Chapter Warnings: None! Hmm. Maybe that means I need to add more action. I'll see about that.
Chapter 11
I Care
Sasori felt himself drift back into consciousness, but kept his eyes closed. He could feel that his head resting in someone's lap, and that someone was holding his hand. What?! He opened his eyes suddenly. Deidara looked back at him, and smiled. They were in their room still, so apparently he hadn't hurt himself this time.
"Sasori, un."
"When did you…"
"I came back after my visit because I wanted to get some of my clay birds to show Mom, but then I saw you. un. And I just told her that I would show her next time." I ruined his visit. He instinctively squeezed Deidara's hand, and the blonde looked away.
Sasori let go. "Uh, sorry. I-"
Deidara quickly pulled Sasori's hand back into his own. "It's not that, un."
"Then, what is it?"
"Sasori, un. I don't like seeing you hurt." I shouldn't have asked. It's like I'm provoking myself. "I want to know why you hurt, and I want to make you better, un. I want you to not feel so badly."
What would happen if I let myself trust him? What if I admitted how much I care? I could just finish the job if it turns out to be bad. But wouldn't that hurt him? Do I really care if I hurt him? … Yes. I do.
"Sasori, un. What are you thinking?"
"I… want those things, too. It's just… I don't do well with this type of thing. I don't form attachments with others because it hurts too much to do so, and…" he trailed off.
"Sasori." Deidara reached out with his free hand and pulled it through Sasori's hair, caressingly. The red head shivered at the touch. "I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally. And if their was something unintentional, I would fix it right away, un. Don't you see?"
Sasori, still in his roommate's lap, looked up at him. I want to trust you Deidara, but I don't. And I don't know just how much I care for you. What if it's too much?
The sound of the door beginning to open could be heard, and Sasori quickly sat up and let go of Deidara's hand. It was Iruka. "Sasori, you left your visit early, and your grandma still wants to see you."
"Tell her that I said I'll be fine. She doesn't need to worry." Iruka looked skeptical, but left to send the message anyway.
There was an awkward silence in the room. Then, Sasori said, "Deidara."
"Un?"
"I… know that you care. You've said it many times. But… I want to see now, how much I care."
"What do you mean, un?"
Sasori leaned towards his roommate. It's okay. It's okay. He kept telling himself that to reassure himself that it was indeed true. He then reached out his arms and pulled the blonde into a tight embrace, resting his head in the nest of yellow on Deidara's shoulder.
"Sa… so… ri… un…" Deidara wrapped his arms around the red head, returning the hug. Sasori began to sob, as he let out the emotions that he had pent up. He felt Deidara run his fingers through his hair again. "It's okay, Sasori, un. It's okay."
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter even thought it was another short one. I hope you had as much fun reading it. And oddly, every other paragraph, I was watching a few minutes of Death Note, so it's strange that this was a fluffier chapter than sad.
Reviews, as always, are loved.