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We began with concluding remarks
Break up the pieces and examine the parts

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sasori's voice was cold.

Deidara winced; wishing it would return to the emotionless state it had been when they first met. First met for the second time, rather.

"In case you haven't figured it out," Sasori hissed. "Anything, everything we had. It's over."

Deidara froze. "Sasori no Danna, let me explain." He was just short of begging.

You'd like to think that you're the best part of me

But I confess there is nothing left of you here

Sasori turned to face the boy he had grown to love, the one person who had changed him so dramatically over the past year. Who had changed him so long ago, without even knowing it. "I don't want to hear your explanations." He mentally told himself to stop talking. The words were getting harder to form. He was a puppet. A puppet. Why did he feel this pain?

The words fell like stones from Sasori's mouth, landing on Deidara's heart, crushing him.

Saying that but meaning this
Your tears for emphasis

"Sasori, wait, listen, un." Deidara reached for the man, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes.

Sasori jerked out of his reach. "Say what you want. I'm leaving."

Deidara angrily wiped the tears away. Why was he crying? This man meant nothing to him. He was a mutual friend. A friend of a friend. He was no one important. Deidara told himself there were no feelings there, nothing to signify why the puppet leaving should hurt him.

In fact, he should do what he should have done long ago. He should grab the kunai. He should finish the job. But he couldn't.

It's in the way you sell every word and phrase
And leaving me to know how much the meaning weighs

Sasori smirked. "Speechless? How unusual," His tone was biting, cruel amusement colored his words. "Apologies would suit you better than this, brat." The compassion that had once colored his words was gone. He reached the door, his steps felt like lead. He told himself to just leave, to quit waiting. The boy wasn't going to come up with any sort of response that would make him want to stay; there was nothing that could make him forgive the boy for destroying his home.

"Sasori no Danna…" Deidara's voice was soft. "I love you."

Those eyes are telling white, white lies

White, white lies

Sasori jerked back at the words. "It's a little late, isn't it?" He spat out. "After what you've done, you expect me to feel the same? Never, Brat, so keep your fleeting emotions and selfish confessions to yourself." Sasori's eyes were cold and empty. But inside, he was crumbling. The brat had put a name to the emotion that had kept him in place, made him so slow to leave. He had whispered the word that had been bouncing around inside the puppet, confusing him and ruining his judgment. With no emotion reaching his face or words, he tugged open the door and delivered his parting line. "The next time I see you, I swear, I will kill you."