Well, here's chapter two. It's for my Danna… not that it can do justice to what I owe her. I owe her my life… if it weren't for her I would have committed suicide by now. She's perfect, and… I don't know what I would do if she left. This is for you, Gabrielle.
Disclaimer: Me no own anything but the plot. And the massive OOCness towards the end because I had to end it happily somehow…
Mistletoe: Chapter Two
Deidara was still asleep at 7:30. Sasori was worried. He never slept this late, not even on weekends. The blonde was normally up before even Sasori, bouncing around and being hyper or moping and staring out a window or something. But no, this morning the suicide bomber was still asleep.
Sasori decided it was time to investigate.
What with all the banging from Hidan's room [right next to Deidara's] that Sasori could hear from his [way across the base], it surprised him that Deidara, a light sleeper, wasn't screaming at the whomever-they-were on the other side of the wall to SHUT THE FUCK UP, DAMMIT.
So, Sasori was traversing the passageways on his way to Deidara's room, worried as all hell. When he got there, the door was locked. He disabled the lock and strode in. The room would have been ice-cold, if he could feel. The radiator was blowing even more cold air into the room. The window was open, and you could touch the icicles. It was lightly snowing outside, and there was a pile of it on the floor. Deidara was shaking, teeth chattering, in the flimsy blankets that were all Kakuzu allowed them. He even had his Akatsuki cloak on, but it wasn't doing him any good.
Sasori pitied the younger Akatsuki. If he had an extra blanket or two…
Then, Sasori got an idea. Stripping off his Akatsuki cloak, he added it to the pile above the young blonde. He looked so innocent, so small. It just made Sasori want to hug him until he suffocated. But that really wasn't going to happen, and Sasori barely registered the protectiveness.
Yes, Deidara was his, his boyfriend if you will, but more like "fuck buddy". Sasori showed not the emotions he felt. He was a puppet, was he not? Puppets don't have emotions. So, even though he knew he had them, Sasori kept his emotions locked up somewhere he could never get to them.
But maybe they could get to him.
Just looking at the shivering, pitiful blonde made Sasori's faintly beating heart shudder. He then realized what had to be done. Picking up the blonde, he carried the heavy sleeper back to his room, where it was warmer.
When Sasori got there, he set Deidara down on the bed. At this point, the blonde's eyes flickered open. "D- Danna?" he said sleepily, and moved to sit up.
"No, go back to sleep," Sasori roughly pushed Deidara back towards the bed.
"Danna, why am I in your room, un?" the suicide bomber asked in a voice that was younger than he was.
"It's warmer in here," Sasori replied lamely. "You were shivering and whimpering in yours."
"Why… why were you in my room, Sasori-Danna, un?"
If puppets could blush, there would have been a rosy flush on Sasori's cheeks.
"Danna, un?"
"I was in your room to see if you were dead."
"Why would I be dead, Danna, un?" Deidara paused. "Did you poison me,un?" There was no accusation in his voice, just a tired blonde resigned to the facts leaning against his Danna's headboard.
"No, Deidara, I didn't poison you."
"Then why did you think I was dead, un?" Deidara asked, genuinely confused.
"You weren't up and screaming."
"So what if I wanna sleep in, Danna, un?"
"It gets me worried about you, Deidara."
"But you said…" the ex-Iwa nin trailed off. "You said you would never care about me, Danna, un. I was just another one of your puppets, un." Tears lingered at the edges of Deidara's eyes. He quickly blinked them away. He knew that was all he was to his Danna, and he had better get reconciled to the fact, because it wasn't about to change.
"Well, that…" Sasori paused. Deidara stopped breathing. "That was then."
"So what changed, un?" The tears were threatening to spill over again.
Sasori thought. Deidara attempted to get the tears out of his eyes, failing miserably.
"Because I love you?" Sasori asked. Deidara almost instantly put his face in his hands and started shaking, tears spilling out between fingertips.
Sasori turned away. What was the point, anyway? He would cry until he stopped. He was so weak it was pathetic.
Then, however, Sasori's mind started to catch up with his words. I said I loved him. Sasori turned back to the gently shaking blonde. He was still sobbing silently into his palms, and while his hand-mouths licked away most of the tears, millions leaked out through splayed fingers.
Pulling Deidara into an embrace, Sasori gently tugged his hands away from his face. His eyes were red-rimmed from crying and he was still shaking uncontrollably in swaying rhythm with the tears snaking down his cheeks.
The blonde looked up, into the softening eyes of the puppetmaster. The dam behind which Sasori's emotions had hidden for so long had finally cracked, broken, and spilled over. Cool lips met teary ones, and just for a moment, Deidara was happy.
It went away though.
"Brat, why do you think I would let you cry?"
"Y- you wouldn't…wouldn't… I'm sorry, Danna, I…"
"You look hideous when you cry, Dei."
"I look hideous the whole time, Danna, un," Deidara said miserably.
Sasori brushed damp golden hair away from Deidara's forehead and kissed the blonde softly on the lips. Instantly, almost, Deidara recoiled. "D-Danna, un?"
"What is it?" Sasori snapped.
"I- I'm sorry," Deidara ducked his head, looking at his hands once again. Closed lips greeted him, and another tear leaked from his eye. "I…I shouldn't be here, un." The blonde made to get up.
Sasori pulled him back down, and was suddenly above the terrified blonde lying flat on the bed. "Yes, you should. Because you are mine, and what is mine never leaves me. You are the only person I have ever loved, and I… I'm sorry for making you cry," he whispered in the younger Akatsuki's ear.
Deidara whimpered in fright. "Danna, let me go, please, un," he begged.
"If you want to, you are free to go. Just keep in mind that I want you to stay."
Deidara hesitated, then gazed up longingly into the puppet's eyes. "D- Danna?"
"Yes, Deidara?"
"H- hold me?"
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Three hours later, Sasori woke up. Deidara was still asleep, snuggled in his arms. He attempted to get up, just to be pulled back by the younger man. "Come on, Dei. It's 11:45, and I'm hungry."
"Can't you just stay with me, un?" One bright blue eye was open now. "I love you…"
Sasori couldn't believe he fell for those big blue eyes.
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Well, that's the best I can do. It can't do my Danna justice, and I'm horrible at writing SasoDei [or anything recently for that matter] but I can try. Merry late Christmas and happy late birthday, Danna. I'm sorry they're both late, and I'm sorry that the best I can do sucks.
Even though I don't believe in God, I thank Him for you every day. Like you said, you're akin to an angel that He sent down from Heaven for me. Not that I deserve you. I just… I guess it still doesn't feel like it does full justice, but I don't want to ramble too much and should just sum it up with three words.
I love you.