AN: I don't own Naruto or any of its' characters.
Warning: Fluff and OOC lie ahead...You've been warned...
As night began to take its' toll, Sasori scooped the blonde boy up into his arms as he stood up, heading back into the lair. He knew it was getting way past Deidara's bed time, because the boy would make himself as comfortable as possible in Sasori's arms, using him as what we would call a human pillow.
…Well, minus the human part, anyways.
Unfortunately, Deidara needed another bath first, and he knew that wasn't going to be easy, because the boy was most probably over tired.
…And when the boy was overtired, he was also irritable. When he was irritable, he fought against things. And well…When he fought against things, Sasori became irritated himself, and tried his hardest not to lash out at the boy, because he hated watching him cry.
…Actually, he hated being the one who made him cry, because that was what killed him the most.
The red haired man sighed ever so slightly as he flipped the bathroom light switch on, setting Deidara down on the cold bathroom floor as he began to prepare the bath. When it filled halfway, he turned, only to find that the blonde was gone. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked into their bedroom. He smiled slightly at the sight in front of him, as Deidara was curled up, his thumb placed securely in his mouth, soft breaths escaping his lips.
Sasori almost hated to move him, he really did.
"Deidara.." He said gently, picking the boy up, "Come on…Lets get you cleaned up a little…" He finished as he ignored the boys protests, walking back into the bathroom, locking the door this time so he wouldn't escape. He knelt down next to the boy as he attempted to get him undressed and into the bath. Unfortunately for him, things weren't that easy this time.
"No, un." The boy whined, struggling to pull away, desperately just wanting to go to sleep.
"Deidara…Please don't argue with me…" Sasori said calmly, as he attempted once more. He sighed when the boy struggled more, making it harder and harder for him to accomplish his task.
"No, un! I don't wanna!" Came another tired whine from the boy as he tried his hardest to pull away from Sasori, his small body flailing about.
"Deidara, listen to me." He said, trying to get the boys attention, "Deidara…" He tried again, "Deidara!" He snapped, losing his patience, clearly irritated now. "Would you stop!"
Deidara did very much in fact stop.
…But the look on his face made Sasori feel very, very guilty. Actually, he wasn't sure what made him feel worse, the look, or the tears that followed it.
"Deidara…Hey, kid…" He said gently, his calm tone immediately returning, running one hand through the boys hair, wincing slightly when he flinched. He hadn't meant to yell the way he did.
…Yeah, he pretty much felt like a total jackass now. He had never actually yelled at Deidara before since he had brought him here. Or made him cry for that matter, that was normally Itachi's job.
Sasori sighed softly, a small frown pulling at his lips, "Come here Deidara…" He said softly, pulling the boy into his arms, placing a hand on his head, "I'm sorry kid, I didn't mean to yell…" He murmured gently, kissing his head, "But the sooner we get you cleaned up, the sooner you can sleep…Alright?"
The boy sniffled, wiping at his eyes as he nodded, allowing Sasori to finish what he started as he finally got the boy undressed, placing him into the water, allowing him to sit for a few moments to relax. He knelt down on the floor, letting his arms rest on the edge of the bath tub, resting his chin on them, smiling at the blonde boy as if he was his own flesh and blood. He smiled again, reaching one arm out, wiping away a stray tear that had trickled its' way down the boys face.
Deidara sniffled slightly, looking over at Sasori with tired eyes. "Sorry…Sasori, un." He mumbled quietly, staring down at the water.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for, Deidara…" He said, stroking the boys hair back slightly, "Now come on…Lets finish up here so you can go get some sleep…" He smiled gently as he lathered some shampoo into the boys hair, beginning to wash it. Once he was finished, he drained the water from the tub, drying the boy off before re-dressing him. He turned back around to clean up the bathroom a bit, sending the boy off to bed…But instead, he earned another whine of protest. He turned his neck, looking down at the boy. He was rubbing tiredly at his eyes, his free hand reaching up at Sasori, clearly to exhausted to walk the extra few feet to their bedroom.
Sasori chuckled quietly, "Alright…You win…" He said, smiling down at the boy. "Just give me a few more minutes…" He said as he wiped up any stray water that might've splashed out of the tub, before kneeling down, picking his tired blonde up. He kissed his forehead gently, ruffling his hair, "Alright…Ready for bed?" He asked, even though he really didn't need too, the look in Deidara's eyes said it all.
The boy nodded slowly, letting his head drop to Sasori's shoulder again, allowing his eyes to close.
Sasori lowered his own eyes, smiling gently as he lay the boy down on the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. "Goodnight, Deidara…" He murmured gently, even though the boy was already passed out, oblivious to the world around him, his thumb placed back in its' rightful spot in his mouth, curled up safely under the blankets.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his own neck, looking up at the clock. He decided to clean himself up a bit, even though he hadn't really done much to get himself dirty. Suddenly though, his mind began to wonder a bit. The boy still needed clothes…He couldn't keep wearing that same shirt his whole stay here. Well, he could, but Sasori wouldn't allow it.
He shook his head for a moment, smiling to himself. He'd have to wake Deidara up tomorrow and take him to go buy a few new articles of clothing, because surely he was tired of wearing that same, oversized shirt everyday. Besides, it'd be nice to get him out of the lair, and let him live his life as a child for once, instead of in solitude, with a bunch of crazy S-Ranked criminals.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small rumble of thunder passing by, and he immediately walked back into their room, almost expecting Deidara to be up. He was surprised to see that the boy was still asleep, sighing contently as he shifted around slightly, allowing himself to become more comfortable, before returning back to his dreamland.
Sasori smiled, deciding that maybe he should just give in and get some rest while he could. Everyone else was, so he really didn't have much reason to be up himself. He quietly made his way over to the bed, being careful not to wake the boy. He pulled his own pajamas on, before slowly climbing onto the bed, sliding under the covers with the boy, wrapping his arms protectively around him.
It sounded horrible, really. Maybe even a bit selfish, but he hoped Deidara's mother never showed again, because he didn't think he'd be able to handle having to give the boy up.
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