Document Opened: 02/21/2009, 01:42am.

Authors Note:

For the 10_Dates community at LiveJournal.

Theme/Prompt: No.4. Feelings.

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How was he supposed to identify this new emotion that the blond tended to bring out when he was around him? He could not recall when he first started to feel it but he would never forget the moment he realized it was there.

It was a few weeks ago when they had earned a few days off after completing a tough mission, he came out unscathed but the bomber hadn't been so lucky.

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He glanced down at the other artist who had fallen asleep under the sakura tree. His head conveniently on Sasori's lap. Their lunch area still set up a couple of feet away from them. Carefully brushing some of the bombers hair away from his face, Sasori then looked up at the blue sky, a light breeze filtering through.

Despite such a peaceful scenario his mind was still troubled. He knew he was starting to develop something for his blue eyed partner and the brat had somehow changed him a little bit. No longer did he hate seeing the sight of the person who stole his quiet and lonely life, now he didn't mind when the blond would try and surprise him with a quick hug or kiss.

Looking back down at Deidara he saw the bandages on his partners arm and the two band-aids on his face which reminded him of their mission less than a week back, the brat was no good at fighting up close and after they thought they had the sought out scroll, an ambush was waiting. He came out unscathed but his partner had not been so lucky. Multiple bruises, a couple of minor slashes and stabs from poorly dodging the kunai and throwing stars, nothing to even come close to killing the bomber but that didn't stop him from killing a little more violently than he was accustomed. After arriving and patching up Deidara, Pein alloted the both of them a few days off and Konan suggested this place for a little break away from the dank cave they had known to be both their hideout and home.

All in all it was a little picnic for the two of them to just get away. He was surprised to find that he felt so happy and content just to see his partner up and smiling while remarking about how pretty the sakura trees were and after a murmur of agreement they settled under the tree where they currently were.

Neither of them even brought up the subject of art despite the scenery just knowing it would lead into a pointless argument and this was supposed to be their time to de-stress, wasn't it? The red head was still attempting to figure out why he was casually smiling with his cheery blond and enjoying the rare time together.

After lunch the both of them had been sitting against the big tree when he noticed the lack of chattiness from Deidara and glancing over he had noticed the blond was asleep against the tree. 'Figures' He thought knowing that the brat was still technically recovering from the mission.

Mumbling something in his sleep that Sasori could not quite make out he slumped a little and fell to his left and his head was now on the red heads shoulder. Something then seemed to tug at his heart as he had enjoyed the contact more than he would ever let on and he was starting to admit to the inevitable, he had developed feelings for the bomber. Rather it be a crush, love, simple affection or something else he had yet to decide. He did however move the blond to a more comfortable position and had laid his head in his lap and thats where he was now.

They stayed like that for sometime and Deidara never even brought it up since.

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Now here he was, over the time gone by since then he had known that he was in love with his partner, his artistically wrong, blue eyed, blond partner. But the point was he was his, at least he would see to that.

Not the least bit surprised when he felt two familiar arms encircle him from behind he replied "Brat." Which was met with "Danna, un." The blond nuzzled his head into Sasori's shoulder. "You look sad Sasori Danna, un." "It's nothing." His voice a little more icy than he intended. "You know you can tell me anything right, un?" He had known that Sasori was acting weird lately.

"I already said it's nothing." He did not even look at the bomber, wondering if he was going about this wrong. He did want the blond himself didn't he? With a disappointed look Deidara stood up and turned away from the puppet master. "I'll leave you alone then, un." He said blankly and was about to walk away when he felt something wrap around his stomach and pull him down into the puppet masters lap. "Um, Danna, un?" He questioned now confused, Sasori's stomach cable still around his midsection.

"Why did you come out here?" He asked looking his partner directly in his visible blue eye for the honesty of his answer. "I don't like to see you sad, un." "Why?" He narrowed his eyes at him, he had to know. "Because I love you Sasori Danna, un." He made an attempt to get up but was held back by Sasori who he thought was probably going to be mad at him for that. "Were you ever going to tell me this?" The way the blond had said it led him to think he had known for a long time. "Probably not since as long as your happy then it's enough, un." He smiled softly at the red head. Had today been like any other day then it would have been his own secret, but something about his Danna today made him say otherwise.

Something clicked for Sasori, he was definitely in love with the young blond who aside from his art was something important to him and in a flash, brief moments of their time together from the beginning up until now ran through his mind. "Sasori Danna, un?" Deidara asked concerned. Not quite expecting what happened.

Sasori put a hand under the bombers chin and brought their faces together and kissed the blond. They both leaned into it and after a moment Sasori broke it and saw the flustered red face of his partner whose blue eye was wide. "Love you too, brat." He added with a smirk.

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Authors Note:

I'm well aware how horrible this is but due to stress and my mind on the Street Fighter 4 Tournament later I wanted to write something just utterly fluffy and pointless.

Gah, I'm tired, it's after four and I have to be up within a few hours.x_x.

Later.

Finished: 02/21/2009, 04:15am.