"It's okay ... You can cry. Sasori, cry." And Sakura held her partner as he cried and cried and cried until nothing was left.

Sasori looked at the time. It was already dark and Deidara was still fast asleep. Sasori had spent most of that time crying in the bathroom. After today's chain of events he reasoned with himself that maybe they did need to talk after all. But that definitely would not mean they would be getting together again. He loved the blonde but it wouldn't work. Not anymore. Sasori glanced over Deidara's slender frame, his cut locks splayed over the pillow, and pink lips parted slightly. He looked just like the angel that the Suna-nin fell in love with. Sasori shook his head. "No, he is the angel I fell in love with ..." Sasori felt something brush against his arm and snapped his head up noticing the blonde's shifting. "Deidara."

Deidara's eyes fluttered open and gazed up at the red head as best he could with sleepy eyes. "Am I dreaming, un? I thought I was dead, un ..."

"Deidara." Sasori repeated a little louder this time resting his hand on the blonde's forehead.

"Sasori danna's here, un. Maybe he ... no ... he didn't do it too ... unless..." Deidara gasped and jumped up taking the red head by surprise and tackling him to the floor. "Why did you do that, un!?" Deidara screamed and tried to land a series of punches to his face. "WHY, un?!"

Sasori gritted his teeth flying his hands up to his face. "What the hell?! ... Do what?! Deidara-" Sasori pinned the clay artist to the floor avoiding endless punches and kicks to various parts of his body. Deidara couldn't have been all the way there. "Get a grip!"

Deidara continued to struggle against the ex-puppet. He couldn't believe what he just did for him. "Why did you save me, un?!"

Sasori stared. "Because brat!"

"You hate me, un!"

"No I ..."

"Then why are you treating me like this, un? You won't even listen to me, un!"

"I'm ... Deidara listen ..."

"You left me, un! You left me by myself, un!" Deidara tried to break the red head's hold and leave the room.

Sasori held on tighter and clenched his teeth. "I'm sorry Deidara, okay? Quit struggling!"

Deidara immediately stopped and looked into Sasori's ash eyes.

"I-I didn't mean to leave you ... Dei I just ... I didn't know what else to do ..."

"Sasori ..." Deidara stood up when Sasori rolled off and led them both to the bed. Deidara watched Sasori fidget and waited patiently. "...Didn't know what else to do about what, un?"

Sasori glared and looked away. "I'm not ready to talk about it."

"I'll wait, un." Deidara whispered in the puppet artist's ear.

"You scared me Dei."

Now it was Deidara's turn to look away.

"When you ..." Sasori couldn't finish correctly. "When you ... tried to let yourself go." He ran a finger over the blonde's short hair and then let his eyes roam over his body.

"Shit, un." Deidara put his arm behind his back.

Sasori gave him a look and reached behind Deidara only to have his hand smacked away. "Let me see brat."

"No, un."

Sasori reached again. "What ... are you hiding?"

By now Sasori was leaning over the blonde.

Deidara yelped and threw a pillow over his arm to hide the cuts. "It's nothing, un!"

The red head became irritated. "If it's nothing then let me see it."

"No, un!"

Sasori quickly snatched the blonde's arm and tried to look it over as Deidara jerked and shook to free it. "Sasori danna, un! Cut it out, un!" Sasori took his free unoccupied hand and pressed it against Deidara's upper arm in order to still his movement and with concentrated eyes he slowly rotated the blonde's arm. Sasori's eyes widened. "Deidara, what did you do to yourself?!" Sasori scanned over the ugly purple scars. They were thick, some were healed and some weren't, they went horizontally across his perfect skin and darkened around the outside. He could tell they were pretty new. "Deidara, answer me now! Why did you do that?!"

Deidara failed in getting his arm away as Sasori pulled it closer to him. "I don't wanna talk about that, un."

Sasori tilted the blonde's chin down. "Look at this."

Deidara closed his eyes.

"Look , Dei." Sasori created his chakra strings and opened the blue eyes.

"Danna ..." Deidara's eyes flooded and his bottom lip bled as he bit it. "Sasori danna, un ..."

"Tell me about this."

"..."

"Deidara."

Deidara sucked in a deep breath and prepared his explanation. He knew he wouldn't leave him alone unless he told him. "It made me feel better and ... I thought that by doing this I would be different ... and you would like me."

Sasori let his lips part slightly as he felt a sudden pang in his chest. Had he been that bad? "Deidara ... listen to me." When he was sure he had the blonde's full attention he began to speak. "I don't want you to be any different. This ..." He ran a hand over the scars. "Is not it. This isn't how you handle things."

Deidara felt a pair of lips connect with his and kiss away the tears. His heart kept beating faster and faster like it was going to explode. Sasori was really kissing him again. But this kiss was different, more tentative. He pulled away and looked into focused eyes. "I don't know what happened to you when I left but ... will you talk to me about it later, un?"

Sasori nodded his head and drew their lips together once again. He would tell when he was ready. It had been so long since they've kissed and felt each other. It almost made it seem like nothing happened. "Every thing's going to be okay Deidara."

Deidara sighed as Sasori played with his bandaged wrist and the blonde nuzzled his neck only partially ignoring the bruises that made themselves present when he lowered the turtleneck. He wouldn't ask about them yet since he was sure he would find out when Sasori decided to tell him.

Sasori pulled away from the blonde and hopped to his feet. It was time for him to go to bed and Deidara seemed okay. Just as he was about to leave Deidara pulled him back.

"Does this mean you love me, un?"

Sasori rolled his eyes. "Yeah ... isn't that what it's supposed to mean?"

Deidara blushed. "G'night..."

Sasori gave him an expectant stare.

"un ..." It didn't register at all.

"Give me your holster."

Deidara sputtered. "W-Wh-What why, un?"

"Give it to me." When Sasori received said item from the blonde he looked in it and held out his hand again. "Everything, except for explosive tags and clay."

Deidara went around the room and gathered every weapon he possessed giving it all to the puppet master.

"Thanks. And Deidara ..." Sasori checked out the blonde. "You might want to put some clothes on."

Deidara looked down and blushed as his towel slipped pulling it back up. "Yeah, un."

"I'm leaving now."

"Okay, un."

"See you later" Sasori paused "... in the morning."

"Of course, un."

Deidara pressed their lips together one more time savoring the familiar taste that was only Sasori's.

"Good night ... Deidara."

"Night ..." He breathed into their mouths and then broke apart watching as Sasori stepped away and left out the door. Deidara cracked a barely noticeable smile and touched the spot where a pair his lips had met Sasori's The warmth, and softness was still there and nothing had changed.

Tired, Deidara walked to his dresser and threw on some boxers and a shirt before retiring and turning off the light. He had really stayed with him the entire time he was unconscious instead of leaving or letting him die. Deidara felt his eyes become heavy with sleep. He would have to thank Sakura in the morning for saving him and Sasori for staying with him. Slowly but surely things were getting better. He could only hope that this wasn't a dream.

TBC

Yay I added fluff. See another update just like I told you I would. I tried to give you guys a break from the angst so I hope I did a good job with lightening the mood somewhat but not too much. Chapter 8 will be up soon. X3 THANK YOU ALL FOR THE REVIEWS! XD