A/N: A particular story [Sasodei: It Binds You to Me, But Not Me to You by Blood Drenched Scorpion] was my main source of inspiration for this chapter, along with some other great stories. Hopefully you'll enjoy!
It had been a week since Deidara had "failed his mission" and nobody was happy about it.
You couldn't really say anyone was upset either; the Akatsuki were trained not to show emotions. However, without having the annoying bomber around to make chaos, there were no more distractions.
Suddenly, life seemed very unpleasant for the Akatsuki members. Even Hidan stopped annoying everyone for awhile.
Sasori wanted to believe it was better off this way, but nothing was better now. Everything was just dull. But he had achieved his goal; the emotions that the bomber had stirred up had crawled back into their hiding places. His mission was a success.
Everything went back to how it was, before the blonde joined. Only Sasori was determined that this was a good thing.
As usual, the puppet master was working on his puppets diligently, this time with no interruptions. He mindlessly picked up the puppet, not even bothering to examine it, and worked on the broken joint. As he entered a trance-like state, he almost didn't hear the voice.
"How could you, Danna?"
The soft voice sliced through his wooden exterior like a blade; no, it was a blade. He heard the sharp, cutting sound of wood being sliced in half. He couldn't feel it, but he saw the arm, his arm, hit the floor with a dull thud. Only then did it click.
"Recognize me, hmm?"
No, he thought calmly. He had gotten rid of Deidara, he was just hallucinating. But why…?
Slice! Another arm fell off. He couldn't feel it, so how did he know if it was real or not?
A flash of silver caught his eye. Chop! This time it was his leg. He couldn't be hallucinating! He had no regrets! No fears!
"Turn around, Danna." I might as well see who's attacking me, he thought. Chop! The other leg fell. This can't be real, he reminded himself as he craned his head just the slightest-
Slash! That wasn't the blade. It was another impossible emotion; fear.
His favorite puppet, Sandaime, was holding a silver katana, staring at him with hollow, lifeless eyes. His long, wooden fingers stretched out anxiously, before his arm snapped out and grasped Sasori by the throat. His stoic eyes widened.
"This is impossible," he whispered, before getting thrown to the ground. The sword came flying down again in a burst of energy. Crash! His lower torso was literally chopped in half, disconnecting him from access to his stomach cable. He was helpless now.
That itself unnerved him, but what shocked him more was when a familiar face emerged from behind the puppet, letting it drop to the ground carelessly. The figure kicked away the debris, before crouching down to meet his master's eyes.
"Oh, but I'm very good at making the impossible happen, hmm."
It suddenly occurred to Sasori that this might be real. That the iced over eye piercing his own, glittering with malicious intent might be real. The cruel, sadistic grin that was carved on its owners face was just too real for him at the moment. It was all too real…
He had failed. Deidara was alive.
As if hearing his thoughts, the bomber laughed in his face; a heartless, humorless laugh that would've send chills through Sasori, had he'd been human. His eyes narrowed, still hiding any fears or doubts he might've had. Deidara stared back with one dilated blue eye, wordlessly chopping him to bits with his mind. Oh yes, Deidara was an open book now. He could see all the evil thoughts swirling around his head, all the twisted scenarios he's was forming. An open book with a story to tell; and he was going to be in it
"Of course I'm alive, Sasori. Do you think killing me would be that easy?" He smirked, before raising a hand and backhanded Sasori roughly. Slap! His head turned at an odd angle from the impact and some of the wood chipped off, exciting Deidara even more. "Always wanted to do that," he murmured to himself.
"It's a good thing you agreed to showing me your form, Danna," he continued. Sasori's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Otherwise I would have never used that replacement jutsu." The furious look on his master's face caused him to cackle in delight. "I never knew that a clay figurine could fool you, Sasori-Danna." He giggled madly, before settling into a more comfortable position so that he was straddling the puppet master…or what was left of him.
He teasingly traced the kanji on the puppet's heart with one slender figure, immediately turning Sasori's stone-hard face into a distressed one. The bomber's features softened a bit, his eyes going back to a soft aquamarine, and a thoughtful look crossed his face. For a fleeting moment, Sasori thought he would let him go.
"Do you know what you're mistake was, hmm?" Sasori glared at him. Of course he knew what his mistake was! He just told him. He decided not to answer, and immediately regretted his choice when the eye snapped open, blazing in fury, his lips twisting into a crooked smile. He saw something shiny being withdrawn from Deidara's cloak.
Hmph, I don't feel any pain, he thought, so I guess he's just trying to mess up my wooden-
Crunch! The vision in his right eye disappeared as the knife burrowed itself into the now empty eye socket. He couldn't contain a surprised gasp. No doubt some muddy brown liquid wad dribbling down his face. This just made Deidara's smile even broader.
"You shouldn't have tried getting rid of me. I would have been fine, Danna, pretending you didn't hate me. Pretending you loved me. I'd probably have been better off with my sick little fantasies. " Sasori opened his mouth to speak, but his wooden lips were quickly sliced apart by the powerful object, the powerful force of his partner's wrath.
"You." Riiip! "Just." Riiip! "Had." Riiip! "To." Riiip! "Kill." Riiip! "ME!"
The last word was a shout, and by now the flawless face the puppet constructed was chipped, torn apart, and…wet?
With his good eye, he noticed tears running down the sculptor's face, a sad, pained look in his eye, the smile now gone. He looked so pitiful at that moment, Sasori was willing to forgive him for ruining his perfect body, for ruining his life. Somehow, he was still able to speak.
"Deidara, you're a mistake. I had to get rid of you. But I'm willing to forgive you now." The distressed face molded into one of confusion. Then, pure joy. The sculptor burrowed his head into the wooden body, sobbing pathetically.
"I'm so sorry, Danna! Even after you gave me my death wish, letting me die in a blazing fire! B-but you made a mistake, so I figured I had to punish you!" Sasori sighed in relief, realizing Deidara wasn't going to kill him. He didn't even bother correcting Deidara. "A-and making you suffer slowly," The puppet rolled his eye. He hadn't suffered that much, just panicked a little. Relief flooded through him, overcoming him in a flood of emotion.
"I-I should have just ended it quickly!" That relief vanished.
Crunch!
The blonde-haired Akatsuki member wiped his teary eyes, getting off his victim to admire his work. Sasori's body lay there, one long katana protruding from his heart container, and a bunch of scars everywhere else. Deidara smirked triumphantly. It'll look even better when I blow it up, he told himself happily. He had found the perfect detonation spot, a couple miles away from the Akatsuki lair. After forming a dozen tiny clay scorpions, he let them crawl onto the pile of wood formerly known as Sasori.
"Don't worry Sasori, I'll see you again someday in the next life. Because no one stays dead forever, un." He laughed cockily, pressing a quick kiss onto his damaged lips. He started chuckling. "It's not like you and I would've worked out anyway. You'd probably try to turn me into a puppet, and I'd try to blow you up," He reassured the corpse, and himself. Yes, the sculptor was upset that'd he'd have to wait awhile to see his Danna again, but he was happy that he was the one taking his masters life.
"You should be lucky, you finally get to be art, un. And there are no mistakes in art." Stepping back, he chose a safe place to stand and witness what would be his greatest masterpiece. He formed the hand sign and paused for effect, a wide grin in place.
"Art is a bang, Danna!"
A/N: Gaaah, that failed. Please forgive me for my lack of creativity/writing skills.
I apologize to any Sasori fans reading this. I'm not trying to bash him or anything, it's my first time writing him. And Deidara, for that matter. But I think he turned out great; the perfect actor! This looked so much better in my head though…anyway, please R&R!