Angst, T, ninjaverse. The deeper meaning behind our art
Sasori had been the one to find him once they got separated during the fight. Deidara had laughed when he told him that taking on so many shinobi would be easy.
But as Sasori kneeled down and looked at the blonde's half-lidded eyes he knew that Deidara's death was inevitable, with all of his reckless actions, not caring if he died or not.
Sasori pulled the sword out from Deidara's abdomen carefully, the blonde's body lifting from the ground gently as it finally slid free. Once it was removed, he pulled Deidara's body into his arms before lifting him up from the ground and walking deeper into the forest.
Deidara was gone now and he knew that his body would be gone, it wasn't eternal like Sasori's but Sasori's memory of his partner would never change. His feelings for him would be everlasting on him, a brand.
Deidara had died and he could finally rub it in Sasori's face that art was not eternal and Sasori would give him that, but the man didn't necessarily die the death he had always wanted.
Sasori bet that if Deidara could talk at the moment, they would be arguing over who was right. Sasori would even threaten the blonde that he would change his body into a puppet, and Deidara would curse him to the deepest pits of hell if he ever did that. This pretend banter gave Sasori some peace.
But Deidara would never do that as he lay limp in Sasori's arms, his body swaying just barely with Sasori's sure steps. With all of their years together, they had learned to coexist and Sasori nearly believed that even their views managed to blend together but it would never reach it's peak with Deidara's beliefs suddenly falling out.
When they reached a clearing that led up towards the sky, Sasori finally set the blonde down, making sure to place his arms neatly beside his body, legs straight out. With a small look at his ashen face, he reached over and closed his eyes before leaning down to kiss his forehead. Once he was done, he reached down to the blonde's hips to grab his clay bag. Placing a lump of clay on the bombers chest, he attached an explosive tag to it and walked to the edge of the clearing.
Making one hand sign, the tag ignited and began to burn away and as soon as the last sparks touched the clay, a loud boom filled the clearing and the blonde's body erupted into flames as the explosion overtook his body.
Sasori's faux hair blew back wildly from the blast but his body remained still as the fire continued to burn and he pushed his chakra outwards, feeling the heat of the flames.
He would give Deidara this, give him the proper death he deserved. He would remember this day and he would carry it on with him. It would be eternal to him just as Deidara would be.