Deidara Pauses for a moment.
Good, Sasori is still Following him.
He slips the remainder of his clay into his pocket.
He was going to count on Sasori for this, since he is not so Good at stealth,
but Sasori just seems to want to Follow, not lead.
That's fine with him.
He can do this on his own.
Three rooms to pass... Hidan's, Kisame's, Itachi's...
Itachi.
Deidara frowns at Itachi's old door.
He shakes his head. There's too much death around here.
Sasori slinks up to him, and Deidara swallows back his feelings.
That's why we're leaving, he tells himself.
Itachi is why.
They move around the corner... past Hidan and Kisame's rooms.
Just the kitchen left. Step lightly.
Deidara looks up when he sees that the light in the kitchen is on.
He turns around, placing his hands on Sasori's chest,
and opens his mouth to whisper.
"Deidara. Sasori. You can come into the kitchen now, if you'd like."
Deidara freezes. It's Pein.
His hands start to dig into his pockets for clay, but Sasori grabs his hand.
He pouts. Sasori pulls him into the kitchen, where he can see Pein and Kisame at the table.
Pein kicks out two chairs, then motions to them.
Deidara sits, but only because he knows he is caught.
Sasori sits, because he knows he has been saved. By his Family.
There is silence.
Deidara watches as Pein sips what he thinks to be tea.
Silence. He should blow the place up, that would show them silence.
It's too quiet. Someone speak!
Pein flashes his eyes around the table.
"How are you coping, Deidara."
Deidara wants to say fine. Fine, fine, perfectly alright, can I go now, sir,
but he doesn't. He collapses into tears, again,
and into Sasori's arms.
Sasori strokes his hair.
"He's doing fine,"
he tells Pein. Pein hums in response.
Sasori slowly slips the backpack off of Deidara's shoulders and lays it on the floor.
Deidara pushes himself off of Sasori.
He brushes his bangs into his eyes and stares down at the table.
Pein pushes his chair back from the table to set his glass on the counter.
Silence.
Pein starts to talk with his back still turned.
"You know. If you ever need to talk, we're there for you."
Deidara feels a hand on his back and hears a sniffle from Kisame's direction.
"Don't w-worry. W-we got your b-back, Deidara."
Sasori loves them.
Sasori loves them all.
His Deidara. His Family.
His best friends.
Sasori Feels Deidara slipping his hand into his.
He would love to ravish Deidara right there, but his pride won't let him make such a scene.
Deidara yawns.
"Go to bed, Dei, I'll be right there."
Deidara nods and gets up sleepily from the table, bringing the backpack with him.
Sasori shoots him a look that he returns.
He turns to look at Pein and Kisame.
"Thanks, guys."
"No prob, 'Sori."
Pein looks at Deidara's retreating form.
Sasori shakes his head.
"We won't have any more problems, Leader."
He nods.
Sasori looks around, then stands up.
"Night, guys."
He trudges down the hall to his room.
He finds Deidara laying with his face in the pillows.
Sasori slips in beside him.
Deidara groans.
"You have so many people you can turn to,"
he says. "I only have you, un."
Sasori pulls the sheet up to his lover's shoulders.
"It's called my Family, Dei. You're part of it."
He kisses Deidara's cheek.
Deidara blushes.
"We'll be together for a long time, Dei. We'll make all the right choices."
"We will," Deidara mumbles.
Sasori hugs Deidara close to him.
"Good, then."
Sasori and Deidara sleep facing each other,
Sasori loosely holding the other's hand.
They dream of all the choices they've yet to make.
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