Finally chapter 6. These two chapters (5 and 6) were a bit confusing, I'm sorry. x-o;

Delacie: Lawl, so many reviews... xD About the 'un' thing...he probably does, but I'm hellbent that it's a speech defect, so he'll think without it in my stories.
Sky: Did I imply something with Hidan or Kakuzu? o-o; And thanks for the long review. n-n
Gaaraslover92: Nooo, I wouldn't do anything that mean to 'sori-sama. ;;
Animelover: Yeah, Sasori has a bit of trouble dealing with his emotions. Actually, the insanity part was just an act, since he knows Deidara doesn't like it.
SeleneSoulwar: The therapy part was actually a part of Sasori's plan, as was the eye part. However, he messed up with the eye part, since he only made Dei care for him once again. Then he shut himself into his room to think for a bit.
Bombs Away: No, it's okay. n-n The meanings behind Sasori's actions are all extremely hard to figure out, and you actually have to add up all of his actions towards Deidara to figure it out…

This isn't my favorite chapter, but the writer's block is finally going away at least.

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto...SasoDei would be more canon than it is.


Genesis
Chapter 6


Deidara was worried about his partner. There wasn't any other word to describe his feelings. At first he had been more than gleeful that the redhead had left him alone, thankful that he wouldn't have to worry about being attacked at any given moment. But then, he was a bit nervous because the infamous puppet master would just sit in the room day after day, working. Anxiety quickly morphed into worry, as the blonde knew that it wasn't like someone, let alone Sasori, to stay cooped up in a confined space without speaking to anyone like some old hermit.

The blonde didn't know if this was just a random state the puppeteer went into once in a while or not, but from what he had gathered from his two missions with the redhead, it wasn't natural.

Sasori would just sit at a workbench and continue to add traps or poisonous weapons to one of his many puppets, a blank look pasted to his face. When he had finished the puppet he'd been working on, he put it back into its scroll and started work on another, like some robot.

I wonder if Danna's ever done anything like this before… The blonde thought in concern, already heading towards Zetsu's room. He looked into the room, noticing it was open, and called out a, "Zetsu, un?"

The dual-colored member appeared instantly in front of the blonde, yellow eyes showing no emotion. "What do you want this time? Deidara?"

"I-I just wanted to know if you knew anything about Danna's condition, un..." The blue-eyed man muttered, expression showing hints of guilt.

"You mean staying in his room without speaking to anyone? Just leave him alone. We told you he was a strange one. Yes we did…" Zetsu replied, looming over the newest member. "If he continues to act like a small child…Leader-sama will get ear of it and punish him. It's his fault anyways. I always thought he was more mature…he's such a pretender."

"Ah, okay, un..." Deidara nodded in thanks to the Venus flytrap-covered man, before walking back down the hallway. His head perked up when he saw Kakuzu storming down his way. "K-Kakuzu!"

The masked man paused his thundering, sending his glare at the younger man. "What?"

"H-Has Danna ever–?" The explosives specialist asked hastily, feeling the murderous aura surrounding the money-craving man: Hidan must've done something to piss off his partner.

"Ever stayed in a small place like an old man?" Kakuzu snorted, rolling his eyes before continuing, "He's just going through a phase. Leave him alone, if that's what he wants."

"O-Okay, un…" Deidara backed away, before asking a last question. "Where's Hidan?"

Kakuzu pointed with his thumb backwards, narrowing his eyes and stomping off again. "Back in the room spraying his blood."

Deidara winced, mumbling a quick "Thanks" and heading in that direction. The door was closed. Gulping slightly, the blonde called, "Hidan?"

After a short while, the door opened to a blood-drowned Hidan, the pike still protruding out of his crimson splattered chest. "What the hell, blondie. I'm busy right now."

Yeah, I can see that, smartass… "Danna." Deidara replied simply, just wanting to get away from the religious man as fast as possible. "I-I want to know if he's ever done this before, un…"

Hidan's facial expression scrunched up, purple eyes narrowing. "Why the fuck are you asking me about that redhead? And seriously, if he's just spending time to see if I'll give you therapy again…wait, why are you worried about him in the first place?"

"J-Just 'cause, okay?" Deidara stammered.

"Don't tell me you still like the guy," The silver-haired member scorned, placing his scarlet hands on his hips. "The guy tried to kill you. Are you fucking crazy, blondie?"

"Dammit, you're confusing me, un! First, you want me to like him, and now you don't!" The blue-eyed man snapped. "Make up your mind, un!"

"Like him or not, it's not my problem anymore!" The immortal retorted.

"Kami, I hate you…" The ex-Iwagakure nin sped away muttering, pausing in front of his own room.

The blonde felt guilty, knowing that if he hadn't fallen for the redhead this all wouldn't have happened. Of course, no one else in the organization shared his problem, but they were all older than he was, and probably knew how to deal with it at the least. There was only one other person he could consult to, and that was Kisame. Itachi was out of the question, though the blue-eyed bomb artist did want to erase his fear of the raven-haired prodigy at some point. Regardless, Deidara highly doubted an emotionless bastard like Itachi knew advice on love.

Sighing, Deidara wondered why he was going around asking others about Sasori. They obviously didn't care for the redhead, and the cerulean-eyed man knew he shouldn't either. But he did, and that's what bugged him. I only have Kisame left…I'd be better just getting it over with, and then I could just stop. The bomb artist nodded to himself, making his way to his final destination.

"Kisame no Danna?" Deidara poked his head into the shark-looking man's room, thankful Itachi wasn't in there.

Kisame quirked an eyebrow at the blonde's words, sitting up on his bed. "What's with the nickname? Isn't that Sasori-san's?"

"Danna…" Deidara felt his head droop a little. "Sasori no Danna's starting to worry me, un."

"You like him?"

The bomb artist's head shot up, blue eye flaring and pink veiling his cheeks. "N-No…!"

The former ninja of the Mist's lips curved into a sympathetic grin. "You can't lie to me, Deidara. Hidan told me all about it. Therapy, eh?"

Deidara made a mental note: Never tell Hidan anything important. The blue iris dulled down to normal, and the younger man exposed himself fully into the room.

"So, what's your problem?" Kisame asked, giving the blonde a questioning look.

"I…I'm worried that Danna's going to stay in his room forever, un." The blonde admitted sheepishly.

Kisame yawned idly. "Knowing that guy, he probably will."

"But…!" Deidara blurted out, the pink on his face fading into red. "I feel like it's my fault…"

"Then it probably is."

A low gasp rolled past Deidara's lips, not knowing how to respond.

"Look, Deidara," The blue-haired man replied. "I'm not a therapist, so I don't know how to help you. Try asking Hidan."

"I did, un. He asked me why the fuck I was asking him about Danna."

"Oh…" Kisame looked confused, before a look of amusement crossed his features and a small chuckle was heard. "I should've known that's how he would've reacted."

"So what do I do, un?"

"Just leave him alone," The older man shrugged. "I can relate to having an emotionless partner, at least."

"Danna's not emotionless."

"The guy's got the facial expressions of a brick wall."

"He smiled for me, un." Deidara informed in confusion.

"Really?" Kisame blinked, surprised. "Are you sure he hates you, then?"

"I'm still not sure about that, un…he said it, though. He then left me to die, and now he's trying to kill me."

"So that's what you screamed about before?"

"What?"

"The 'Why are you doing this, Danna' you shouted."

"Oh…yeah, un."

"The guy's a nut."

"No he isn't."

"He tried to kill you and acted like a total psychopath!"

"He isn't, un."

"Fine, fine." Kisame sighed, out of ideas.

"How do you get along with Sasori no Danna?"

"Don't mention Orochimaru."

"Why, un?"

"He goes berserk. Orochimaru was his previous partner before you, and Sasori-san has a very strong grudge against him for leaving and betraying the Akatsuki."

"It can't be more dangerous than attacking you right when you wake up, un."

"Deidara. He'll kill you for real. He won't just try."

The ex-Iwa nin closed his mouth.

"…What about that smile you mentioned earlier?"

"Un? Oh, yeah, he threw me to the ground and then stepped on my throat, un. He smiled and said 'I'm flattered' after I said I hated him."

"Are you sure it was a smile?"

"That or a smirk, un."

"It was probably a smirk then."

"But it looked like a smile…"

"Then he doesn't hate you. If he smiled at you, he can't hate you. He hasn't smiled once in this place once. Not even when he was with Orochimaru."

"So then…" The explosives specialist had a worried look on his face, flushing slightly. "Orochimaru…was he, when he was in Akatsuki…was he Danna's…?"

"Sasori-san never got along too well with Orochimaru."

"Then how could he have ever smiled with a guy he didn't like?"

"He got to kill a lot more."

Deidara was silent, mind processing all the information he had just received. Finally, he muttered out a cold, "Where's Itachi?"

"I have no clue. Why?"

"I don't want him walking in on this, un."

"Mm-hmm."

The blonde looked at the ground, discernible eye narrowed. "Thanks for the help…Kisame."

"Oh? It's not 'Kisame no Danna'?" The shark-looking man replied with a tinge of amusement.

Deidara grinned. "I'm gonna save that for Sasori, un."

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Deidara.

The blonde blinked, recognizing Sir Leader's voice. "Yeah, un?"

Where are you?

"Outside Sasori no Danna's and my room. Why, un?"

You two have a mission. Tomorrow.

"Assassination, un?"

Precisely. A man named Itou Reiji, in Kumogakure. Shoulder-length black hair, hazel eyes, about medium height, 22 years old…

"Don't you have any photos of him or anything?"

No.

"Un…"

I need you to tell this to Sasori.

"When, un?"

Anytime before the time you have to leave.

"Which is…?"

Noon tomorrow.

"Why couldn't you just tell him, like you usually do?"

He won't respond.

Deidara blinked, speechless.

You will tell him.

"Ah…y-yes, Leader-sama, un."

Good.

The blonde stared at the ground grimly, a man at a funeral to his wife. Sasori no Danna wouldn't even speak to Leader-sama…will he get…punished…? He shook his head and looked at the door to the left of him. Sighing, he went over to it and opened it, walking into the closed space.

"Leader-sama says we have a mission tomorrow, un." Deidara reported, closing the door behind him. "Noon, at Kumogakure."

Sasori remained silent, as if he was in a trance, and continued to work on the puppet residing on the workbench in front of him. He showed no sign of hearing, or even of noticing the younger man's presence.

A pang shot through Deidara's gut, his face screwed up in remorse. I hate seeing Danna like this…he's been aloof for about three days now… The blue-eyed blonde strode over to his bed, sitting down on the soft mattress. I wonder if Danna was ever like this when Orochimaru was here…or maybe it is my fault…everyone else said it was a phase, but…I can't see Danna ever doing this aside from now. It is my fault after all…then–

"…Deidara."

The blonde looked up from his feet, which were dangling off the edge of his bed, his visible eye wide in surprise. It was the first time Sasori had interacted with anyone, let alone spoken. "Yeah, un?"

"Do you still feel the same way about me?"

Returning his gaze to his feet, Deidara muttered, "I…I don't know, un…"

"Do you hate me?"

Deidara's eye widened, his head snapping to the redhead. "Of course not!"

Sasori's cocoa eyes sparked in rage like miniature volcanoes, teeth grinding together. "Why, dammit?"

The blonde found himself against the wall once again, coughing to catch his lost breath.

"Why?" The puppeteer snarled, repeating the one-word question over and over again, clenching his fist and sending into his partner's jaw. "Why, Goddammit?!"

Deidara's cerulean eye narrowed, as he let the older man beat upon his bruising cheek. Sharp cries of "Why?!" tortured his ears like poison-covered needles, each one more painful than the last.

"Why won't you hate me, you brat? Why?!" Sasori's fist showed no mercy as it slammed into the ex-Iwa nin's flesh over and over again. It infuriated him how the blonde wouldn't give in and just leave him alone, or even let tears fall.

Blood trickled down the younger male's nose, but he paid it no heed, eye fixed on Sasori's once calm face, distorted with anger.

"I've done everything I Goddamn could to break you, make you hate me, but why? Why won't you?" The ex-Suna nin's eyes closed, trembling clenched fingers pausing their assault. "I want you to hate me, you brat!"

"I-I can't…S-Sasori no Danna…" Deidara stammered, eye widening and blood spraying out of his mouth as Sasori elbowed him in the stomach.

"Why not, brat?!" The brown-eyed member snarled, grabbing Deidara's chin forcefully, fingernails leaving deep marks.

"B-Because…Danna–"

"You love me?" Sasori scoffed, eyes sparking. "That's it? Don't test me, boy!"

The younger male's eye shut instinctively in pain, as his partner thrust his arm forward while releasing Deidara's face, forcing the blonde's skull to impact on the concrete wall. That's not what I was going to say…Danna…

Sasori was laughing slightly, as he glared at the beaten Deidara. "Tell me, kid. Will you still love me after you see me for what I truly am?"

The blonde watched as Sasori unbuttoned his cloak slowly, throwing it on his own bed afterwards. His mouth opened all but slightly as he saw the one he called 'Danna:' the two wing-like appendages sprouting from his back, blades serving as the wings' feathers at the ends; the cable wound like a coiled up snake where the redhead's stomach was supposed to be; the cylinder around his heart. He turned himself…into one…

"So, you whelp. Now do you hate me?" The redhead asked, smirk coating his lips. At the sight of Deidara shaking his head no, the smile drained, replaced by a scowl. Sasori's voice cracked when he dealt another blow to the bleeding man. "Why?! Why?! Goddammit, why won't you despise me?!"

"Because you need me."

Sasori's eyes widened, his raised arm frozen in midair. A pair of arms made their way around his abdomen, tightly bringing the redhead into an embrace.

Deidara's chin rested against the side of his partner's head, visible eye cloudy with affliction. "You're in pain, Danna, un. It hurts me when you are."

"Deidara, what the hell are–?" Sasori started, beginning to push himself away.

"You hit me instinctively, not because you want to, right?"

"No, you're–" The redhead stiffened, pausing his struggling. "You don't know–!"

"You told me everything about your past, Danna, save for turning yourself into a puppet. I know you have a grudge against the legendary Sannin, Orochimaru, un. I know you're lonely. I know you're hurting on the inside. And…I saw it in your eyes…each and every time you landed a blow to me, or said something callous, un. I saw compunction."

"You don't know anything about me!" Sasori snarled, raising his fist to clout the blonde again. He stopped as he saw the look on Deidara's bloodstained face.

"You can't fool me, Danna. If it hurt you so much…why did you do it, un?" Deidara inquired sadly, face a mixture of sympathy and confusion. "You don't like pain, Sasori no Danna. You're not Hidan, un."

The puppet master's brown eyes narrowed as he allowed himself to be pulled back to the blonde. "I…I don't want you to become like my parents. I couldn't forgive myself if you did…"

Deidara nuzzled the mess of red hair presented in front of him, taking in the redhead's scent, arms tightening around the wooden body. "What do you mean, un?"

"They died because I loved them," Sasori muttered, resting his head on Deidara's collarbone. "If I care for you, you'll die as well."

"That's stupid, Danna." The blue-eyed member scoffed, staring in disbelief at his partner. "They didn't die because you loved them, un. That's ridiculous. And I swear, I won't die until you do or my time comes, un. And since it looks like you can't die, I guess I'm forced to go with the latter."

"That's a reassuring guarantee," The puppeteer spat, chocolate eyes glinting with annoyance and penitence. "You can't tell when you're gonna die until you do."

The room was silent, Deidara's fingers on his right hand lacing through Sasori's red locks as he sat down, bringing the ex-Suna nin down onto his lap. He knew this wasn't the insane mass-murderer everyone thought he was in his arms now. It was a heartbroken child, who believed that anyone he got close to would be killed, because of the loss of his parents before he even got to know them. He wanted to do everything he could before that happened to push the person that got too close to him away, so he would be alone, so he wouldn't have to watch another person he cared about pass away because of him; even if it meant physical and mental assaults. Sasori hadn't ever been shown love in his life, growing cold, forlorn, and aloof. Those hands of his that only knew the words 'kill' and 'hate;' Deidara wanted to warm those frozen hands and show that abandoned heart it could still beat for another for as long as it wanted.

"You know…that I can't feel that…" The redhead spoke up, tilting his head upwards at the blonde's caressing touches.

"But your hair's really pretty and soft, un." The explosives specialist protested quietly, his stomach fluttering like a trapped butterfly at how far the puppet master had let himself be controlled. At how Sasori was submitting to him, admitting his heart to him. The same Sasori who had treated him like dirt, said he hated him, and almost killed him. Any alarms that were sounding off inside the blonde's head subsided, a blush emerging on his cheeks as he buried himself once again in the silky ash-red tresses of his partner, who he never thought he'd be able to get close to.

Sasori looked away, murmuring a quick, "Why do you still care for me…after you've seen what I am?"

"I thought everyone in this organization had something weird about them, un."

"But I don't even know if I can be classified as a human anymore."

"Kisame's a shark and Zetsu's a plant, Danna."

"I don't deserve you."

"I could say the same, un."

"Shinobi can't have feelings."

"So be it, un."

"I don't have any emotions."

"You have your heart."

"I said all those nasty things to you."

"You were lying to both of us."

"I scared the shit out of you."

"So does Hidan, un."

"I beat you half to death."

"You were frightened."

"I left you to die."

"You were confused."

The redhead looked back up at his partner, wiping the dribble of crimson flowing down from his mouth away. "I rejected you."

"You can't stop my feelings, Danna, un." Deidara caught the puppeteer by his wrist, forcing him into an embrace.

Sasori leaned against the blonde, his chin resting on Deidara's left shoulder blissfully, caught fingers intertwined. "I don't want you to leave me."

"I'll stay with you forever."

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

"You never hurt me, un."

A smile grew on Sasori's lips, half-lidded eyes fogging over in pleasure.

"I love you."


And that's the end. Of the chapter.
If you still don't understand something type it in a review, since it is a bit hard to figure out how the two chapters connect.
...I still don't like how this one turned out. e-o
But review anyway! I like reviews. :3

-Arrina