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Here is the second chapter: Pleasant thoughts

Disclaimer: I really, really wish that I owned Naruto… But I still don't… And I still dream that I did!

For days the members of the Akatsuki had mixed emotions towards Deidara. Some felt sorry fro him, others were concerned about his mental well being, but most of the time, they all just wanted to ring his neck.

No one wanted to kill him more than Itachi though. Every single day that passed, Deidara would stick his head in Itachi's room and say, "Have you seen Sasori, un?" And ever time that he said it Itachi would try to get it through his head that Sasori wasn't coming back.

After a week of the same thing, Itachi was about ready to snap and Deidara was falling further into his delusions. Deidara woke up early. He could have sworn that he felt a hand draped lazily across his waist, and warm breath on his cheek. He quickly jumped out of bed and smiled widely.

"Sasori!" He exclaimed happily. He said it loud enough for it to be heard in the kitchen, and it was.

Itachi had been sitting in the kitchen drinking some green tea. When he heard Deidara, he almost broke the cup in his hand. "Calm down… He'll get over it… He just needs time…" he told himself quietly. He was about to take a sip of his tea before Deidara barged into the kitchen, startling him and causing him to drop the cup.

"Itachi-san! Sasori-danna! He's back, un!" the bomb artist announced.

Itachi closed his eyes and sighed. He got a towel to wipe up the spilled tea. "Deidara, how many times do we have to go through this? Sasori is dead. He's not here anymore." The raven-haired man said angrily as he wiped the tea.

Deidara shook his head frantically. "No he's not! He's in my room, un! Come see!" he said as he pulled Itachi to his room by his arm. Once they got to his room, the blonde pointed to an unmade bed. "See!"

Itachi looked at the bed and cocked a brow. "You're loosing it…" he stated as he put his hand in the palm of his hand.

Deidara looked from Itachi and then at the bed. "Where did he go, un?" he asked himself. He tilted his head to the side like a small child.

Itachi sighed. "I'm going to finish cleaning up the tea you made me spill. Come get me once you're at least partially sane again." He said as he walked out of the room.

Deidara looked at Itachi as he left. He sat on the bed and looked at the floor. "Maybe I am loosing it… What if Sasori really is dead, un?" he mumbled to himself. He looked at the doorway. "That's a depressing thought, un… That for a week you're lover has been dead, and you just realize it…" He shook his head, as if that would get the thoughts out of his mind. "And that's exactly why Sasori isn't dead, un! He hated to see me depressed!" He smiled and looked out his window.

It was sunny and there was a slight breeze. Deidara could tell by the way the leaves on the trees swayed. He grabbed his cloak and grinned as he walked outside. He walked towards the tree that brought him so many memories. He smiled and sat against it, resting his cheek on the rough bark. "Sasori-danna…" he whispered to himself as he closed his eyes.

It was a warm day. There was a warm breeze blowing gently. Deidara was sitting against a tree, letting the sun shine down on his face. He felt completely at peace, completely at home, completely happy.

He was so busy concentrating on this sensation that he hadn't noticed someone approaching. He turned his head up to the sky and smiled. A red headed puppet slid down next to him.

Deidara only then heard him. He opened his eyes with a sighed. He looked at his partner and smiled. He had been infatuated with the puppet for almost a year now, and smiled any time he saw him. Although he could never bring himself to admit it to anyone, he was beginning to believe he was in love with the puppet master.

Sasori looked at Deidara silently. He didn't want to disturb that aura of peace that surrounded the blonde.

Deidara's smile didn't fade as he laid his head on Sasori's shoulder. The puppet couldn't say he was surprised by the action, but he wasn't really expecting it. He didn't ever really mind it. He silently slipped an arm around the blonde's shoulders.

Several moments of this calm stillness passed before the bomb artist lifted his head. He kissed Sasori's cheek. "I love you, Sasori." He said quietly. He felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He had finally admitted his feelings to Sasori.

Sasori turned to look at Deidara. He leaned closer to his parent and gently kissed his soft lips. "I love you to, Deidara." He said as the blonde's cheeks turned a dull shade of pink.

Deidara smiled and jumped on the puppet. "You have no idea how glad that makes me feel." He said as he hugged Sasori tightly. Sasori hugged him back and smiled.

"I think I have an idea." He whispered as he kissed Deidara's cheek.

The blonde began to stir from his greatest memory. A silent tear slid down his cheek. He didn't open his eyes, hoping to go back to that day. He wanted to feel Sasori in his arms again. He wanted to kiss him again. He wanted to have absolutely no doubts in his mind that Sasori was alive.

He opened his eyes slowly. "You have to be alive, un… Puppets don't die…" Deidara whispered as another tear slid down his cheek. He felt a lump growing in his throat. "I would die without you…"

He closed his eyes again. He sighed and stood up. "And Sasori doesn't want me dead, so he wouldn't let himself die, un."

Did you like it? I know it's still short, but it's slightly longer! ;; Anyway... I feel like bribing you to review again... How about this, POCKEY AND ENERGY DRINKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWS?! I know that if I were to be reading this story, that's an offer I would take! Next chapter soon! I swear. And I'll try to make it longer.

And trust me, your reviews do help me. I was feeling a little depressed, untill I read my reviews.