Disclaimer: I Do NOT own Naruto, I do NOT own Deidara, Sasori, or Tobi.

Warning!: This story contains YAOI/Shounen-Ai If that offends you don't read it.

AN:So yeah, Tiki-sama (My Tobi-kins) still hasn't read this...like at all! dammit Tobi! I worked so hard on this shit! and its all for you! bitch, un. Lol anyways here's chapter 4 for all you other lovely ladies (and possibly boys) Sorry about the delay, collage is a bitch, and the fact that my Tobi hasn't read this, didn't motivate me much. Thank you so much to all you beautiful people, for your lovely reviews!.(The song that inspired this chapter is Lullaby by Regina Spektor Go listen to it dammit! The title of the chapter comes from the Tool song 'Pushit')

Chapter-4

Remember I will always love you

-------------------------------------

Deidara shakily pulled his tattered clothing back on, slowly pushing himself to his feet he hadn't stopped crying since Madara had left him here, that seemed to be hours ago, as it was beginning to get dark, he decided it would be best if he made his way inside. All he could think about was the cleansing warmth of a shower, and the comforting scent of the thick blanket that once belonged to the only man he had ever loved.

Luckily there was no one up and about inside the base, so his journey to the bathroom was uninterrupted, the last thing he wanted at the moment was human contact, all those judgmental eyes searing their way into his torn and abused flesh, knowing they were all thinking the same thing, thinking that he was a whore, thinking how could he do something like this, with Sasori only dead a little over two weeks?

Finally he reached his destination, throwing his torn and stained clothing into the trash can by the door, before making his way over to the shower, turning it as hot as it could go, and stepping into the scalding stream of water.

Tears mixed in silence with the heavy stream, the salty trails washed away by the cleansing power of the water, it washed it all away, no traces of filth left on the pale skin. The only thing left to remind him of his encounter with Madara, the scars he would surely have when the wounds healed, the everlasting aftertaste of his disgrace, of his betrayal.

Feeling the scalding water sear into his flesh, he didn't have to think about anything else, all the pain in his aching body dulled by the healing heat. Once he was done, he stepped out carefully, wrapping himself in a towel, and drying as quickly as he could, his pale skin red and puffy from the intense heat of the water, he didn't care, all he cared about was crawling into bed, and ceasing to exist for a few precious hours.

He made his way into his room quickly, turning to see Tobi already curled up, deep in the land of dreams. He sighed thanking god he had decided to take that shower, how could that asshole sleep so peacefully, knowing what he had done to his partner only hours before?

Crawling silently into his bed and wrapping Sasori's old blanket around himself tightly, like a barrier that would protect him from every evil of the world, he drifted restlessly off to sleep.

His dreams were much kinder then reality would ever be.

Because Sasori was always there, just like he promised.

All the pains of this reality were irrelevant in his perfect world, even if it was all a dream, it was all he had, and he cherished every moment of it.

"Deidara"

He looked around the empty dark space, hearing a familiar voice calling him in the darkness.

"Danna?"

He began to grow panicked, this was a trick, it had to be.

"Dei"

Suddenly a spot of light came from nowhere, and shone down on a single spot in the otherwise blackened area, standing in its center, was Sasori.

Deidara froze, this wasn't real, Sasori was gone, dead, he was never coming back, never. This had to be some sort of cruel joke.

The figure approached him slowly, the light illuminating him followed him like a spotlight, there was no mistaking that firey red hair, those shining brown eyes and that deep alluring voice, this was Sasori, but how?

Cupping his chin gently, Sasori stood on his tiptoes, kissing Deidara on the lips softly, tears began to stream from crystal eyes, and muddy eyes grew softer, wiping the tears away, arms wrapped around the trembling form and the soft voice whispered comforting words into his ear.

Breathing calmed to a slow pace, and the tears dried themselves in no time, being held by his Danna like this had always calmed him down.

"Deidara"

At the sound of his name he looked up to meet the gaze of his beloved puppet.

A soft kiss on the lips, and Sasori smiled, letting go of Deidara and walking away, back into the void of darkness.

Deidara's eyes widened in horror, he couldn't loose Sasori, not again.

"Don't go, un!"

The figure turned smiling softly at him.

"Goodbye doesn't mean forever, brat, we'll meet again be patient, I will always love you"

---

The harsh light of morning made its way through the cracked window, stinging his eyes as he slowly blinked the sleep from them, his cheeks felt hot and sticky, wiping his hands across his face he realized he had been crying. Sitting up and looking around at his surroundings he found himself in his bed, in his room, last night had been just a dream after all, but somehow, he felt better, he felt....stronger.

Maybe seeing Sasori in his dreams had helped him finally accept the puppet masters death, maybe Sasori was telling the truth this time, and they would meet again.

No, they would, in the next world, he had no doubts about that.

He rose from his bed and headed towards the kitchen, for the first time in weeks, he found himself starving.

Today was the day, everything would change.

----------------

Sorry for the short chapter, its mostly filler, and I really didn't have time to do much else, the next chapter should be up on monday I promise! also look forward to updates on Pleasure to burn, and Sanctified!

Love ya,
Brat