Hello people! I'm back again, I can't stop writting, it's getting so interesting. (Especially what's gonna happen a little later in the story...but I'm not saying anything...)

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A Few Days Later- The Day of Nagato's Arrival

Deidara kicked open the front door, as he usually did, and stepped inside, closing the door behind him He could hear Midori cooking as he walked by the kitchen. He also heard a deep chuckle. But...that wasn't Midori's voice...

...it was Nagato's.

Deidara quickly turned around and made to get out of the house as fast as he could. He would go to Sasori's house. But he had to get out. Now.

"Where are you going?"

Deidara froze, his hand inches from the doorknob of the front door. "Damn..." he whispered, slowly turning around.

He looked up and came face-to-face with Nagato's deep blue eyes. Deidara quickly looked away.

"I asked you something," Nagato said threatningly. His voice was quiet. Deidara knew he didn't want Midori to hear.

"O-out, hm," Deidara answered quietly, not looking at his father.

"Out?" Nagato repeated. "Out where?"

"Sasori's house..."

Nagato gave a small laugh. "Why? Can't stand to be without your boyfriend...?"

Deidara swallowed. "I just...was going-"

Nagato grabbed Deidara's arm and pulled him up so that he whispered into Deidara's ear. "You'd best watch how you're behaving...I'm not putting up with any of your shit..."

Deidara nodded quickly. "Y-yes sir...hm..."

Deidara's arm was realeased and he walked back, massaging the spot where Nagato had gripped his arm so tightly. He looked up at his father for a few seconds and then back down at the floor. He sighed softly, glad nothing else had come of the conversation.

"Wait a minute..."

Deidara looked up. What now?

"Are you...high?" Nagato asked menacingly, staring right into Deidara's eyes. Deidara blinked and looked down again.

"No," he lied.

"Heh..." Nagato laughed softly. "You're a fucking mess, Deidara..."

Deidara's eyes widened. Nagato hadn't called him by his name in years.

"Now leave," the older man said. "And come back sober..."

Deidara reached for the doorknob and opened the door.

"...or don't come back at all..."

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Deidara walked down the street, not really paying attention to where he was going. He had gone to Sasori's house so many times that he automatically knew the way.

Passerbys turned back and stared at Deidara, they always did. Their faces showed surprise and confusion. Deidara ignored them and kept on walking.

"There he is, that's him!"

Deidara stopped and lifted his head. He looked around. Where they talking about him?

Suddenly, someone grabbed Deidara and pulled him into an alley without anybody noticing. He was thrown down onto the floor. Deidara looked up and saw two guys standing above him. They were at least twice as thick as him and a foot taller. The taller one of the two was dark-haired and had black eyes. The shorter one had brown hair and hazel eyes.

A fist collided with Deidara's stomach and he swayed on the spot, trying to regain his balance and breath. Deidara looked up and aimed his fist and the shorter of the two strangers, who was the nearest to him. His fist was stopped by the other's hand. Next thing Deidara knew, he was thrown back against a brick wall.

All of Deidara's weight was thrown on his right arm as he hit the brick wall-

Crack!

Deidara's scream of pain was muffled by the taller of the two guys who threw Deidara back. His back hit a brick wall, but all he could worry about was his broken arm. Suddenly, something hit Deidara in the stomach but he never found out what it was. His forehead hit something hard as he crashed to the ground.

Deidara tried to get up but he fell back down, his arm and head hurt unlike anything he had ever felt before. Deidara closed his eyes and screwed up his face. He felt dizzy.

"Pein was right..." said the brown-haired person.

"Heh..." the black-haired person laughed.

They quickly left. Deidara was still on the floor. He wasn't moving...

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CRASH! CRASH!

Deidara's eyes flickered open. He groaned softly and sat up.

'What happened?' he thought. Deidara looked around, it was already dark. He couldn't remember where he was anyway.

Deidara leaned against the brick wall behind him and sat there for a long time. About twenty minutes later, he saw an ambulance and some police cars rush by. Deidara got to his feet slowly, his broken arm swinging uselessly beside him. He had a bad feeling about this, like something wasn't right.

Deidara walked out onto the sidewalk and began to walk in the direction that the ambulance and police cars had gone. He could see flashing lights from where he was.

He finally made it.

What. The. Fuck?!

Deidara stopped. He could see a car. It was midnight blue, it seemed oddly familiar. It was harder to tell because the front window was smashed completely and so was the car.

It was Konan's car!

Deidara felt fear flood him. He stepped closer and saw another car. It was more damaged than Konan's. Deidara almost passed out.

It was Sasori's car.

'This cannot be happening...' Deidara thought. He ran over to where the police men were standing.

"What happened?!" he asked frantically.

One of the police men turned around. "Th-What the hell happened to you, kid?!"

But Deidara wasn't worried about that. He was worried at what was behind the officer. It was a body, covered by a white sheet and in a puddle of blood.

'Please don't let it be Sasori...'

Ignoring the officer's questions, Deidara edged forward and felt as though his heart had stopped. Red hair was poking out from under the white sheet. For a split second Deidara had hoped that Konan might have died her hair red or something but he turned around and saw her being carried into the ambulance. She was alive.

Sasori wasn't.

Deidara pushed people aside and rushed to Sasori's side. He picked him up in his left arm and the sheet slipped off. Sasori's neck and part of his face was covered in blood. His eyes were closed and he was limp. Tears clouded Deidara's vision. The police men tried to get Deidara off of Sasori but he wouldn't let them.

Deidara could smell beer on Sasori.

"You idiot! You idiot! You were drunk!" Deidara screamed. "You're such an idiot! IDIOT!!"

He was still trying to fight off the officers. He wouldn't let go of Sasori.

Deidara's face was wet with tears and blood from both himself and Sasori. His pants and shirt were soaked with the red-head's blood too.

'This isn't real, it's not real. IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!' Deidara thought desperately.

The officers finally managed to pry Deidara off Sasori and dragged him away.

"What happened to you?" one of the men asked, sitting Deidara down in the ambulance next to Konan, who was unconscious.

"I-I got...got beat up, hm..." Deidara answered. "I-I think..."

The man looked at Deidara weirdly before asking one of the paramedics to help Deidara.

Deidara was barely aware of his surroundings. He kept staring at the spot where Sasori's body had been laying earlier. They had already taken it away.

He couldn't believe this was happening.

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Deidara thought about going home but he didn't need any crap from his dad at the moment. He headed for Midori's house instead. He sometimes slept there, Midori had told him he was welcome there any time he was too far away to walk home. She didn't mind. Besides, she sometimes slept there instead of at Deidara's house.

He opened the door and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him. It was then that he broke down and began to cry again. He felt stupid for it but he couldn't help it.

Deidara felt like the world had ended but everything seemed fine. He knew that somewhere a family was enjoying dinner, or someone was out having fun. The world was exactly the same, it hadn't changed. So...why did Deidara feel like it had ended?

He felt empty. He sat on the floor and looked around. The house was empty, but it didn't feel like it. He heard the door to the backyard slide open and close. Deidara quieted down, suddenly afraid.

It was Midori. But what was she doing here?

Oh wait...it was her house.

"Deidara?" Midori said. "What's wrong? He-What happened to you?!"

Deidara didn't answer. He winced as he stood up and accidentaly bumped his broken arm against the door. Midori walked over to him and led him to the couch.

They both sat down. "What's wrong?" Midori asked again.

"S-Sa...sasori..." Deidara stammered.

"What happened? Did you guys break up or something?" Midori asked.

Deidara shook his head.

"Then?"

"He-he's...Sasori is d-d..." Deidara couldn't say it, but Midori understood. Her eyes filled with tears. She didn't know why though.

"It's ok," Midori said, her voice cracking. She wanted to hug Deidara and let him know she was there for him, but she wasn't sure he would allow it, so she held his hand instead.

Deidara cried. He didn't know if he'd ever stop. Or if he could ever stop.

Sasori was dead.

And he wasn't coming back.

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OMG...I was actually crying when I wrote this I swear! How terrible, I want to hug Deidara so badly I'm gonna die holy crap!! Well, R&R please!! Thanks!