"Danna? Wake up, un..." the concerned voice hovered just above the red head, sounding so distant, even though the speaker was so close...
Sasori groaned and opened his eyes. They were blurred for a second, and he blinked hard, trying to clear them as his room came into sharper focus.
Deidara's ghost was hovering just in front of Sasori, the transparent knees showing the stacks of book and clothing lying around right through them. The blonde's face was worried, his forehead scrunched up as he studied the red head.
"Dei?" Sasori asked groggily as he placed his hand on a stained shirt, pushing himself up. As he looked around, he realized that the only other person in the room, asides from himself, was the blonde. "Where are Hidan and Itachi?"
Deidara shrugged as he began to float up off the floor, legs crossing in front of him. "Hidan still is depressed. He really won't sacrifice Kakuzu, un," the blonde muttered, looking down at his see through hands.
Sasori shook his head as he got to his feet. "Yeah...seeing how much he talks about him, I'll bet not," he said, allowing his exhaustion to hint at his voice.
The blonde frowned at him, looking back up, eyes showing his concern. "Why was danna passed out in a pile of dirty laundry, un?"
"Just...tired..." Sasori mumbled, running his hands through his hair. "Dei...what did you mean by that you got a weird vibe from Ms. H?" he asked slowly. Now that he knew what Yu was, a guide to the afterlife, he could see if Deidara had gotten that she held great power. It guide the dead to their eternal rest....that must be such a painful job...
"Just what it sounds like, un. She isn't normal, danna. I don't trust her!" he said, crossing his arms, voice growing thin as he spoke, blue eyes clouding over.
Sasori raised his arms slowly. "I don't doubt that she is weird," he began slowly. If only the blonde knew how strange Yu Heirarch was....he had no idea. "But how does she give you a weird feeling?"
The blonde sighed and stretched out onto his back in the air. "There's this sensation in the air around her, un. It's like she's calling something to her, and the very air we breathe---"
"You don't breathe," Sasori cut in, grinning. Deidara flashed him an annoyed look before continuing.
"She isn't human, danna, un. She has a sixth sense, it's so obvious..." his words trailed off, and Sasori frowned.
"How is it obvious?"
Silence.
"Dei?" Sasori asked, waving a hand in front of the blonde's now unblinking crystalline azure eyes. "Dei....hello in there?"
"People with a sixth sense just...smell different," Deidara finally said, his words startling Sasori. "They smell more like death than those who don't, un. It's because if you have a strong sixth sense, you live in the world of the dead, un. You are half dead, to see spirits, you have to be."
Sasori felt shivers race up and down his spine as he bent over, beginning to clean up his filthy room. "I'm...half dead?" he asked slowly, not looking at Deidara.
A sigh. "One advantage to being like that is that you're going to be harder to kill, danna, un."
Sasori straighted up, a pile of shirts in his arms, and spun around to face the blonde. "What those that mean? Am I immortal?"
Deidara studied his face for a moment, oddly quiet. It was so strange to see the blonde this quiet...Deidara, in both in life and death, had been practically impossible to shut up. When the blonde had still been alive, the red head would sometimes have to resort to duck tape to get the blonde to shut up long enough for the Akasuna to say something.
Finally, Deidara spoke again. "Not really, un. You can't be killed by very many mortal weapons anymore...guns and bombs and stuff like that."
"So what CAN kill me?" Sasori asked, walking to his door, heaving it open with one hand as the other balanced the stack of shirts and throwing them into the carpeted hallway before looking back at his best friend.
Deidara was watching the ceiling again. "Swords and knives can, un," he whispered, eye blank.
Sasori studied him quietly. The blonde must have been remembering his own death. To be torn apart, ripped to shreds by falling plaster and bricks, burned alive as the killer laughs hysterically, having wanted this...no, this wasn't the best time to be mentioning the blonde's talent, devolped through his violent death.
Sasori didn't want to hurt the blonde.
"So...Anything else besides blades?" Sasori prodded the blonde. Slowly, Deidara nodded.
"I'm not sure about this...but demons will kill you. Unless you have some kind of power or something-" Sasori flinched -"then you have no chance against the undead, un."
Sasori sighed as he pushed his way over to his bed, Deidara floating just behind him. "That's just so reassuring," he griped.
Deidara gave him a brief smile as Sasori sat down on the bed and watched the red head yawn. "Is danna tired?"
"No, it's just so easy to sleep with three dead people talking all night long," the red head repiled, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Deidara shook his head, still smiling. "I'll let you sleep, un. I need to find Itachi and Hidan anyway..."The blonde began to glide toward the ceiling.
Sasori gulped. "Dei?"
The blonde looked back down at him, blonde hair nearly brushing the ceiling. "Yes, danna, un?"
"Be careful," Sasori whispered, feeling that something was going to happen, something powerful coming, for better or worse.
Deidara gave him a gentle smile. "Of course, danna."
And with that, he was gone, and Sasori was left staring at the ceiling, feeling very nervous, and he felt something burn, both behind his eyes and on his face.
The door creaked open, and Sakura poked her head in, pink hair as mussed as her eyes were tired. "Sasori, Ino and I are back and---what the hell are you doing, staring at the ceiling like an idiot?! Geez, you'd think you saw a ghost or something, with the look on your face..."
Author's Comments: Very, very boring fluff....Moving on....