SasoDei Alphabet!

B: Bonds

Sasori and Deidara sat together in their shared room. Deidara leaned against his bed while Sasori sat in front of him, his back against his own bed. In between them was a sheet of paper. It was the information for the next mission.

They had spent the last hour or so going over their plan for how to assassinate their target.

"Now, brat. Don't mess up," Sasori muttered, looking up at his partner.

Deidara looked up, smiling broadly, "Danna, we've been partners for over a year now, un. I've got it figured out."

Silence wrapped around them as Sasori let Deidara's words sink in. They'd been partners for over a year… indeed, that was true. He couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself at how much things had changed in the last year.

Deidara was no longer a useless little brat (although Sasori refused to drop the nickname). No, now he could hold his own. Sasori didn't worry about him in battle anymore because he was confident in his partner's abilities. He didn't spend days pacing about their room wondering if Deidara would make it back from a solo mission in one piece. Although, that's not to say he didn't pace, waiting anxiously for his partner, simply because he missed him.

The two had stopped their daily, probably hourly, ritual of arguing over the definition of art and which one of them was correct. They had, in fact, actually grown to respect each other's opinions on art. They were now capable of sharing intelligent conversation on the subject and improving each other's trade.

This, of course, wasn't the most pleasant thing ever. They couldn't have changed that much in a year, right? What had made the difference in their attitudes over the last year was the fact that the two had bonded. They became comfortable around one another.

Deidara was no longer afraid to tell Sasori that his puppets were creepy because "all they do is stare ahead and watch everything you do." On the flip side, Sasori was more than willing to laugh at Deidara when one of his bombs turned out to be a dud.

"Danna?" Deidara waved a hand in front of his partner's face.

Sasori blinked a couple times before focusing on the hand, "What, brat?"

Deidara sighed at his nickname, "You okay, un?"

Sasori nodded, a small smile gracing his lips, "Yeah. I'm just thinking about what's changed."

"Changed, un? What do you mean?"

"Changed between us," Sasori clarified.

Deidara smiled and pushed the paper to the side. He then crawled forward and curled up in Sasori's lap, smiling to himself. He wrapped his arm's around Sasori's waist, and Sasori ran his fingers through Deidara's long, beautiful hair that was, at the moment, not tied up in it's usual half pony-tail.

As he felt the soft, silky hair against his fingers, he began to lose himself in thoughts again. He remembered the first time he gave in to his feelings. He remembers throwing the annoying blonde against the wall and shutting him up with a kiss. It was one of the best decisions of his life. He remembered when Deidara went out of his way to throw Sasori a birthday party, and when he, himself, returned the favor. He remembered all the long missions they'd spent and how gradually Deidara's complaints turned into idle chatter that Sasori gladly returned,

It was a funny thought, really. Him and Deidara? It hardly seemed likely when they'd first met. There wasn't a damn thing Deidara could do that didn't want to make Sasori poison him while he slept. But over the months, he'd stopped hating the blonde. Was it simply because Deidara had grown up and become more mature? No, that couldn't be it. Was it because he fell in love? Yes. But why had that happened in the first place?

Sasori knew the answer. Through all their missions, their shared rooms and their seemingly endless fights about art, the two had formed a bond. It was twisted at first. Somewhere between hatred and secret respect. Then it turned into tolerance, and suddenly out of nowhere it became love.

And that, he had to admit, was the best thing to ever happen to him. He loved the blonde for all he was worth, and then some. And he knew that the blonde loved him just as much.

"Danna, un?" Deidara asked quietly, lifting his head so his baby blue eyes were observing his partner; his lover.

Sasori looked down, "What is it, Dei-kun?"

Deidara smiled at his rarely used pet name, "Are you glad things changed?"

"Yes," Sasori whispered before leaning down and capturing the blonde's lips.

As they pulled apart, they both smiled.

You form many bonds in your life, and they're had to break. Whether they're positive or negative, they're the basis for everything you have with someone. Sasori knew, as did Deidara, that if they hadn't bonded, if Deidara had given up and given Sasori the space he originally desired, they'd be nowhere near where they were now. So, although Sasori hated bonding with people, he couldn't help but thank the lords for making him tolerant for those first few months.

His bond with Deidara was one that would never break, simply because neither of them ever wanted it to.