~Author's Note: It has come to my attention that there are like, HUGE spacing problems in the last two chapters. I don't know what happened, cuz on Word they're fine, But I'll do my best to fix it. Sorry for the slow update. It's been what, a month and A half? Ugh. At least I have good reasons for being late. First I had writer's block for two weeks, then exams started, then volleyball started (and is still going on) and every single member of my family is on their own team and i have one single night a week. Ughhhh. Sorry for the rant. Here is chapter 3, I'm working on 4 right now.

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto Sasori would've killed Sakura, Chiyo wouldve escaped and saved Gaara still, and then Sasori would appear with Deidara at that moment and fuck madly in front of all the people who gathered to save him. :3

Over the course of the next three days Deidara wouldn't put the doll down once, even when Itachi tried to take it from him, though that only resulted in the Uchiha coming very close to losing his hand. His attitude was getting better, probably because his frequent beatings delivered to Tobi allowed him to vent. Even though it was quite enjoyable watching the brat make the lollipop bleed it was starting to get old.

Seriously, how much longer must I go through this? I've been doing nothing but float for weeks! Right now I'm in my usual place, behind and to the right of Deidara, in the kitchen. That's the only place he ever goes when he's not cooped up in his room. Kisame is making sushi while Itachi just sits there with Tobi blabbering some nonsense about 'how awesome Mr. Zetsu is'. I glance down at Deidara and see him holding tightly onto his doll's hair, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Tobi un..." He begins, his voice dangerously low. "If you do not shut up in three seconds I will blow your ass up and this time, I'll make sure to kill you."

"But Sempai, Tobi is a-"

The blonde stood up, abruptly cutting the masked boy off with the screech of the chair against the tiled floor. He slammed his head against the table and shoved a clay spider into the eye hole in the mask.

He stalked towards the door and without turning around screamed, "Katsu!"

The biggest explosion yet rang out through the entire hideout, causing the rock structure to shake. I lazily floated after Deidara as he continued down the dark corridors, the blonde already calming down from his outburst.

He held the doll out in front of him and looked at it somberly. He gently brushed the hair out of the toy's eyes, and as he did so I realized that I could feel it. What the hell! That hasn't happened before! But now that I think about it, the weird pull towards the blonde that I have has seemed to have been growing stronger lately. I wonder what it exactly is...

Deidara stops in front of a door, and I follow him in. He closes it quietly and locks it, then sets the doll down on a shelf and scurries over to a closet on the other side of the room. Looking around, I realize that this was my room. And Deidara's getting into my puppet storage room, even after all the warnings I gave him when we were partners to not go in there. But knowing the brat, he must've gone in while I was stuck out on a solo mission or something.

I peer inside the dark, dusty room to see Deidara searching through the many puppets I have hanging from the ceiling.

"C'mon un, I know it's more towards the back..." I hear him mumble to himself.

He makes it to the very end of the long room then lets out a happy sound and takes down the puppet hanging in the very corner. Damn, it's too dark in here to see what it is. I turn around wait for the brat to bring it out into the light. I hear a clunk and turn around and see that he has propped up against the wall...a puppet of me.

It's just like the body I had when fighting my granny and that pink haired girl, only there is no stomach cavity and one hole in the chest for my heart. Deidara saunters back to the shelf and retrieves the mini-Sasori. I watch interestedly as he moves to sit on the puppets lap.

"This h-has to work un..." He stutters. Oh great. He's crying again. I have no idea what in the name of Kami he's doing but the tears seriously creep me out. Whether it's because I'm not good with dealing with emotions, mine or others', or because I'm not used to seeing Deidara crying I don't know.

He presses his lips to the doll's forehead, and I rub the spot where I can feel it too. It's creepy that I can practically feel the shape of his lips.

He then puts the doll into the opening in my puppet self's chest. I feel the magnetic pull switch from Deidara to that doll. I am very confused by this point. The blonde takes a deep breath then starts making various hand signs.

He puts his right hand over the puppet's opening then says in a stronger voice than before, "Secret technique: Tears of Fallen Angels."

Then he does what I least expect; he kisses the puppet right on the lips.

...Holy crap! The stupid puppet is dragging me in! Well, actually the magnetic pull thing is, but I can't get away! I squeeze my eyes shut and stop struggling against the unbreakable force until suddenly it just stops and I can't feel it anymore. Blinking, I find that I'm now where my puppet was, and I'm not floating anymore.

I can feel Deidara's soft lips against my own.

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I want more!

I push back against him, arms winding around his waist. I shove my tongue through his lips and start exploring every part of his wet cavern. His lips are so warm and soft, and they feel so good! He even tastes sweeter and better than any candy I had as a child. I feel him bring his arms up and wrap around my neck, tangling in my hair and holding us closer. I run my tongue along his, earning a grateful moan as he comes out to meet me for a battle for dominance. Of course I easily win.

I move my hands down to grope his ass, feeling him jump a little then relax against me again. He so warm, it's been so long since I've felt that.

A slight pressure is building in my chest, getting almost painful. Deidara pulls away too soon, putting his forehead against mine, panting, his cheeks dusted bright pink. I can feel his breaths against my face. Oh, the feeling in my chest is the need to breath. Hesitantly, I pull some air in through my nose, feeling the pain subside.

Why do I need to breath now? Why can I feel again? More questions like these pop up in my mind, though they're forgotten when I gaze back into deep azure pools.

They glimmer with happiness as Deidara smiles and whispers, "Welcome back Danna, un!"

And this is the next chapter! If you have any questions feel free to ask! Though most of them will probably be answered next chapter, which I'm typing up now.

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