AN: Because I needed to. It had to be finished sometime, after all.
It's always pointless to try and hold on to things. Why even try when they just leave or fade away with time?
Heh, time. It isn't destiny that's a bitch. It's time.
Always continuing no matter how much it feels like it should end. And you're always waiting for it to go on when it just slows down.
I love my art. It's so simple. It isn't complex or hard to figure out. The beauty of a single moment … so fleeting yet powerful that it leaves a powerful impression on those lucky enough to see it in their minds forever … True art is fleeting.
Just like life.
And now that you're gone … I wish it wasn't. I wish art was eternal. Because then I wouldn't be feeling any of this pain.
You're a fucking bastard, Sasori no danna. How could you just give up when you were strong enough to last forever? Were you afraid that I wouldn't? Did you think I wouldn't try for you the way you did for me?
I don't know what you think now. I never will because you're gone … One second you were here, lashing out at me like always, and I thought you'd be okay. I really believed you'd forgotten how tired you were with life … with everything. I thought you'd be here when I got back and call me a brat just like always.
I thought I could depend on you just as partners should.
But you're gone and now …
And I have a new partner.
He's such a fucking idiot, and I want to hate him. Fuck, how much I want to hate the annoying bastard. Is this how you felt the first time you met me? You wanted to kill me at the soonest opportunity, just to escape the headache caused by someone new?
What kind of name is Tobi, anyway? It sounds so childish … Just like him.
What the hell was Leader-sama thinking when he paired me up with this idiot? How did he even get into the Akatsuki when this isn't a place for people like him? But … sometimes I think there's something more to him.
There's no way someone can be this stupid and survive.
Sasori … why did you have to leave? Why now?
Sitting here beside you, seeing that smile on your face as you're locked in a fatal embrace by the puppets of your parents … I can only wonder what your last thoughts were to make you look so happy and peaceful.
Were you thinking of me as you died? Were you thinking of how you could finally rest in peace?
You're such a mystery, Sasori no danna … One that will always remain unsolved.
I guess it's best that way. Just … take care wherever you are, you bastard. I'll make sure people will remember you … because you'll never be fleeting. Not to me.
Sasori, you'll always be true art. I promise.
Goodbye.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns all.
