WANT YOU GONE – Chapter 9
Sometimes you could just find yourself in such an embarrassing or terrible situation that you just didn't even want to exist anymore. Sasori had never found himself in the opposite situation though. You know, when you were in an important situation and you just wanted to do something. You didn't want to disappear, you wanted to act. Question. Understand.
By now he was totally lost on this case. He didn't know what was happening anymore. And he couldn't do a thing about it. He could only stare in surprise.
As soon as he had reached down and given Deidara a casual kiss, he had received a really forceful punch to his stomach. His blonde lover had gotten up from the couch before kicking him into the coffee table, making the papers with their designs fly all over the room. And the table breaking, of course, but that wasn't as important as their designs. "Deidara?" Rather than anger, Sasori looked up at the blonde in pure confusion and shock. What was he doing? Since when had he been this aggressive? Had Sasori done anything to anger him? And... Where did he learn to kick so hard?
"What's... Wrong?" His question melted away as he got a good view of Deidara's face. He had blood dripping down his face and he looked absolutely furious.
Biting his lip, Deidara looked away from his partner. He was acting ridiculous, this was just a dream. There was no need to feel so... Embarrassed. Humiliated. Surprised. Deidara didn't even know how he felt about this. Why was he dreaming about something like this? This was the worst thing he could possibly ever dream of. And why wasn't Sasori defending himself? Punching back? "Did you hit your head, un?!"
"I could ask you the same..." Getting up from the table, Sasori coughed a bit as he brushed himself off. "What are you doing anyways! Over-reacting like that..." He tried to keep his annoyance inside and just talk with Deidara calmly. He still did not understand why he was acting like this. And even less did he understand what the hell he was wearing. "Is this some kind of roleplay? Did I make you mad? If there's anything wrong we can just talk about it."
It felt so weird to hear the Sasori in his dream talk like that. 'We can just talk' it was as if he had longed for him, for anyone, to say that. Maybe he was a bit sick of all the violence, and the arguing. "... Why did you kiss me?! What kind of dream is this!" Feeling ultimately frustrated, Deidara backed into a wall and decided to lean against it, try to relax and take a deep breath. He needed to calm down... It was just a dream, just a dream... Just-
"Dream? Well to me it looks like you're fully awake."
"Of course you'd say that. You're part of my dream."
"I'm flattered to hear that but you are awake, sadly. Right here, in our apartment, in Tokyo, in Japan, Asia. Sorry to disappoint you. Now will you please drop the whole acting thing? It's not as fun as you think it is..."
There was a window right next to the wall Deidara was leaning against. And when Sasori started to talk about his location, Deidara felt really confused. He turned over to look out the window, noticing that they were a high way up in the sky... Down below him he could see... Light. It was like looking down at a night sky, except a lot of the little lights, the ones that looked like stars... They were moving around really fast. "What?" Apartment, Tokyo, Japan, Asia. He didn't understand... Why would a dream include so much detail? It all felt so weird. He didn't feel like he was dreaming at all, to be honest. All his senses seemed to be working perfectly, he could see every little detail around him and he felt like the only thing he was in charge of here was himself. "I'm... Not dreaming?"
"Of course not." The redhead seemed to be smiling again, which was really creeping Deidara out by now. He had extremely mixed feeling about this, and he was still trying to figure out why this was happening to him. "Yes I am." He mumbled, looking away from Sasori and out the window again. "This is my dream."
"You're kind of starting to creep me out, Deidara." After he had said that, Sasori quickly received a really annoyed look from his lover. All right, he seemed to be in a very weird mood tonight. Maybe he readdy did his head... Oh, that's right, he had been bleeding. That idiot. "Let me have a look at your head, Deidara, you were bleeding."
The said blonde who was busy trying to think about everything that was happening to him, suddenly came to think of a whole different thing. He remembered now... He fell down. From his bed. Last time he opened his eyes he had seen the cold floor, and then... Why was he here now? Was he having a concussion? Maybe you had dreams like this after you hit your head so hard. But then again, why was he bleeding from his head in his dream too? And why was everything... Everything he was wearing, and everything he felt before he fell asleep... It was all the same, to the last detail... He felt really freaked out, the feeling of the whole situation was disgusting it.
"No. This is my dream, so I'm the one controlling it! You're not touching me anymore!" Once again surprised at Deidara's sudden actions and pointless words, Sasori couldn't help but let his annoyance out this time. "Deidara! Don't be an idiot, stop what your doing, change into some normal clothes and just let me check your head for fucks sa-..."
He couldn't really say much more than that. Before he knew it, he had a hand in front of his face. Deidara's hand, to be more specific. Or, well, he had thought it had been Deidara's hand, until he noticed there was something... Inside of his palm. Literally inside of it. A tongue. A mouth. A mouth on his palm. It felt like he couldn't breathe for a second there. What was that... Was he the one dreaming?
"Just be quiet." Deidara ordered, as if the redhead was some sort of slave of his. It didn't seem like the redhead was quite as violent in this dream as he was in reality. But it was okay. He could stay here, while Deidara enjoyed his dream until he woke up from his concussion. "I'm leaving, hmm!" Reaching to get some clay from his pocket, Deidara quickly formed a bird with it. He made the right hand seals, and waited for the bird to expand, but it stayed as small as it was before he made the hand seals. "... Why is the jutsu not working?" He muttered to himself, feeling more and more frustration building up. And it didn't help that Sasori was just gawking at him like that. "What are you staring at!? Leave me be!" He couldn't do this, not here. Not with that idiot around.
With determined, furious steps, Deidara walked over to the front door and got out of the stupid place. Sasori was still... Staring at the spot where Deidara had been standing. Or... He had resembled Deidara. But that was... Not his Deidara. He didn't even know if that thing was human. He didn't understand what was going on at all.
