"He hurt himself ..."
Deidara looked at the wall and winced. Had Sasori wanted to get away that bad?
Deidara stared at his reflection once again. It had become a habit of his. To keep looking until something changed. Anything would be fine. But so far the only thing that looked any different was his hair and arm. What took place a few minutes ago was horrible. Sasori had been pissed and even hit him. He really didn't want to talk at all. After Sasori walked off, Deidara had to disappear in his own room to keep himself from chasing down the love of his life and getting killed. "Sasori wouldn't even listen to me, un ..." Deidara focused on the mirror as his blue eyes watered over and distorted his image. He knew it was too early but he had already given up. If Sasori wouldn't listen and he couldn't make him then what could he do? Deidara ran the tub water taking in sharp gasps as his breathing quickened as his crying worsened in five minutes.
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Sakura buried her face in her hands as she sat on the porch waiting for the other's to come back to the base which she knew wouldn't be for about a month or two. Still, she decided to wait for the day. The members were out doing an important that neither Deidara or Sasori was in the condition to complete and Sakura would have gone but her partner was Sasori and she had to stay and aid him until he was completely better. Unlike Sasori she couldn't help Deidara. The wind blew through her pink hair and she sighed enjoying the breeze while the sun warmed her skin.
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Sasori busied himself with his puppets perfecting all the kinks and supplies in his works of art. As hard as he tried after more than a few minutes he found it too difficult to focus properly and it was beginning to agitate him to no end. Sasori placed his poison jar on a desk next to him and closed his eyes laying back on this bed replaying todays events in his mind. Maybe he could have handled their run in better than he had about an hour ago. Sasori let his right arm swing lazily off the edge of the bed and turned to that side. Nothing felt okay anymore. "I could have listened" Sasori frowned. "But he left me. He didn't listen ... I know I told him to run but he left me. I didn't want him to get hurt but he let me get hurt ... It was his fault anyway." Sasori let out a frustrated sigh and sat up. Inside he felt utterly guilty. He couldn't believe he had actually hit the blonde for apologizing. All that time he took composing what he would say to Deidara next time they talked went down the drain. Sasori stared at the door and felt in his heart like he should at least check to see if the brat was okay after he blew him in the stomach. Sasori nodded his head and jumped off the bed.
Deidara stripped down to his boxers stepping in the tub letting the hot water overflow. The blonde slowly gripped the blade he always kept by the tub in case of an enemy attack and ran it across his wrist letting a red liquid flow on tiles as he rested his hand on the floor. Still crying he let his head slump to the side and listened as someone knocked at the door to his bedroom. Deidara tuned out the sounds. He was going to die anyway.
Sasori rolled his eyes and knocked again. "Damn brat needs to get out of the bathroom." He knocked louder and waited. Fifteen minutes had passed and the blonde still hadn't said a word of invitation or answered. Sasori heard the water still running and began to worry. "Deidara ... Deidara!" Sasori tried the door and opened it running in, tripping over clothes and banged on the bathroom door. "Deidara! Open up!"
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Deidara laid limply in the tub.
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Sasori's eyes widened and his heart raced as he began to feel sick. He knew something was wrong. "Deidara God open up!" He banged louder until he felt the hinges loosen and gave another hard punch sending it down and broken into sections. "Deidara!" Sasori's eyes expanded and his chest heaved seeing the clay master's blood feed into the tiles. "C'mon ... move ... move ..." Sasori struggled to move from where he stood frozen in his tracks. "Move! Sasori" The red head took a step and ran up to the blonde dragging him out the tub and onto the floor. "Sakura!! Help!" Sasori shouted and held the limp blonde in his arms. "Deidara ... stay with me ... every thing's fine don't go." Sasori cried into the blonde's neck struggling for air. "Deidara!" "This isn't happening." Sasori jumped when he felt frantic hands grab the blonde's wrist and emit chakra.
Sakura glanced back at Sasori when she heard staggered breathing to her right. "Sasori, breathe!"
Sasori couldn't breathe no matter how hard he tried the oxygen wouldn't fill his lungs carbon only left as he cried and coughed.
"You're going to hyperventilate!" Sakura tried to finish healing the laceration while listening out for a change in the red head's breathing patterns at the same time. "Hang in the Deidara ... Sasori ... he's going to be okay ... try to breathe."
Sasori did as he was told and studied his shaky hands and legs as he sat on the floor taking in quick gasps.
Sakura wiped sweat off her brow and gathered all the strength she had to lift the blonde up off the floor and stood to her feet. "Sasori, stay where you are. Don't move." Sakura felt herself panic too and she had trouble keeping her cool but she had to if she wanted to be of any use. Sakura walked out the bathroom and laid Deidara on his bed drying off his body, wrapping the wound for additional pressure and took in a speedy breath before she pulled the covers over his unconscious body. "Had those scars always been there?" Sakura stared heavily at the scarred markings on his arm. "Deidara couldn't have possibly ... no." Sakura shook her thoughts away and hurried back into the room.
"Sasori ..." She watched as Sasori sat on the floor pale and worried looking at the tub where he had found Deidara. "Sasori ..." She shook the red head's shoulder.
Sasori gazed up at her with confused and frightened eyes.
"He's okay ..." Sakura let him know softly and pulled him in for a hug.
The Suna-nin cupped his hands over his mouth refusing to cry or say anything blinking his red puffy eyes.
"It's okay ... You can cry. Sasori, cry." And Sakura held her partner as he cried and cried and cried until nothing was left.
TBC