WARNING: YAOI
Genre: Romance / Friendship
Rated : T
Naruto © Kishimoto

"Well don't you look handsome, un?" Deidara commented watching the redhead comb his hair.

"Hm? Sure," the redhead muttered.

The blond gave a small sigh and walked up beside the redhead. "Just trying to lighten the mood."

"Yanno...I knew this would happen one day. Death happens, but I can never seem to handle it."

Deidara frowned and hugged the redhead, "I'm always here for you."

"I know..." Sasori muttered. He put down the comb and turned to face the blond. "I guess we should get going. I can already hear Ebizo complaining. It's a funeral, not a fashion show, you piece of shit."

The blond chuckled, "Sounds about right."

The two males made it down the stairs and into the show room. The room was filled with several older people and a few kids. The room was filled with a quiet hum of chatter.

"Akasunas are quiet, huh?" Deidara asked in the quietest voice he could manage.

"This is a funeral, not a family reunion, brat."

"Well yeah, but you guys are unusually quiet."

Sasori shrugged, "Just not that chatty. Well, excluding granny."

"Un..."

"Will you go up there with me?"

"To see her?"

The redhead nodded, "I...don't think I could do it alone."

Deidara gave a small smile, "Of course, un."

Sasori gave a small smile back and was about to thank the blond when an elderly man approached them.

"Tsch, I see you made it," the old man sneered.

"Hello to you too, Ebizo."

Ebizo glared at the redhead and then took notice of the blond beside him. "Hm, still girly as ever it seems."

Deidara's eye twitched, yet he forced a smile. "Thanks for noticing, un."

"I don't see why my sister loved the both of you so much. All I see is a piece of shit and a queer," the man said with malice. "Will you stay for the will?"

"Yes," Sasori growled. "I do believe I was mentioned in the will and knowing you, you'd just keep everything for yourself, you selfish bastard."

"Evil child," Ebizo hissed. "You always were." The elderly man started walking away, but looked over his shoulder as if he had remembered something. "Oh yeah, Sasori. Don't cry this time. It's only your grandmother."

The redhead growled, but before he could yell at Ebizo, he'd disappeared.

"Did he seriously just call me a queer?" Deidara asked in almost disbelief.

Sasori's attention turned to his blond friend. He chuckled quietly, "Queer is an appropriate word."

Deidara frowned, "I find it offensive!"

"Yet fag doesn't?"

The blond shook his head, "Not really. I am a self proclaimed fag anyways. Besides, un, fag stands for fabulous attractive guy."

Sasori laughed a little and shook his head, "Did you make that up?"

"No!"

"Whatever, brat. Let's go see granny," Sasori stated, gesturing to the casket up front.

Deidara nodded and followed his friend. He stopped, however, when the redhead turned sharply. "Un?"

"Can you run upstairs? I forgot something," he muttered. "Its in a box on the bed."

"Un," the blond said while receiving a key.

It didn't take the blond long to run up and back, fetching the box. "What is it?" he asked, handing it to the redhead.

"Roses," Sasori stated opening the box.

The two males approached the casket and Deidara frowned. No one else had bothered to give Chiyo flowers. Hell, he hadn't seen anyone even come up to her.

Although it was bare, the casket and herself were simply beautiful. The casket was oak and very sleek. It almost looked handmade. The cloth inside was a pure white, free from any blemishes. Upon further inspection, he saw that the casket was engraved. It had indeed been handmade.

"Who made the casket?"

Sasori, who had his head down still, answered calmly, "She did. She made it after my parents passed away."

"Oh..." the blond whispered. "It's beautiful."

"Glad you finally see true art," Sasori chuckled without any happiness.

Deidara bit his bottom lip and said nothing more. He looked inside the casket and eyed the elderly woman inside.

She looked so at ease. Her gray-white hair was neatly tucked out of her face and pulled up into a bun like always. She wore a black soft robe with a cream white scarf. Peaceful. That's how Deidara would describe her.

The blond looked up at his friend. He was still staring at the ground, hands clutching the two red roses tightly.

"Sasori..." Deidara muttered. "It's okey to cry," he stated grabbing the redhead's free hand.

The redhead's eyes widened at the action. It triggered a memory for him. Looking up he saw the two coffins of his parents, both of them resting peacefully. He then turned to look at Deidara. The blond was much smaller. His hair was shorter and his big blue eye was shining with tears.

"Sasori...?"

Sasori shut his eyes tightly and then opened them again. This time, he saw his friend as he actually was. He cautiously looked up. One coffin. The redhead exhaled through his nose and laced his trembling fingers with the blond's. Slowly he placed the two roses in Chiyo's cold stiff hands.

"Let's go. I'm starting to feel sick," the redhead muttered. Deidara gave no response, so he took the lead and led them out of the house and outside.

Once they got outside, the sick feeling grew worse and he immediately let go of his friend's hand. Quickly maneuvering himself, he threw up behind the rose bushes next to the door.

He heard the door swing open and a minute later close. Another wave of nausea hit him and he hovered over the bush again. Again the door swung open and closed. The redhead coughed and tried to spit the nastiness out of mouth. A warm hand on his back nearly made him jump.

"Here, un," Deidara said offering the redhead water.

The redhead looked up and gratefully took the water and rag. Using the rag he wiped off any excess saliva or vomit. He then took a big gulp of the water and tried to wash out the taste from his mouth. "Thanks," he muttered.

"Anytime, un," the blond smiled. "What happened?"

Sasori shrugged, "I just started feeling sick..."

"It's not like you, un...You're not sick or anything, right?" Deidara asked concerned.

"No. I just...had a flashback is all."

The blond nodded knowingly. "I think they're starting the speeches...Did you wanna?"

Sasori nodded, "Yeah. I wanna wash up real quick. Get us a seat?"

"Un."

-x-X-x-

Several bodies dressed in black stood around the freshly dug hole as the wooden casket was lowered down.

Sasori and Deidara stood in the back, hands in their pockets.

"You better not die before me, brat," the redhead muttered. "I don't think I could handle any more death."

"And if I do?"

"Shut up."

"I'm serious. What if I do?"

The redhead glared up at his friend, "I'll bring you back to life and kill you myself."

Deidara smirked, "Sounds serious."

"I am."

"Guess I won't die just yet then."

"You better not," the redhead muttered.

"I won't."

"Good."

The casket lowered slowly and those who were religious prayed.

"What would you really do if I died?" Deidara asked quietly.

Sasori was silent for a moment.

"Well?"

"Probably live in depression."

"But you have other friends, un."

Sasori shrugged, "You...You mean a lot to me, Dei. Do you expect me to live happily with you gone?"

"I assumed-"

"Well don't," Sasori glared. "Enough of this. I'm sick and tired of death."

Deidara gave a small smile, "As you wish, Danna. I promise I won't die before you, just as long as you don't die before me."

Sasori frowned, "That can't be possible-" He stopped and let out a chuckle. "You're impossible, brat."

"But you love me~" the blond teased.

"Right."

-x-X-x-

"As you all know, everybody in this room, excluding Sasori's friend, is apart of Chiyo's will," a male with dull red hair announced. "When I call your name please stand."

After a few names later Sasori's name was announced. The redhead stood and listened.

"Akasuna Sasori, Chiyo has left you the following: the west side of the estate, all her belongings, and family funds."

The few family members all looked at each other in disbelief and muttered to each other.

Sasori rolled his eyes at his family and sat back down. Let them talk. It wasn't a surprise he was given so much and they weren't.

Ebizo glared at the redhead and sneered. All he was a brat and he couldn't understand why Chiyo favored him so. Gaara was more responsible and obviously the best grandson. Hell even annoying Kankuro was better.

At the end of the announcements, Ebizo watched as the redhead and the blond walked up the stairs. They seemed to have a close relationship...too close.

He moved closer to watch them further. Ebizo's eyes widened as he saw the blond leaned over suggestively and kissed the redhead's cheek. The redhead pushed the blond away and rolled his eyes. The older man chuckled. Well this is interesting.

Later that night...

Ebizo was stalking the halls when he saw the blond walking his way, bathing items in hands.

"Hello, uhm, was it, Deidara?"

"Un..." the blond said slowly as if he didn't trust the man.

"I seen you and Sasori earlier."

Deidara nodded, "I was with him all day."

"I seen the kiss."

The blond's muscles tensed and he went rigid. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course not," the old man chuckled. "I know you have an interest in him."

"I'm-"

"But let me tell ya something, queer," Ebizo sneered. "Homosexual marriages aren't allowed in Japan."

The blond bit his bottom lip and glared at the man's feet, not able to look the man in the eyes. Well that hurt.

"Ebizo, get the hell away from him and just leave us alone. I'm really tired of your face," Sasori growled.

Ebizo glared and scoffed, "You're staying in my wing-"

"Its actually not. Its mine, remember?" Sasori smirked. "Not get the hell out of my sight and don't pester us anymore."

The old man growled and stormed off. "Don't forget what I said, blondie."

"Shut the fuck up already," Sasori rolled his eyes. "Don't listen to him, Dei. He's just a shitty old man."

"Un..."

"Wanna stay in my room tonight...?"

Deidara smiled, "Un!"