Holding her close against his chest, Deidara could barely feel her heartbeat, though it was faint and slow-too slow.
His hair,cloak, everything. His wounds were nothing compared to hers. The little beep who had done this to her, her supposed friend stared at what he had done. It was his fault.
Her eyes were closed. Was this actually Deidara's fault? He loved her didn't he? He should have protected her. Even as he thought it, he knew it had been impossible. The Kyuubi boy had gone wild, he got hurt to.
But not as horrible as her.
The heartbeat…her heartbeat…it was gone. She was dead. Him.
Kill him. She was always thinking about the jerk. Instead of being calm, he went and killed her when he found out…
Dead. The bomb had been ready the moment he was sure she would die. Both him and the Jinchuriki would die.
Suicide. With the life he had led he was going to hell anyway. So why not sooner?
The boy was crying-no sobbing. Begging for her to forgive him. But obviously it was too late for that.
Kissing the soft bloody pink and red hair, he let the bomb go off.
A/n
Sorry for taking so long. I really should be writing the next chapter of Blackmail, but I really have no idea where I'm going with it right now.
With this, Naruto was supposed to have figured out about Deidara's and Sakura's relationship. Then he went all demon mode and killed her, and just killed Deidara.. I hope this made sense because I wrote it in about 10 minutes.
Plz r+r!!