Sasori took in a shaky breath and combed his fingers through his hair. "Deidara"
"Sasori, un."
Sasori growled tugging at the end of his sleeve and took a step back.
Deidara took a step forwards. "Sasori ..." Deidara felt terrible as Sasori backed up into a wall glaring at the blonde.
Sasori snarled. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from me, brat?!" The red head made to leave around the corner to his room but Deidara quickly grabbed on to his wrist.
He knew Sasori would probably haul off and kill him but it was a chance he had to take if he wanted Sasori to stay and talk this out. "I'm sorry for what happened to you danna, un!"
Sasori's heart momentarily stopped remembering how he stayed in the shower for hours last night in failed attempts trying to rinse the feeling off. The nightmares wouldn't go away either. He shook his wrist wildly trying to jerk out of his steely grip. Since when did the blonde get so strong? "I'm not going to listen." "Brat, I told you I'm not mad at you so let me go before I kill you!" The blonde didn't even love him enough to stay out of his way like he asked. He wasn't ready to talk about it. He just wanted Deidara to leave his life and continue on in the Akatsuki like nothing happened. "Stay away from me!" As if they never knew each other. "And quit calling me Danna!" "I don't deserve to be your danna. You don't deserve to be my Dei."
Deidara tightened his hold and Sakura ran up to knock some sense in the red head through his tantrum. Deidara looked down at his ex-lover's wrist. It'd been a while since he'd touched the S-rank criminal. Before his skin felt cold, tough, and lifeless but it still had a warmth simply because it belonged to the artist and now it was warm and soft and he could feel his pulse pacing rapidly in his wrist. That's what gave him away, he was scared and Deidara's heart went out to him but he couldn't let the red head go this easily. Either Sasori was going to willingly sit and listen or he was going to make him. One way or the other this talk was going to happen. Deidara doubled over onto the floor and looked up to Sasori and Sakura. Sasori had kicked him in the stomach and Sakura was holding the boy back. Deidara's teeth clenched as he took in sharp breaths trying to regulate his now injured breathing.
"I told you to stay away ..." He whispered and threw his lover off his back with his chakra strings then focused his attention to her. "Bitch. Since when did I give you permission to hold me down? You were supposed to be with me remember? Why are you on Deidara's side?"
Sakura rubbed the back of her head and stood up. "Sasori ..."
The puppeteer walked away and a few seconds later they could hear a door slamming.
Deidara stared into the vacant hall and back to Sakura who was busy studying the dented wall from Sasori's fit.
"He hurt himself ..."
Deidara looked at the wall and winced. Had Sasori wanted to get away that bad?
TBC