Hallo, long time no see! This SHOULD be the second to last chapter, not including the possible epilogue! I know I haven't updated in like... Over two weeks! Woah! Well, I did want to have a cliff hanger so here it is!
Funeral For a Friend
Somber faces glanced around the grey field, grass grasping at black shoes and midnight trousers and tights. Sobs broke free of hoarse, dried throats. Tears trailed down smooth cheeks, mascara and eyeliner rolling down those smooth deathly pale cheeks. Whimpers and silent cries filled the area around them, hands clenched as hearts tore, eyes either wide in fear or closed in melancholy. Mournful lips curled in agonising smiles as thoughts bubbled, memories enveloping those around, the good, the bad, the terrible, the unforgettable. All because this one person, this one, special, beloved man. An arm gingerly wrapped around thin shoulders, face covered by shaking hands as they howled in sorrow at the lost, black hair clinging to their face. The arm was followed by another, pulling the blackette into a tight, comforting hug. He gulped, eyes clenched, hands wiping away the tears. "Why? He didn't deserve it!" He shouted, in grief, eyes glanced at the one, who's heart torn into pieces. His lament evident as tears fell from the faces around him, at the sheer sight of the broken, black-haired man, the blonde holding him, cooing soothing words.
"Shh, Itachi..." Deidara whispered, stroking his hair softly as sobs broke from Itachi once more, tears streaming down into a large wet patch on Deidara's black suit's shoulder. Itachi let in a shaky breath, pushing himself away from Deidara, turning back round to look upon the open grave, he gulped down a lump in his throat, eyes attached to it. Another silent sob broke as those around him began to cry out, in emotional pain, turmoil, at the feeling of losing one so close. One so close that a small part of them sat empty. The tiny pieces of Itachi's heart ached, they wept, his body now empty, his mind a jumble, all he could see was Kisame.
Kisame smiling.
Kisame laughing.
Kisame kissing him.
Kisame hugging him.
Kisame's hope before surgery.
Kisame's unconscious body as he returned.
Kisame's heart failing.
And, finally...
Kisame's frozen body, lying there; transfixed. A soft smile across his lips, his eyes closed together lightly, as if he was asleep. Dozing. Such a fool.
Sob after sob left damaged souls. Itachi's hands engulfed his face, hiding his suffering. Deidara's eyes were wide, hands shaking in fear, of what to happen next. He wouldn't have Kisame, he wouldn't be able to talk to him, the pointless little conversations they shared could've focused on important things. No more jokes. No more laughs. No more 'My son'. No more of calling Kisame his father. Deidara held back a sob as familiar memories trickled through his mind. A hand grabbed his firmly, pulling him out of his trail of thought, he glanced up to see the red-head, a small empathetic smile on his lips as he squeezed Deidara's hand, a tear escaping one eye involuntarily. Deidara squeezed his hand back, leaning in closer to Sasori, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. Deidara's hand grabbed Itachi's and squeezed it, a slight squeeze responding back as the others joined hands. Konan held Itachi's other hand, holding him close to her, Itachi leaning on her shoulder, letting out trembling gasps and breaths. Yahiko's arm wrapped around Nagato's shoulder, holding him close, tears escaping the red-head, leaking onto the ginger's chest.
A few moments passed as another man appeared, cloaked in black, hands wrapped around eachother. Deep, fogging silence aired around them, all trembling at the hollow feelings around them. "Hello, I am Kakashi Hatake. I am sorry for all your losses." He spoke, looking out across at them all, one eye remained covered as his silver hair spiked off to one side. "I do not know of Kisame as you all do, but I have heard of the wonderful man he was." Sniffs sounded through the area, all stared down at the open hole, the mahogany covered smooth coffin waiting to be lowered above it. "Kisame was someone who could always be there for you. He was a keen listener, he was very empathetic and sympathetic, always listening and caring, non-stop. He was loved by so many, of whom he loved dearly as well. He was known for his sense of humour, he could make everyone in the room laugh with a sentence. He will be deeply missed by all those here today and I know somewhere he misses you all aswell." Kakashi finished, he stepped away, Itachi hesitantly stepped forward, stumbling slightly. A few seconds passed as he tried to catch his trembling breath, his knees threatening to buckle as he glanced at his beloved's coffin, a sob breaking free. Konan ran beside him, holding Itachi as he attempted to straighten up, to calm down. Tears escaped Deidara's eyes at Itachi's inner turmoil, another squeeze from Sasori's hand came, sending the message 'Be strong for him'. Deidara nodded softly, Sasori removing his hand and wrapping it around Deidara's shoulders, pulling him close.
"K-Kisame w-was... He was t-the l-l-love of m-my l-life... I d-don't know w-what I w-would've done w-without h-him." Itachi spoke, his voice unsteady, Konan began rubbing his back comfortingly and he closed his eyes, trying to pry them away from his beloved body before him. "He w-was such a g-gentle person, so k-kind and s-sweet. I k-know that I'll n-never move on and h-he knew that too, Ki-Kisame is my o-only true l-love, he's always been there for me and I for him. W-We had no-one b-but eachother, K-Kisame h-had no family and I h-had left m-my own. N-Nothing c-can keep u-us apart, w-whether in l-life or d-d-d..." Itachi stopped, a cry escaping his lips as he shouted out, "Death!" Tears rolled down his cheeks painfully, his anguish building up as he ran towards Kisame's coffin. "Kisame..." He whispered, repeating it. Sobs and cries left those around, hearts aching. Konan reluctantly stepped beside Itachi, softly, slowly, gently, tenderly moving him away from Kisame, from his love, from his heart.
A few hours passed, tears drying as no-one could cry anymore, well no-one except Itachi, his whole being slowly dying as his eyes remained attached on Kisame's grave. Deidara moved away, sitting by a lake nearby, his own heart hurt for his father, for his mother, for his newfound family. "Such a tragic death..." Deidara whispered to himself, holding his knees up to rest his chin on as he overlooked the trickling stream, becoming engulfed by the lake.
"Complications at the table..." Sasori whispered, standing beside Deidara, his hands tucked into his trouser pockets as his eyes gazed down at the lake, Deidara turned and acknowledged him, his own red and puffy from the tears. He nodded curtly, looking back down.
"Unable to wake up..." Deidara continued. "Itachi was so... So broken." He stopped, Sasori sat down beside him, both gazing at the lake.
"His breathing stopped..." Sasori replied, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. Deidara glanced at him, eyes narrowing at the cigarette as Sasori took a long toke.
"Sasori..." Deidara began, but Sasori closed his eyes, other hand moving up to hold his forehead, his elbow leaning on his knee.
"Organs failing... Due to allergic reaction with medication... Then, a slow and painful d-d... Death." Sasori whispered, a tear escaping and rolling down his cheek, Deidara leaned towards him, sliding his thumb across it, wiping the tear away. Sasori glanced back at Deidara, Deidara grabbed onto his cigarette, snapping it in half. Sasori grunted. Silence filled between them, Sasori throwing the cigarette away as he leaned backwards, staring up at the cloudy sky. Deidara glanced down at him, holding his breath. Should I... Deidara began to ask himseld before agreeing immediately.
"Sasori..." Deidara muttered, Sasori grunted in response. "Go to University." Deidara continued, softly, his gaze meeting Sasori's eyes, warmth filling them both. "It's your education and I know that-" Deidara began, before being abruptly stopped, Sasori shooting back up into his sitting position before grabbing Deidara's face tenderly with both hands and pulling him in for a loving, chaste kiss. As they parted, Sasori rested his forehead against Deidara's, pecking his lips once more, tears escaping Deidara's eyes once more, Sasori smiled caringly, wiping them away.
"We'll work this out." Sasori murmured, pulling Deidara in for a more passionate kiss. His tongue sweeping across Deidara's bottom lip, who welcomed him hastily, his muscle entering that hot, wet cavern, exploring the sensual tastes, each sending a jolt of electricity through his body. Deidara smiled into the kiss, feeling the spark flash through them, his tongue began battling Sasori's softly, overlapping one another, sliding across pearly whites. Hesitantly they parted, a string of saliva holding the two together as one, for now. The pulled away as the string broke, Deidara cuddling up to Sasori, both staring across the relaxing river, drowning their previous sorrows. And Sasori gladly accepted it.
Ah, I hate this chapter so much but I couldn't stop writing it! Damn . Anyway, thanks for reading and please review! See you hopefully soon, depends on how fast I get 5 reviews :D x