A/N: Hullo! Got bored, was sad, wrote this. :D
Prompt: Cutting
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Deidara looked at the red gashes on Sasori's arm. He hadn't meant to do that, the blonde was sure. The sharp knife must've just slipped from Sasori's grasp and happened to cut his arm multiple times in perfect, horizontal lines, right?
Of course. Why would the redhead cut himself on purpose? It just wasn't logical. He had everything that he needed and showed no signs of depression . . . that Deidara could notice, at least.
With that thought, Deidara looked at Sasori and for the first time noticed the black circles under his eyes, the sickly pale look of his skin, the abnormal mess of bloody red that barely passed as his hair, and the aura of sadness that radiated from him.
'Maybe my love just isn't enough to keep him going,' was Deidara's last thought before he contemplated bringing that blade down on his own skin.
A/N: So . . . yeah. D: