonexistent. The red head shook that thought away from his head quickly. The last thing he needed to be thinking about was all the intimate moments they had shared together. They had just seen each other again and here he was thinking of what it would feel like to be with him again. Damn his human heart and emotions.

The Suna born sighed quietly and went back to work on his poisons. Well, tried to. The blond invaded his thoughts again. It was just like when they first met. All he ever thought about. All he ever saw. All he ever breathed. Deidara was his drug and Sasori was addicted. Brown eyes fell upon the pale skin of the blond. He stared for what seemed like hours. He saw him stirring and decided it best to turn away. If he stared any longer, he would be tempted to jump in bed with him.

"Danna..." the blond called in his sleep. The red head was cursed. He banged his head against the desk, cursing his luck. He heard rustling and a small whimper. That was it. Sasori shot up from his desk and went over to his bed. He sat down and pulled the blond's head into his lap once more, just like old times when nightmares of Orochimaru haunted him. He stroked the blond hair gently, looking down at him with caring and soft brown eyes. It was as if they never separated in the first place.

The red head kept asking himself "why me?" He received no answer. He just thought it to be punishment for making the mistake of a lifetime. As he stared down at his blond partner, he noticed he had calmed down a little. Sasori's lips twitched in an almost grin. Smiling didn't come easily to him anymore. All he had was brief moments where he thought he could smile. The blond called out to him once more. This time, it was a content call. Deidara snuggled into him, his head on the red head's thigh. A hand was brought up to his head, right in front of his face. It was a weak fist and the other rested on his danna's knee. It was hard to believe the blond was still asleep.

Thin fingers twirled the blond hair between them in thought. It just occurred to him. Where did they stand? What exactly were they to each other now? Deidara loved him. He admitted it. Sasori loved Deidara. But he has failed to admit it yet. He had done everything opposite of his feelings. He thought he was helping himself by keeping the Iwa artist away again. Once again...his instincts were wrong.

He blinked away his thoughts when he felt a hand grab his own. He looked down and saw that his hand that was previously tangled in blond hair, was now being held in the blond's. Brown met blue once again. There was no smile on Deidara's face. There was no smirk. No grin. No emotion. He just stared, silently asking a question. The same one Sasori had just been contemplating. The red head laced his fingers with the blond's before averting his glance out the window. He didn't know how to act. "Sasori-"

"Make up your mind of what you want to call me, brat."

The blond smiled and took it as a sign that Sasori wanted his nickname back. He settled back down, his temple on the red head's thigh. "Danna...is there a chance...we can-"

"I don't know." Sasori figured he might as well get that out there. He wanted to try again with Deidara. Honestly, he did. His pride wouldn't allow him though. As per usual.

"Oh..." came the soft reply of the blond. He felt a hand run through his hair once more. He curled up and snuggled as close as he could to his danna. "Do you still hate me, un?" he asked quietly, scared of the answer.

Sasori sighed and sat the blond up. He pulled him into his lap, cradling him against his chest, his cheek against the blond's head. "I never hated you, Deidara," he said, devoid of emotions once again. The blond released a small breath that was being held during all this. "I...could never...hate you," he said with difficulty.

The Iwa-nin blushed and stole a look up at his danna. He smiled briefly at the look on his face. It was an embarrassed, honest, innocent one. A very rare look for Sasori. "Are you willing to try again, un?" he asked quietly. He didn't know the answer and he was scared to. Hopefully, Sasori still loved him. He just said he never hated him, but he said nothing of falling out of love with him. And Sasori wasn't acting like he loved him. He was just being civil. The same Suna-nin Deidara met years ago. The same as when he escaped Orochimaru. He reverted back to his old ways...

The red head sighed and sat up, giving the blond free access to move his head if he wished. His grip on the sculptor loosened as he leaned back against the head board. "I cannot be sure. I made a mistake..." he said in his usual quiet tone.

Deidara blinked and looked at him. "Mistake, un?" he questioned, unsure of what he meant. He had an idea, but he couldn't be too sure.

Sasori sighed in frustration. "I have to spell out everything for you, brat," he said with a playful smirk. The other Sasori was showing himself. The red head really was bipolar. As was every other member of the Akatsuki. Deidara blinked and looked at his danna, awaiting an explanation. Brown eyes averted themselves away from blue in shame. "I shouldn't have done that..." he said, just barely above a whisper.

The blond caught on. He leaned his head against the puppeteer's chest gently. "It's alright, danna...I know why you did it, yeah," he whispered back, feeling Sasori's arms tighten around him.

"I thought I knew what I was doing, Dei. I thought if I broke up with you...and we weren't together...it would be easier if either of us died." The younger artist nodded in understanding. "It only made things worse. It made the feeling worse. The worry. The pain. It didn't go away until the first year. Your face faded from my memory. Everything about you faded." At this confession, a strangled sob was heard from the younger. This only succeeded in making the marionette feel worse than before. "It wasn't until I made my way back...that I remembered the light of my life," he whispered as he buried his face in Deidara's neck.

The sculptor released a small sob and whimper as he flung his arms around his danna's neck. He missed him so much. And to hear that he was the light of his life...it made the blond very happy. So overcome with joy was he, that he didn't even realize he was nearly suffocating his danna and straddling him. They had fallen when he threw his arms around him. Sasori slid down the head board and to his side. They were now laying in a very awkward position...

Deidara was straddling Sasori's hip bone, him laying on his side with part of his back on the bed. His body was twisted uncomfortably. The blond's face was in the crook of his danna's neck. The puppeteer literally looked like a rag doll of some sorts, or a very human looking plushy. Sasori patted the blond's arm, signalling the lack of air. The blond artist squeaked and quickly sat up, releasing his danna. The red head sucked in a breath of air and laid there. He looked at the blond out of the corner of his eye and stared. "Sorry, danna," he laughed quietly.

Sasori brushed it off and got comfortable. He closed his eyes and felt the blond shifting. He felt a dip in front of him. A brown eye cracked itself open to see what the other was up to. He saw his blond partner laying on his side, staring at him with a small smile. "What is it, brat?" he asked as he closed his eyes once more.

The Iwa born laughed at the name. He had his old nickname back. He reached forward and gently brushed the red strands of hair from Sasori's face. "I missed you, yeah," came the gentle, loving voice Sasori remembered.

The red head opened his eyes and looked into the blue ones of his partner. It was silent for a while between the two, Deidara smiling the whole time and Sasori just staring. 'Why would he miss me when I made his life hell that one day?' he mentally questioned himself. 'It doesn't matter, idiot. He missed you. That's all that matters,'another side of him argued. Sasori smirked and wrapped an arm around the blond idiot. He pulled him closer and into his chest before burying his face in the blond hair. "I missed you, too, brat," he said back to him, his voice softer than intended.

"I'm glad, un," came a small whisper before a kiss was placed on the puppeteer's chest. Silence fell over them once more. There was a knock at the door, much to Sasori's annoyance. "Want me to get it, un?" the blond offered quietly. Sasori debated it for a while until he nodded and released the blond brat to do what he wanted. He felt the bed dip then raise as Deidara made his way off the bed and to the door. Sasori listened carefully. "Who are you, un?" he heard the blond question.

The next thing the red head heard was a thump and a squeak, followed by a laugh. "Tobi is Tobi!" came a hyperactive voice, worse than Deidara's. The red head sat up quickly. He looked down at the two men on the floor. He raised a brow. The blond looked pissed. On top of him, hugging the life out of him, was a black haired boy in an orange mask. Sasori knew this guy would be a problem sooner or later.

"Get off, un!" the blond growled, trying to pry the other off of him. When he saw it was useless, he shook with anger. With one movement, he threw Tobi into a door. The other slid down, whining in pain. Deidara stood and glared at him. "I said, get off," he growled. The red head blinked at he sudden anger of his partner. He smirked. "Get out before I blow you up, yeah!" he growled, his eyes a steely blue.

Sasori got off the bed when he saw one of his brat's creations in his hands. He ran to his side and grabbed his wrist. "Do not blow up my room, Deidara," he warned. The blond was about to protest until he heard his danna speak again and redirect his attention. "As for you...the only thing I have to say to you...is get out of my room."

Tobi's head fell and his shoulder's slumped. "Tobi just wanted to meet sempai," he said in a pout.

The red head looked at Deidara accusingly. "Exactly how many people have you been with, Dei?" he teased, but being partly serious.

The blond blushed angrily and slapped Sasori before walking out. Tobi watched and quickly followed. The marionette touched his cheek and felt a stinging sensation. He started to laugh as if he were insane. He could feel it. He could really feel it. And man, did it hurt like a bitch!

Deidara stormed through the halls, Tobi in tow. "Stop following me, un!" the blond snapped, turning on the other angrily, his fists clenched.

"Sempai...why did you slap red?" Tobi asked curiously.

The blond glared and huffed, stomping off again. "None of your business, you little shit," he growled. He stormed into the kitchen and ran into a hard chest. He looked up in frustration and saw crimson eyes glaring down at him. He glared back and felt himself snap. He punched the Uchiha in the cheek and Itachi stayed where he was, not budging from the hit. "Baka yaro, un! You almost ruined everything!"

The Uchiha turned his head back to look down at Deidara. In an instant, Deidara had been flung against a wall, a bruise appearing on his left cheek. He fell down the wall and spat up blood. He glared at the incoming Sharingan user. "Do not assault me, Deidara," came the cold voice of Itachi.

Tobi ran off and to Sasori's room. He burst through the door and pointed from where he came. "Red! Sempai and Itachi-sama are fighting!" he yelled frantically.

Sasori blinked and pushed past him to run to the kitchen. He saw Deidara pinned against the wall, Itachi's hand at his throat, just as before. He felt his anger rising at the abuse to his blond. He stopped and blinked. Hisblond? Realization slapped him in the face once again. He wanted Deidara back. And he would show him later. Now, he had to stop Itachi from strangling him to death.

The red head stepped in and grabbed Itachi's wrist roughly. He glared at the Uchiha elder and Itachi glared back. He released him before calmly walking away. The blond coughed and collapsed, almost hitting the floor if Sasori would not have grabbed him. He picked the blond up, bridal style, and carried him back to his room. Once inside, he shut the door quietly. He walked over to his bed and set Deidara on it gently. He knelt in front of him on the floor. The blond stared at the floor. The marionette brushed the blond bangs aside again, tucking them behind his brat's ear.

The sculptor looked up at him timidly. The Suna born leaned forward and kissed the upcoming bruise. Deidara felt tears coming to his eyes. A tear fell on Sasori's lips, causing the red head to look at him curiously. He saw the blue eyes smiling and he grinned. "I was attempting to joke earlier," he grinned.

A small laugh came from the younger as he hugged him gently. "Danna...I'm sorry, yeah," he laughed. The older blinked, not fully understanding what he was apologizing for. Was he apologizing for laughing at him, or was he apologizing for slapping him? Sasori wasn't sure, but he was happy he could hear the blond's laugh again. Deidara looked at his danna with a small smile. "Sorry for slapping you earlier, un," he said on a slightly newer note.

The red head nodded. He pulled himself in between the blond's legs and held him close. He gingerly rubbed his cheek with a small smirk. "That hurt," he said monotonously, but it was slightly comical.

Deidara laughed hysterically until he registered exactly what his danna said. "Wait...what!?" he exclaimed, clearly in shock of Sasori admitting to feeling anything. This caused said red head to snicker. The blond held his danna's face in his hands and stared at him in disbelief. "You...you can feel this, yeah?" he asked, trying to make sure.

Sasori nodded. He held the pale hands on his cheek and grinned. "I can feel it," he smiled, looking like he was on the brink of tears.

"But...but you said you couldn't feel anything, yeah!" the Iwa artist yelled again, still sort of shocked and freaked out. This earned another laugh from Sasori. "Close your eyes, un," the blond quickly ordered, taking his hands back from his danna's cheeks. Sasori did so, thinking the brat wanted to test the fact. He waited patiently, his arms at his sides. He suddenly felt a light-as-a-feather kiss on his collarbone. He shuddered silently and wrapped his arms around the blond's waist softly. It was true. If you closed your eyes, it heightened the sensation. That kiss was enough to turn the red head on again. "Danna...how?" came the silent voice of his brat.

Sasori just rested his head on the blond's collarbone. "I think the jutsu is weakening," he whispered back, voice full of lust. This made the other whine and shudder. The Suna born felt himself being hauled up and then down. In an instant, Sasori was laying on top of Deidara, between his legs. He stared down at his blond and rubbed his thumb across the other's cheek softly.

"Danna...what does that mean, un?" he asked, sort of fearfully.

The marionette shook his head and looked to the side in thought. "I'm not too sure, Dei. I think the jutsu is wearing off...I might be regaining my humanity," he said with a small smile. The brown eyes of his seme were glassy. The blond inhaled sharply at this. The warm brown eyes turned to the soft blue ones and stared. "Stay with me, Dei," he whispered softly, bringing their faces closer. Breaths were felt on their lips from the other, showing their need and want. "Don't leave my side."

Deidara smiled and wrapped his arms around his danna's neck. "Never, un," he whispered. Their lips collided in a heated, passionate kiss. So long have they both gone without the taste of another. So long have they gone without any contact or love from anyone. Sasori had been so reserved and isolated. Deidara had been so alone and neglected. Tongues mingled in both mouths, trying to have as much of the other in their mouths as possible. The Suna born's hands did not stay still for long. They longed to feel every inch of Deidara. This time, he could actually feelhis blond lover. "Danna?" came a small whisper from the aroused Iwa artist.

Sasori looked at him, tearing his mouth away from the other's neck. Brown met blue once again. "Danna? Um...does this mean you want me back...un?" he blushed.

The red head could't help but break out into laughter. His forehead met the blond's collarbone as his body shook with silent waves of laughter. This only succeeded in making his partner blush more. Sasori's laughter died down and he resumed eye contact with his love. "You've always been mine. And you always will be, brat. And this does mean I want you back," he smirked. Deidara smiled warmly and a single tear fell from his exposed eye. "Be mine again, Dei," the red head more or less asked.

TBC