Again, SORRY IT'S LATE! D: My obsession with Angels Online is getting the better of me! And the worst part is that I had this chapter done last Wednesday ... and completely neglected to upload it ... Sorry guys ... T.T

Anyway, read on!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NARUTO.

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Sasori's world slipped in and out of shadows for the next four days. Even in his sleep, he could feel the changes taking place in his body. Something was really happening. But what was it? He couldn't remember anything.

The redhead often found himself in the same white world in his dreams, staring into a pair of large, glowing, golden orbs. He didn't know what it was he was looking at but it was scaring him. No matter where he went or what he did in this world, those eyes were always there watching him.

As he began regaining his strength, recovering from whatever it was that had happened, he found that he would either talk or yell in his sleep, as was indicated when he would awaken with a start to find himself mid-word or screaming. He never got to question it, however, as he would always pass out shortly afterwards.

Deidara was at his side every time he opened his eyes, even if they only stayed open for a few seconds. It was a comforting thought, knowing that the blond he cared so much about was concerned for him and was willing to sacrifice his time to do nothing but sit.

Sasori was once again being pulled from the clutches of darkness and as this happened he was aware of people talking in the background. Or were they arguing? Sounded more like arguing.

Sounds gradually became coherent and words understandable. He couldn't muster up enough strength to speak or open his eyes yet. But he thought he could recognize the voices and who they belonged to, except for one.

"You can't do that!"

'What is Deidara screaming about?'

"Deidara, he needs to be properly trained! This could kill him if not seen to!"

'Is that … Pein?'

"I'll train him!"

"You can't! You don't even know how to be a werewolf yourself!"

"I won't let him become a bloodthirsty killer!"

'Is that what I am now?'

"Not all of us are like that!"

"Bull! You're all killers! Every last one of you!"

"Including yourself? Face it, Deidara. You're one of us."

"Never!"

A door slammed.

Sasori finally managed to find the strength within him to open his eyes. When he did, he was a bit surprised. The redhead turned his gaze away from the ceiling and looked around the room he was in. Despite it being close to dark, he could see everything in perfect detail.

The door to the room opened suddenly but it didn't surprise Sasori, he'd heard the person coming from down the hall. He turned his head to look over at the person, recognizing Deidara who appeared to be fuming.

The blond glared at the wall for a long time before he turned to look at Sasori. His anger seemed to melt when he did, for he smiled a genuine smile. Sasori blinked at him but didn't move or speak. It was draining him just to keep his eyes open.

"You're awake, un." Deidara stated and walked over to stand at his side. Sasori looked up at him and managed to nod. He would have growled if he could. He absolutely hated the weakness he was experiencing.

"Can't talk yet, can you?" The blond asked softly as he reached out and brushed the bangs from Sasori's face. The redhead was surprised; he hadn't realized that he'd been sweating. His eyes closed again as he nodded.

He couldn't reply even though what he really wanted was to ask just what he was now. What he'd become, what was going to be done about it, and how he was supposed to deal with it. Instead he felt the clutches of sleep grasping at him.

"Rest up, you'll need it, un."

Sasori was already asleep before the blond even finished his sentence.