Fine... don't give me any reviews... "is bitter" ... Will you write a comment now? Please? I need my reviews! T.T
Deidara roughly pulled Sasori to the point he thought was middle enough. The blond sat down Sasori's head on his lap. He caressed gently the redheads hair.
"I'm so sorry, darling, I didn't mean to hurt you. I will never do it again".
He whispered countless apologies softly to his Danna's ear. Surely, if Sasori had been awake, he would have got a clever comment from using "darling". Deidara glanced at Hidan who surprisingly hadn't lost his patience yet and hadn't started yelling. Wish he could have seen the expression on his face.
"It makes sense to me".
"Deidara, he's dead. Leader said he told you…"
No, it was that idiot Tobi.
"… so stop this game. This fucking isn't bringing him back".
"You heard that, Danna? Poor Hidan, thinks you're dead", Deidara said giggling slightly.
The expression on Hidan's face was now definitely priceless, no doubt. Deidara still couldn't see it, not that he was watching at his way anyway, he was focused on taking care of a certain redhead.
"Deidara… you're sick. You need help. Come out of there".
The clay artist gave a deadly glare to the jashinist, which the other of course couldn't see. He saw however, Deidara turning his head, so he was expecting something like it.
"You don't believe me, right? You think he's still alive, don't you? Well, open his eyes and see for yourself! And do you think normal people have holes in their heart?" Hidan yelled, frustrated.
"You're fine, he's an idiot…" Deidara mumbled.
He patted Sasori on the head and laid his hands on his face. He slightly opened Sasori's eyes to prove his point. He was shocked to find out the puppet had completely lost the color of his eyes. Did that happen even if he was dead? The blond hastily backed up like he would have seen a dead animal suddenly moving. Deidara stared at the box the others heart was supposed to in. He couldn't turn away and stop himself from seeing the worse as it slowly started to crack. Deidara put his hand on it as to prevent it from breaking, but it was already too late. It had been for a very long time.
"Danna? "
He tried to shake him awake for the third time already, repeating that one word, begging for an answer. And god knows how many times before he was once again panicking.
"Danna? Please answer! You're not dead, I know you're not! Stand up, I demand you! Just like last time! We did fine last time!"
Deidara stood up pulling the puppet with him, but Sasori, unable to stand on his own, collapsed to the ground. Deidara's eyes were practically burning, at least it felt like it to him, from tears as he fell on the ground in front of Sasori. He couldn't be left all alone in here. He couldn't survive without him. In a single blow and everything was gone. Lighting from a clear sky. He was an S-class missing ninja terrorist, who was forced to join an organization against his will. He never had any other light in his life except his Danna. And his art. But it was light turning of the sun and all he got left was a lamp. He didn't want a lamp, he wanted the sun. He lied down his face towards the ground, in some kind of an attempt to muffle the cries. Hidan noticed, or more likely heard, this and frowned not knowing what to do or say. He turned to look at Kakuzu for an advice. Kakuzu instead gave him back a confused look.
"It's… okay. Everything will sort out", Hidan tried.
But Deidara didn't hear this, not like it would have made a difference. He crawled on top of Sasori still helplessly crying. He laid his head on the redhead's chest for some comfort. He pulled Sasori in as tight embrace as he could.
"Don't go. Please, don't", Deidara whispered, even though he knew it was too late.
-
It was already late at night and Deidara still hadn't made a single movement after he had crawled over Sasori. To tell the truth, it was nearer to the morning. It was still very dark however, but with the help of the moon, stars and a perfect vision, at least with some of the people, it was easy to see if the blond actually did move. Hidan yawned and seemed a lot like he was going to fall asleep at any moment. Time was up. Kakuzu wasn't going to keep staring at the blond's melancholy attack.
"It's time to choose. You either stay there, and we don't care who gets killed, or then you'll come with us back to the lair. Your decision", he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Hidan startled as the silence was broken so loudly. Deidara slowly rose into a sitting position shooting a blank, emotionless stare at Kakuzu. There was a hole in the clay protection for a few seconds just enough for the Akatsuki treasurer to see the look the other was giving him. For a moment they were all quiet, Kakuzu thinking if Deidara was ever going to be even near a recovery of some kind, Hidan thinking he was silly for he had thought for a moment of drowsiness that Deidara was now dead too, and Deidara, his mind as empty as his eyes and tears still covering his face. Eventually Deidara turned to look at Sasori and finally spoke.
"Let me say goodbyes to him first…" he said in a hoarse voice.
Kakuzu nodded. They had already spent a lot of time there, so what would few minutes do if he had decided to come back with them. Deidara instead, helped Sasori up to sit with him. He held his arm around the puppet master so he wasn't collapsing back to the ground. He started to finger Sasori's hair once again, like he always did. It was still soft between his fingers. It had always managed to be really messy at the same time. He smiled.
"You know… You have a beautiful hair. But you were never vain about it like we were… You even let people touch it. And still no one ever had the guts to ruin it…"
Deidara laughed softly but at the same time almost broke into tears when remembering this.
"Hidan lost his both hands for almost a week when he was trying to do something to it. Leader forced me to tell him where they were. His fault, no one else is allowed to touch my Danna's hair… How did it happen? What went wrong? Who did this to you?"
The blond took a katana from someone who had died in the ruins. There had probable been a big fight there, the reason why the place was so destroyed in the first place. Not like he cared.
"I miss you so much… Why did you leave me? How could you do this to me?" he wiped the tears away and tried to speak up again "How did you expect me to leave you? How am I supposed to get over you? Look at me! I'm losing my mind because of you! It's driving me crazy not to be with you!"
Deidara stared at him desperately, expecting him to get up and defend himself. Deidara sighed, the sigh however breaking at the middle of it because of the tears that were once again taking the control.
"I'm crazy about you. Can you blame me?"
He pushed the katana from the back through the box on Sasori's chest. He stroked the blade gently and looked into Sasori's bland eyes, carefully closing his eyelids with his fingers.
"Is there a heaven or a hell where you are? I guess it would be stupid to think you went to heaven…" Deidara said in a nearly inaudible voice and continued "But you're so beautiful… How can someone who looks like an angel go to hell? You were my angel… a fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless. You were here to protect me".
Without even giving a single glance towards the clay animals, Deidara ordered them to back off waving his free hand as a gesture. He then placed his hand affectionately on Sasori's cheek.
"Art is an explosion. But you would have wanted to go in your way. For eternity… I wish you would have been right", Deidara formed a hand seal "Detonate".
The little clay sculptures started to explode everywhere around them. Deidara wrapped his arms around Sasori and kissed him softly on the lips, pulling him in an even tighter embrace. As a conclusion, the katana that had been pushed through Sasori roughly pierced Deidara's heart.
"I love you, Danna", he managed to whisper as his last words, choosing to die in his danna's arms.
The rocks, from the remaining walls and the ground, were by now flying all over the place by the force of the explosion leaving pretty much nothing untouched. Even though nothing really exploded close to them, it didn't take another second for Sasori and Deidara to be drowned.
-
There was a script written on the wooden entrance in the other side of what used to be a pit. The writer of the script was unknown, though because of the context of the text, it was pretty obvious that it was someone from the Akatsuki.
"Everlasting Fireworks – in the memory of Sasori and Deidara".
You all knew it was coming. Sooner or later. But there's still an epilogue to come... as soon as I decide which idea I will use.
