After I had successfully led Naruto and Kakashi away so Sasori could fight that old hag Chiyo and that little pink-haired brat Sakura, I went back to the cave where Sasori was fighting them. It was eerily quiet. then, I saw Sakura and Chiyo walk out of the cave. My eyes widened with horror. Did that mean Sasori... was dead? After I was sure they had gone, I rushed inside the cave. There was destruction everywhere. Fallen puppets, shuriken, and kunai littered the ground. Then I saw his body. His true puppet form was pinned up against the stone wall, knives sticking out of his chest. "No..." I whispered, "Not Sasori! WHY?" I crumpled to the ground, sobbing, and clutched his cold hand. Sasori was... dead? No. it couldn't be. But his body was right there, so he was dead. I cried harder. Sasori was... my true friend in this world. My only friend. Sure, we argued a lot about what art should be, but all in all, he was a great person. We were both artists, and we understood art, even though we had different opinions. I was sure Sasori had gone to heaven. And I was all alone. I turned my head to the blue sky, my face wet with tears. "Why, God? Why? Why Sasori?" I shouted, "I'm alone now! You took Sasori! WHY?" I shook my fist up at the sky. I wonder if Sasori can hear me, I thought, I wonder if he's looking down at me. Whether he's looking out for me. "Goodbye, Deidara. I'm sorry I had to leave you." Someone behind me said. I spun around. "Who said that?" I demanded, kunai in both hands. I looked into the face of a person. A young boy with red hair, a black cloak with red clouds, and great white feathery angel wings stood in front of me. "Sa-Sasori no Danna," I choked. The angel smiled sadly at me and said "Goodbye, Deidara. I will always be with you, no matter what. I promise." Then he unfurled his wings and took off, flying up towards the sky. I was stunned. Sasori had… visited me? How? He was in heaven? An angel? I buried my face into my hands and started to cry again. "Sasori-Sama... Don't leave me!" But he already had. I looked up at the sky, and saw a faint red twinkle in the distance. A cool breeze ruffled my hair. I smiled through my tears. He was looking over me.