After the incident or quarrel, Deidara had a random poor target Jinchuruki up on his clay bird. The boy was dead while Deidara stared at the body, having much sympathy for the miserable animal. He picked him up and held him cruelly by the neck. Speaking to the body instead of himself he whispered with a somewhat depressed tone.

"He doesn't love me you know….he always pushes me around un….like I'm the puppet. He doesn't even appreciate my art or anything….and yet….I think I love him huh….You….look so much like him……I want to….even kiss you un…."

While saying this, he closed his eyes and puckered up, kissing the cold, dead lips with no regrets, only wishing the other would kiss him back. Even Sasori wouldn't dare to return Deidara's kiss.

The Jinchuriki did not reply since he was long from alive, and by not receiving an answer, Deidara decided to throw the boy off of his large clay bird, a smaller explosive bird in which fell after the boy. Deidara didn't even bother watching the explosion like he normally did, amused by the fascinating work of his own art.....

Something felt wrong, no….something was wrong, he thought. Where was his damn puppet when he needed him the most?

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A few moments of silence drifted by, and a dark figure appeared directly behind a clueless blonde that had a fetish for explosions. Deidara clenched his fist, and simultaneously, Sasori whispered a light "boo" into the others ear as the explosion faded away. Sasori smiled to himself, thinking Deidara would be pleased to see him and feel his presence, but he felt the temptation to do more than just have Deidara feel his presence….

Deidara, although somewhat relieved, was in the mood to throw the other man off. 'Sasori always thought the world was in his own hands, pulling every dimension of it with his stupid ass puppet strings.' It was then that Deidara's thinking soon seemed to crash down into reality as Sasori let out a low groan.

"You're late un…." Was all that Deidara could manage to muster up in what little voice he had left.

"Well, you left me…." Sasori replied in a matter of fact tone, while scooting a few strands of hair away from his eyes. The red head then turned around and plopped his bottom on the clay birds white back, crossing his legs peacefully. After a while, his mocha brown eyes went dreamlike and stared off into space.

"……………………."

'You messed with my head…well…no…I sound like a hypocrite…'

Deidara contemplated these things and others on the way home, refusing to talk to his new passenger. After an hour or two of flight, the blonde brought his bird down outside the hideout of their secret organization. He jumped off rather quickly, and stormed into the entrance, throwing his cloak by the coat rack. The whole time he never fed his bird...or glanced at his partner.

Sasori felt rather clueless, only standing there stiff and rigid like an ordinary puppet would. The guilt had not hit him yet; only because he couldn't figure out why Deidara had run off like that. They had a fucking job to do. And, besides, they were companions on a job…or rather a mission….they weren't lovers...

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"WHY DOESN'T HE THINK OF ME!!!?? EVER HUH?" Deidara was now thoroughly frustrated, jumped onto the bed with ferocity, throwing a fashion magazine Itachi had put on his pillow into the wall so the soft plush was there to muffle his scream. After a minute of crying, he got sense enough to take his metallic eye out so it wouldn't get fucked up. Sniffing a bit, he got up and locked the door, and sat on the bed again, slowly taking off his half tied headband and fishnet clothes. Now standing, he removed his pants, throwing them on Sasori's (also unused) side of the bed. Dei then walked to the bathroom, sighing as he let his hair down. After a day like this he needed a nice hot bubble bath with his beloved art…

Sasori was still standing in the same spot, now frustrated with himself and Deidara for leaving him out in the bitter cold all by himself. "What the fuck is his problem?" Sasori had stated out loud, placing a hand over his eyes and rubbing them. He then came with a strange reply, and a body sneaking up behind him, grabbing him surprisingly by his shoulders. Usually, Sasori would have reacted quickly, but he was too caught up in his own thoughts than to deal with another person.

A black haired man spun the other around, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Don't you understand? You foolish coward. He loves you….."

With this, Itachi went up in a cloud of smoke, his clone leaving Sasori to think and fend for himself….except, he couldn't think or fend for himself. His thoughts were scattered, and his emotions, felt nothing.

"I love him…" Deidara sank further into his abyss of bubbles, causing water to spill over the sides of the small tub. One of his birds squaked, and without thinking or looking at it, he incinerated it. His mind was on other things…Why did Sasori hate him….?

He HAD his heart- if that was all…so there had to be a reason…He looked over slowly towards an outstretched arm, where one of his hand mouths was coughing up water. "I'm a freak……huh…is that why?" With this new premonition, and a built up anger, he grabbed the hand and attempted to drown it…

While the other man drowned his own hand trying to make a body part commit suicide, Sasori carelessly strolled back into the Akatsuki layer. "Ugh, it was so pointless of me using my chakra to see that idiot blonde….."

He felt disgusted at the moment because of the lie Itachi had told him. He knew Deidara didn't love him, he was a puppet for Kami-san's sake. Deidara knew better than that. Sasori couldn't feel pain anymore. Not after losing his parents and getting his hopes crushed. That is the exact reasonwhy he joined the Akatsuki. It was because he knew nobody ever loved him and never would. He wanted revenge on the entire world for not going through the same pain he did, living all of the lies he went through in the past. So he turned himself into a puppet so that he could live forever and watch the world suffer as the Akatsuki slowly made it crumble away.