Fuck
It's been forever
Let's finish this
"Ah, fuck. Shit, no- Danna… T-too sore still-…" Deidara moaned pained. One of his hands landed on the naked chest of his boyfriend and lover to make him back away. Sasori didn't hesitate a second and moved back, giving his man some extra space between them.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to start…" Sasori mumbled embarrassed and scratched the back of his neck as he sat up. "I'm just so used to that… That we do it after we make up."
Deidara pulled down his t-shirt as he sat up as well, leaning back against the back board. "I know, I did it by reflex too but… I'm in worse shape than I thought, hm." He laughed with a tired sigh. The two men met each other's gaze and Deidara smiled calming to make sure he wasn't mad or thought it was inappropriate. Just to see Sasori back away so fast and so shamefully made him calm, he knew he wouldn't try to hurt him. Not again.
"Deidara, I know you're already sorta healed and stuff…" The puppet continued and broke eye contact. His fists clenched on his knees. Just moving away didn't feel like enough proof that he was trustworthy. He needed to prove himself better. "But frankly, Kakuzu isn't as narrow as I am." He said. "I could probably boost your healing a little bit if you'd let me. And well, I don't mind healing certain part he might have skipped. For reasons…"
The redhead glanced down on the blond's body but Deidara just waved for him to look back up at his face. He was so cute when he worried. It made him feel loved.
"That sounds pretty good, hm." The younger man smiled as he moved back down on the bed, letting the medic take a look at him.
Iris stopped for a second to check the map in her hand and to make sure she knew where she was on it. She was getting close to a river, just about… Two kilometers south east? She wasn't sure. She wasn't that good at approximating distance. But at least she knew it was a reachable goal from her current spot and if she could find the river she could travel along it until she found a good camping spot for the night. Was it too obvious that she would stay by the water though? If well, her father's came looking, would the look by the river first? She decided that she was willing to take that risk though. She would need the water after all.
With a sharp turn she left the gravel road and went into the thick woods. She reached the water faster than she had planned but she didn't mind. The faster the better, she guessed. The river was smaller than she had thought too. It was more just a stream, but it was just enough. Now she just needed to find a spot quiet and calm enough to sleep at.
Sasori sighed proudly over his work and kissed the faint mark that was left of a bruise on Deidaras' lower stomach. If someone just cast a quick look over the blond it was almost impossible to see that he even had been hurt in the first place. There were some scars here and there, but they all looked old or like birthmarks. He had to hand it to Sasori. He really was a professional.
The puppet moved back, his hand lingering on Deidaras naked body and his before worried look was replaced with a strong smile. Deidara couldn't help smiling back. It felt good to have him back, it finally felt like it was the two of them against the world again. He didn't feel alone or abandoned anymore. And Sasori seemed to be more relived then anything to have gotten his burden off his chest.
"It's going to be fine, Danna. I know it's hard but we'll make it fine, hm." Deidara said rolling up a bit so he could start getting dressed. Sasoris' smile toned down a little at the statement but he still seemed determined to keep it up. But instead of replying he left the bed to head over to the dresser in the room to fetch new clothes for his lover.
When Sasori didn't speak more and just handed the blond his clothes, Deidara decided to continue. "Do you want me to talk to Pein about your puppets? Maybe he'll let us go and try retrieve them, hm." Deidara suggested wary, with his legs halfway through his pants.
"They're probably been shipped to Suna though. Don't you think?" Sasori sighed and crossed his arms. He looked away, his smile completely gone by now. It was too hard to keeping it up. "Since the five great are sharing Ame between them I would assume Suna is claiming my works as theirs since I'm from there."
Huffing annoyed Deidara got up and pulled the new shirt over his head. "Such greedy bastards… Well, I guess we'll have to go to Suna then-"
"No, no… Let's just forget about it. It's pointless." Sasori sighed and walked up to his partner. They shared a quiet moment as the redhead studied the taller man's features, as well as taking a piece of his hair between his fingers. "It's too dangerous to head to Suna openly. I don't want you to head straight into a trap or risk your life for my clumsiness."
Deidara looked down on the puppet. He was smiling again, but there was nothing happy about his smile. The bomber sighed audible. "Well at least they won't break them. Hopefully. Hopefully they'll save them as important artifacts and maybe one day we can retrieve them, hm."
The younger man took a hold of his partners' shoulders to make him look up at him and to get his full attention. "But Sasori, just so you know. I know exactly how much your art means to you. And I know if the roles were switched, if it was my art that had been taken, you would be halfway to Iwa trying to get it back for me the second I told you about it, hm. So understand how I feel about it. Not getting them back is going to pain me just as much as it pains you."
The words must have touched the puppet, as he lowered his head thinking hard. It was true, Sasori wouldn't hesitate a second to try and protect his lovers legacy. He had been foolish to think Deidara would be any different.
"Sooo don't be surprised if I leave to get them, hm." Deidara added mumbling.
"You're ridiculous." Sasori huffed as he started grinning. And to Deidaras' surprise, the short man hugged him.
"And you're too precious. Have I ever said that?" Sasori mumbled into the newly washed t-shirt, looking up. The sound of the fabric rubbing against skin and the deep, pleased sigh Deidara let out felt all too homey.
Deidara smirked teasingly without replying and fluffed Sasoris' red hair, just since his silence to his love filled words made the puppeteer ever so embarrassed. And he laughed low seeing him hide his face again; if he could have been blushing he probably would have.
Even though she had put up tents multiple times before, she had never struggled with it as much as she was this time. Well, this was the first time she was putting up a tent by herself. Normally Sasori or Deidara would help her while the other parent was setting up the rest of the camp. That was one of their favorite family activities, camping. Deidara loved taking them to all kinds of places and show them the beauties of the world. And Sasori appreciated studying different plants they might encounter and loved bring home samples. Iris took pleasure in the calm atmosphere of the vacation, where there was no hurry and she was allowed to spend hours in the warm tent with her books, of course after the three of them had spent the day sightseeing.
Cursing she pulled the last string and hammered it into the ground. She had worked up quite the sweat during just the rigging of the tent and she was quite beat but, it was up now. She felt embarrassed to be so tired. She was training regularly so this shouldn't be a problem! But… Honestly, lately she had been slacking off. She trained when she was home at her mom's place too of course but not as much as she did when she stayed with her dads. She trained with Deidara when he trained, and he trained at least twice a week. And Sasori didn't have to train but he had been her coach. Training her and teaching her as she grew up and he always made sure she was in great shape.
It made her kind of sad thinking to about it. Sasori, who used to care so much about her well being didn't even want to talk to her anymore. But she shook the thoughts away though quickly. This was why she had run away, so she wouldn't have to think about them anymore. She was cutting herself out of the family. Even though she missed them so… It was torture.
The young girl stopped in her camp setting. Just to stand there and silently cry over how lonely she felt. The small tent didn't seem as inviting as it should. She had no interest in even cooking; she just wanted to go home. No, she wanted to go back in time. To a time where she was happy and her parents were happy and they did stuff together like a normal family. That was all she ever wanted, to have a normal, calm, happy life.
The crying made her feel a lot better quickly though. As soon as she had dried her tears, she didn't feel as helpless and isolated anymore. She felt like she could handle this again. She would forget about the past and shape her own future. She'd travel far and make a new life, the perfect life. It be calm and loving, and she could use her past as inspiration for her books she was going to write!
"Can't you go talk to her? What if she doesn't even open for me?" Sasori said nervously as he hung his hand on the handle to his and Deidaras' rooms' door. Deidara had moved on to fix his hair and makeup. The three of them would head out for dinner was the plan. Early dinner… But first Sasori would have to go and apologize to his daughter.
The younger man rolled his eyes through the mirror. "Since when were you so scared to talk to your own daughter, hm?" He sighed; blinking to make sure his eyeliner had dried. "Besides if she doesn't want to talk to you we can't go out for dinner… So go make peace so we can go out and explain to her the situation, hm."
Unwillingly Sasori nodded and took a deep breath as well. He hesitated a second longer by the door before he opened it and left to go across the hall, stopping by the closed door leading to Iris' room.
"Honey… It… It's me." He said careful as he knocked on the door. "Can I come in? I haven't… Haven't seen your face in a while, I'd like to look at you…"
Nothing. No response. 'Great, she really is giving me the silent treatment', Sasori thought. 'Well, I deserve it'.
"Iris. I'm serious. We have to talk. Please just open up-"He tried while feeling the door, and to his surprise it wasn't locked so the puppeteer could just walk in.
It was empty. The bed was made; there was no sign of life anywhere. The abnormal pile of books on the bed didn't seem promising. Sasori felt his body go cold, or colder then the dead body already was. Something was definitively wrong here.
Note: Okay, so I'm gonna stop here for now. I will continue this story but it's going slower to write then I thought, so I rather post the ending in parts as I write them instead of just posting a cluster of text and getting it all out in one go. I would assume there will be maybe 1-2 chapters more after this? Depending on how I write it out. Expect the next part out soon though. I should try and have it done by next weekend.
