There was a broken and bruised Deidara, leaning against the doorframe as if it was all that kept him standing.
Sasori didn't know what to say, so he said the first thing that came into mind "Who did you get beat up by?" he asked, still rather annoyed that the brat had interrupted him.
"I-Itachi…" Deidara managed to say; sounding as if it was hard for him to breathe.
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" he asked, sighing with annoyance as he dropped the screwdriver he was holding.
"H-help…" he muttered, barely squeezing the word out before collapsing to his arms and knees, only to bring forth a moan of pain.
"Shit…" Sasori mumbled, before deciding (with some difficulties) to help his fallen partner.
While Deidara was lucky that Itachi hadn't decided to kill him; he hadn't made off with very much intact either. He had at least three broken ribs, a shattered wrist, a femur broken in three places, and a severely bruised face.
Sasori hadn't the faintest idea why he had decided to heal Deidara himself, but he settled on the fact that Pein probably wouldn't have been too happy if he had just left Deidara to die: but a hand on his own stopped him from his thoughts of dead Deidaras, and brought him to look up at the boy on the bed.
Deidara was somehow still asleep, but his good arm was now on top of his naked stomach, and his hand was laying gently on Sasoris'.
Sasori stared at the hand for a moment, but as a voice mumbled "Sasori… danna…" he snapped his hand back and glared at the motionless boy laying just in front of him. Moaning with frustration he set the chair he was sitting on flying across the room; drudging outside so he could be alone.
Before long he found himself in what he recognized as the small knoll that he saw from outside of the 'window' in his room… their room, now.
But just being here alone, knowing that he had his own place after all; made him more sound, and before he knew it the sun was setting.
He slept soundly that night, for the first time since Deidara had joined the Akatsuki.
That was, until he woke up in the morning and found Deidara staring at him from the opposite side of the room.
Sasori sent a glare in the direction of Deidara, and rushed out the door the second he could, going back to his secret place: sitting in the shade of the oak trees, enjoying mangling some of the rosebushes, and staring off into space for hours upon hours.
That's how things went for a while, he'd avoid contact with anyone and went to his special grove; things were almost the way they had been before… well almost.
One morning he woke to the sound of explosions, and naturally armed himself, walking around the room to see where the sound was coming from the strongest, and finding out (to his dismay) that it was right outside the 'window' on the far side of the room.
It seemed that his fears had been borne, and that he no longer had a place where he could be alone at all.
He ripped the curtain open, standing on his toes, and looking out. The first thing he saw was fire everywhere, and as that gave way to smoke, he saw the frame of a certain blonde standing in the remnants of what was formerly filled with grass.
Before Sasori could let his rage take hold something surprising happened; somewhere in the midst of the fresh flames, and the unharmed flowers framed in the background he found beauty.
A sort of sadistic, evil beauty, but beauty none-the-less. It took him until all of the smoke cleared to realize that there was no longer a Deidara standing in the rubble, which also brought him to realize that he had torn the curtain to shreds when he had ripped it back.
After a string of profanities was screamed, Sasori tromped off to a room in the back of the hideout, which he had most of his other puppets in: he began violently working on fixing any of them that had been damaged on a recent mission.
To his disappointment, his anger had caused him to be faster in his work, and there was soon nothing left to do with his puppets. Not only had his fast working caused him to be quick, but also reckless. His hands were covered in scratches, and his cloak sleeves were torn to shreds.
The way he figured, Deidara could still be out training, and he could clean his hands without trouble.
He figured wrong. Deidara was in the room, sitting on the edge of his bed, and staring at the window on the other side of the room.
"Danna?" Deidara asked, not turning his head.
Sasori grunted in acknowledgement, walking to the dresser on the far side of the room, and taking out some gauze.
By the time Deidara spoke again, Sasori was almost finished with his hands, wrapping them too quickly for comfort.
"Can I… say something?" he asked, shyly.
"You don't have to ask me," he said, turning to leave; to find Deidara standing just a few feet behind him.
"Um…" Deidara mumbled, looking down and walking closer to Sasori; making the red-head crease his brow.
Deidara took a deep breath in, and leaned his face in slowly towards Sasoris', closing his eyes in the process.
Sasori froze, staring at Deidaras face and finding that his body was stiff; he couldn't move. Couldn't move until he felt Deidaras' breath on his lips, then he proceeded to close his own eyes, meeting his lips with the boys, and setting his hand on Deidaras' shoulder.
But reality struck Sasori with a hard blow as Deidaras' hand settled softly on his hip; His eyes snapped open and he began to dig his fingers into Deidaras' shoulder until the boy drew back looking panic stricken.
Sasori stared at Deidara for a moment, letting his anger grow until he could hold it no longer: he punched Deidara in the stomach as hard as he could; satisfied when he heard a large 'SNAP'.
He took Deidara by the back of his cloak as he began to fall, and threw him against the wall; storming out of the room and back to where he housed his puppets, terrorizing anything he found there; destroying a few of his prized puppets in the process.
All he could think about was how much he wished he hadn't healed Deidara when he came sniveling to him for help; wishing that he could've had the courage to leave Deidara to die.
Or wishing that Deidara wasn't there at all… that would make everything better.
If he wanted Deidara to die so much, he could kill him himself: no, no. That would be to easy… He could tell Pein about this, and have Pein kill the brat himself… but that would hardly be honorable…
But the one thing he knew for certain is that he was not going to speak to Deidara ever again.
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Yay 8D Finally some 'romance'
Anyway, I tried to update as soon as I could