Hello lovelies! Sorry for disappearing for a little while. I've been so busy lately on top of getting over a sickness that won't go away, but I'm really hoping I can get this thing finished before the month is over! Listening to "Yours again" by Red has inspired me to write more of this~ ...and another fic, but I'll post that later. X3

Enjoy~

Baby blue eyes fluttered open, a hiss passing his dry lips as a throbbing pain flowed throughout his exhausted body. He blinked a few times, sitting up slowly so as to try not to hurt himself more than he already was. Where was he? And why was he in so much pain?

Deidara glanced around the familiar room, recognizing it as Hidan's bedroom in his cabin. Well that answers where he was, but he still didn't know why he felt as though he'd been hit by a fucking train.

He furrowed his brows in thought as to why he might be experiencing so much pain. He didn't remember falling or getting hurt at all. The last thing he remembers was...walking. Walking through the streets last night. Wait...he wasn't walking; he was running! But why was he running? What was he running to or from? Or maybe he was running away from something or someone... Everything else was pretty much just a big blur.

He couldn't remember why he was running nor where or what he was running to or from. Man his head hurt like a bitch. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, trying not to think about it too much to save himself from a greater headache.

Clearing his throat, he opened his eyes and tried his voice. "H-Hida-chan..." Though it was raspy and quiet, he was sure the albino heard him.

Seconds later, said Jashinist was at the door, glancing curiously into the bedroom. "You finally awake, blondie?" He asked, walking over to the blonde and sitting down at the foot of his bed.

Deidara gave a weak nod, gazing curiously into the other male's magenta orbs. "What happened last night, un?"

Hidan paused for a moment before sucking his teeth and putting on a big grin, rolling his eyes playfully as he spoke. "You were goin' out to the store for some shit and ended up trippin' over some damn garbage can and bumping your head on a bench. Knocked you out cold. 'S probably why you don't remember anything." He lied, shoving the blonde lightly, careful not to hurt him. "I had to go out searchin' for your dumbass when you didn't come home. You had me worried sick, blondie!" He laughed, hoping the blonde would buy it.

And he did. Deidara nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling sheepishly at the albino. "Oopsies... Sorry, un." He chuckled lightly before sighing, placing both of his hands in his lap and staring blankly at them.

Hidan frowned softly at his friend, racking his brain for something that would make him feel better. Jashin told him his relationship with Deidara while he was still asleep. He told him that they had been best friends ever since Deidara moved into town. He took the blonde in when he had no where else to go.

He also told him all about Deidara's 'past' and the things the two had gone through together. Jashin had informed Hidan how crucial it was to keep Sasori away from Deidara. If his memories were to return, he would either be miserable because he now has to live with the pain the redhead had caused him or, what's worse and more likely to happen, he would go insane. The information clashing with the false memories of the blonde's life would cause him to break down and mentally destroy himself. He wouldn't be able to handle it, and with good reason. How would you feel if you found out your whole life was a lie and you were actually a fallen angel and you had your heart broken by a red headed demon you were still madly in love with even though you were suppose to hate him? Not to mention all of the emotional pain that came along with loving said demon on top of finding out about the past life.

It would be enough to land anyone in the mental hospital. Or even end their own life from all of the internal turmoil.

Hidan swore he wouldn't let that happen to Deidara. Not only did he owe the blonde his life, but he'd grown rather fond of the fallen angel. The time they've spent together has actually been quite enjoyable. He's blocked himself off from the rest of the world once his lover died and hasn't really grown close to anyone since then, but with Deidara, he feels like he has a bond with him. A true friendship.

It felt nice, he liked Deidara and with his connection with Kakuzu, he knows his lover does too. Which is why he was both enraged and perturbed by the whole thing. Pissed off and furious at Sasori for putting Deidara through his own personal hell and breaking his heart. Upset because Deidara lost the one thing he loved and knew; his life as he knew it. He wasn't born an angel, but rather he was reborn into one. He didn't remember nor care to know about his life before becoming an angel, but he enjoyed being a holy creature and all that came with it.

Now he didn't have that and it was all that damned redhead's fault. Just the thought of the bastard made his blood boil. He was pulled from his thoughts, however, by a soft sigh from the blonde beside him. Hidan looked up and saw the rather gloomy look on the ex-angel's face, thinking for a moment before putting on a grin and poking his forehead lightly. "Oi, blondie. You wanna go get somethin' to eat? You've been out for a while and haven't eaten nothin'."

Deidara raised his gaze to meet the albino's. Now that he thought about it, he was famished. And maybe some fresh air and a full stomach would lighten his mood. He gave a small smile and nodded. "Sure, yeah."

-One week later-

Sasori stared down at the dull town from atop a rather tall building. He stood on the roof, gazing down at the people and buildings littering the streets with dull, cold crimson eyes. His messy red hair ruffled in the cool breeze along with his leather jacket he was wearing, paying no mind to the dropping temperature as dark clouds drifted over the afternoon sun.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, unable to wipe his memory of a certain blonde. His mind was clouded of images of said male, his face, his body, his voice, his everything invaded his thoughts. His whole being was becoming more obsessed with the thoughts of his rival. Rival. That's all he was to the demon. Right?

Of course not. He was stupid to think that ridiculous thought would stick. No; Deidara was so much more to him than that. He always had been, even if it was just a little extra lust and interest in said blonde.

He'd come to terms that he loves Deidara. But he blew it. He managed to fuck everything up and it hurt knowing that the blonde would have to suffer for what he did to him. How could he possibly think that this was the better option? Sure he would've become a fallen angel anyways, but maybe, just maybe, they could've still been together.

But no. They were simply rivals once more. If even that. Hell, Deidara could've lost all memories of him and his previous life as an angel. That left them as being strangers to one another. Nothing more, nothing less.

The thought left the redhead feeling empty and shattered inside. He hated the thought that Deidara wouldn't remember him or his love for him. But he knew it was better for the blonde this way. He was a demon after all, he would've ended up hurting the boy one way or another.

But God damnit it hurts so bad. It hurts not being able to see his love ever again. Never to feel his touches or hear his voice. He'd give anything to have the blonde touch him with gentle hands, leaving soft caresses on his skin with those delicate hands he loved so much. To have him whisper his name and tell him he loved him. Hell, he'd give anything just to have the blonde try to kill him with those hands. To have him scream his name in utter rage and tell him he hated him with venom lacing his every word.

Anything. He didn't care if he saw Deidara with a scowl or loathing glare sent in his direction or loving baby blue eyes and a soft smile on his perfect lips. Anything. He just wanted to see him once more. It was driving him insane. The only thing he didn't want to see again was that face... The last face he'd seen his beloved have; anguish, rage, heartbreak all painfully etched in those perfect features.

It made his nonexistent heart ache painfully so in his chest. If he could just see Deidara one last time, a more peaceful happy expression, he'd feel more at ease. He didn't know if the ex-angel was okay or not. He didn't know if he remembered anything. Where he was. What he was doing. How he was doing. He didn't know if he was suffering or joyful. He was hoping the latter, but he didn't know and it was killing him slowly inside.

Everytime he saw a flash of blonde hair among the crowd of people below, his breathing hitched and he got a strange warming sensation all over his body. If he had a heart, it would be racing. But the feelings soon disappeared completely upon finding out it wasn't his beloved fallen angel.

He blinked twice once he felt something cold and wet land on the tip of his nose. His eyes drifted upwards, seeing the even darker clouds now beginning to weep little snow flurries. Another cold gust of wind ruffled his open leather jacket and brushed against the bare heated skin of his arms causing him to shiver as the cold air made contact.

Huffing at the drop in temperature he was now annoyingly aware of, he zipped up his jacket and stuffed his icy hands into its pockets in search for warmth. He took one last glance at the scurrying humans down below, all trying to warm themselves and find refuge from the cold, before rolling his slightly irritated ruby eyes and making his way to the stairs.

He shot everyone who spared him a glance a sharp glare as he wandered the streets. His razor sharp teeth bared as he snarled at the inconsiderate people who carelessly bumped into him. His short fuze was about to run out and he swore he would snap at the next person who so much as looked at him. Oh how he fucking hated humans. He cursed them all, every last damned one of them. They were a pathetic race and he would never like a single one of them. The only joy he got from the humans were when they were suffering.

While he was busy loathing the humans in his mind, one of them oh-so-kindly decided to ever so lightly brush his shoulder as they walked by. He stopped, his eyes narrowing dangerously and he let out an animalistic growl as he spun on his heel. Like hell he was going to put up with anymore bullshit from these filthy fucking humans any longer. He didn't care if it was accidental or not, he was going to have one hell of a fun time tearing this human apart.

He opened his mouth to curse the pathetic human who dared to so much as touch him before stopping dead in his tracks. His previous anger melting away as his eyes widened and his mouth hung open as he didn't believe what, or rather who, he was seeing. There, with their back to him walking in the opposite direction was a young, slim male of average height bundled in layers of jackets and sweaters to protect himself from the cold. His long golden hair reaching about mid back and his hips giving the slightest sway to them as he walked.

No way. That can't possibly be him...could it? There's no mistaking it. It was him. Suddenly his body grew very hot. His stomach was doing fucking acrobatics and he felt nauseous. His head was spinning out of control and his mouth suddenly became very, very dry. He opened and closed his mouth, much like a fish, trying to say something, anything to the retreating figure of the blonde.

After a few moments of hopeless struggling, he cleared his throat, licking his lips and calling out to the man but all that came out was a raspy whisper of. "...Deidara."

It was clear the ex-angel hadn't heard him for he kept walking, not even sparing the demon a single glance as he disappeared into a coffee shop down the street. Sasori's eyes followed his every step, frozen to his place on the sidewalk.

Deidara. That was definitely Deidara. His beloved fallen angel who he'd been so desperate to see was still here in the small town. But, seeing as how he didn't even look at him, he guessed that he had lost all of his memories after all. Good. The less pain for Deidara, the better.

He took a shaky breath, straightening himself out before giving the coffee shop a ghost of a smile. "Me paenitet, meus amor aeternus. Donec rursus convenerimus, Deidara." He whispered softly to himself, gazing longingly at the building before continuing his walking. Suddenly, he wasn't bothered by the cold or falling snow anymore, all thoughts were focused on the blonde and knowing he was alright. He would see him again. He wouldn't disrupt the blonde's new life too much or try to force any unwanted memories to resurface, but he would see his beloved once more even if he was nothing more than a stranger to him now.

I've actually had this mostly typed for a few days now, I've just been too busy to edit it or anything. Ah well, it's finished now. :3

For those of you wondering; 'Me paenitet, meus amor aeternus. Donec rursus convenerimus, Deidara.' roughly translates to; 'I am sorry, my eternal love. Until we meet again, Deidara.' Roughly...

Anywhoo~ I hope you all enjoyed! Don't forget to review and have a beautiful day~