Hello again loves!!!
Sorry this chapter took me so long, I had the squee head that is known as writer's block…
I couldn't finish this chapter when I wanted to… . I think that I only finished it because of my CD… Thank The Used! And their CD; Lies For the Liars!!
;; And I'm really surprised… For reasons…
Yeah…
Disclaimer: I seriously wish I owned Naruto… I really really do… And I shall not quite dreaming!!!
Deidara fell asleep in this position, clinging onto Sasori's pillow. As he slept, the tears dried to his face. "Sasori-danna…" he muttered as he dreamed.
"Deidara… Wake up…" Sasori whispered as he gently shook his lover. The only response he got was a tired grunt of protest. Like always, the bomb artist wanted to sleep more. They had a mission the previous day, and he knew that that would be his excuse.
Sasori on the other hand didn't need sleep. He was a puppet, after all. He had watched the blonde that he viewed as his golden haired angel sleeping all night. The thought seemed disturbing to Sasori, and made him feel like a stalker, but Deidara seemed to find it sweet for some reason.
Sasori sighed in utter frustration. "Deidara. Time to wake up. Now." He said, his tone a little more fierce this time. The blonde rolled over and groaned again.
"Maybe tomorrow, un." He muttered as he threw his arm lazily across his eyes. Sasori crossed his arms. He decided that to wake up Deidara, he was going to have to act like Deidara.
He tried to think of what he would do if he were in this situation. Finally he smirked in satisfaction at the idea in his head. He crawled onto the bed and sat on Deidara's waist, straddling his hips.
To this, the bomb artist shot his eyes open and moved his arm to look at Sasori. "What are you thinking, un?" He asked. He was trying desperately to control his heartbeat, but this was so unusual for Sasori, that it was scaring him.
"I'm thinking it's time for you to wake up." He murmured in Deidara's ear. The blonde simply threw his head back.
"Like I told you, I'll wake up tomorrow, un."
Sasori sighed. He had expected this, but it was still frustrating. He sat up and looked at the blonde as Deidara closed his eyes once more. Sasori got off of him.
"Fine. I guess I'll just have to go make out with someone else then." He said as he turned to walk out of the room. It took but a spilt second for Deidara to process what he said, sit up and run over to Sasori.
"You better not, un!" He said as he tackled the puppet master to the floor. He pinned Sasori's arms above his head.
Sasori smirked. "Oh look, I got some one awake and out of bed." He taunted. The bomb artist glared down at him.
"Looks like you did, un." He said coldly. "I hate you." He mumbled.
Sasori chuckled. "Then why were you so angry when I said I was going to go make out with someone else?" He asked quietly.
Deidara didn't stop glaring at him. "Fine. Then you better make out with me now, or I'm going back to sleep, un." He said with a frown.
Sasori rolled his eyes. "The horror!" He said sarcastically.
The blonde shut him up by pressing his lips against the others. It was quite apparent that they were now both wide-awake.
Deidara loosened his grip on the pillow as he woke up. "Damn it, un. I have to quite falling back asleep." He said quietly to himself. He put the pillow back and walked slowly out of the room, stopping only to close the door behind him.
"I won't sleep in tomorrow. I promise, un." He said as he walked through the hall silently.
He walked passed Itachi's room. "Itachi-san?" He asked as he stuck his head in the door. He was surprised to find that he wasn't there. He walked to Kisame's room and knocked softly on the door. Itachi backed away from the door as Deidara opened it.
"Itachi-san! I just wanted to apologize for making you spill your tea, un." He said quietly with a smile.
Itachi sighed. "It's fine Dei-Chan. It's cleaned up now… No harm done." He said simply.
The bomb artist smiled again and closed the door and walked away.
"I thought you said he wouldn't find you here." Kisame said as he looked at his partner.
"It bought me several moments…" The Uchiha muttered as he looked at the door where the man who was so hurt that he didn't even know it himself had just been.
Deidara walked happily through the halls, saying hello to everyone that he passed, which was only Hidan. Although he wasn't telling anyone, or even showing it, he was slowly coming to see that truth which he hated.
Slowly he was coming to see that Sasori was dead. He understood it, but he didn't want to believe it. That was the only thing that kept him from breaking. The thought that Sasori could still be alive. He walked into his room and closed the door. He sat on his bed and pulled his knees up to his chest.
The only thing he could find himself doing was staring at the far wall. His face was emotionless and his eyes glazed over. "Sasori-danna…" He whispered. He felt tears burring at his eyes.
"No, no, no… What am I thinking, un?" He asked himself out loud. "I told him I would die without him, un… And that would be just like him wishing me dead…" Deidara assured himself. He buried his face in his knees. "And he told me he would kill me if I died." He said. He choked out a chuckle. "And you can't kill what's dead, un. Especially if you're dead." He said as he lifted his head again. A single tear escaped his eye right eye.
The bomb artist quickly brushed it away. "And even if he was dead, he would still make fun of me when I cried, un. That way he knew he could make me laugh…" he said quietly with a smile. The images of all of the memories he shared with a puppet returned to his head. All of the times they spent laughing, all of the missions they went on, all of the arguments they had over what art was.
Thinking about those arguments hurt him now. He felt a pain run through his heart. "I guess we were both wrong, un… If he really is dead, he isn't lasting forever… And he was a true piece of art…" he said quietly as he continued to stare at the far wall. "And he didn't explode… I think…" he said, realizing that he hadn't bothered to ask anyone how Sasori had died. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know either. After all, part of him still wanted to think that Sasori was alive.
He laid down on his side. He was mentally exhausted. It seems that building up a wall to drown out his pain seemed to take a toll on him. He was physically awake, but he wouldn't have responded to anyone if they were to try to speak to him.
And nobody tried to. They were all leaving him alone. They didn't want to deal with him. They were all sick of him thinking Sasori was alive. Nobody had the patience for him, and most everyone was begging Leader-sama to send them on missions. There were only going to be two people left to deal with Deidara the next day.
Surprisingly, Itachi had convinced Kisame that they should stay and make sure Deidara didn't suddenly realize fully that Sasori was dead and blow himself up. Even Leader-sama himself had found an excuse to leave for a few days. And Deidara was glad. He felt closer to Itachi then he had in a long time.
The main reason being Itachi was the only one who seemed to act like he truly cared. And it was obvious that the only reason Itachi had begged Kisame to stay with him, was because he needed someone to keep him from trying to kill Deidara when he was annoyed with the blonde.
Likey? Well review. Because reviews make me happy. And a happy author is a good author. So, yeah! And… Oh yeah! I'm surprised because no one seemed to pick up on… MY MAD FORESHADOWING SKILLZ! XD