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“Wish you were here…”—a Sasori/Deidara shounen-ai fan-fiction.
Deidara sighed as he awoke for the day from the bed he and Sasori shared. He took a glance at the calendar on the wall.
“Sasori—mission” was scrawled on today’s box, making Deidara groan even more dejectedly.
“I don’t like this, yeah,” he grumbled, pulling the blanket over his sleeping red-headed lover after tying back his own blonde hair into a ponytail. “Why did the leader make this one solo? I just have a bad feeling, yeah.”
He threw on a tan T-shirt and black shorts as he trudged into the kitchen. His and Sasori’s cloaks hung from the wall hooks near the kitchen door. Deidara avoided looking at them when he walked in.
For Sasori’s sake, Deidara cooked breakfast for him— egg noodles and onigiri, the red-head’s favorite. He sat it on the little table just as Sasori stumbled into the kitchen in red-cloud pattern pajamas.
Deidara gave a small smile, his visible eye closed cheerily. Sasori smiled too, albeit sleepily.
“Hey…Dei-kun,” he mumbled as he washed his face in the sink.
“Good morn—,” Deidara broke off. It was not a good morning. “Hey, Sasori-danna.”
“Told you not to call me that,” Sasori commented, picking up his chopsticks.
“Told you I’d do it anyway, yeah,” Deidara replied, looking at the window at the land Akatsuki called home—no-man’s-land between the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind. He longed to transform it into a massive Land of Art!
“I’ll be leaving shortly after this. Thank you for the meal, Dei-kun,” Sasori said as he slurped up his noodles.
“You’re welcome, yeah. I’ll miss you.”
“It won’t take me very long. I don’t know why you’re worrying.”
“Lefty-san feels like it’s a bad idea to go without me, yeah.”
“Lefty-san isn’t our leader, Deidara! We’ve been through this already! I was given my orders!” Sasori barked.
Deidara bit his lip to stop the budding tears. “I’m sorry, yeah.”
Sasori finished his last rice ball and put his plate and bowl on the counter. “It’s okay. I’m getting dressed.” He left Deidara for the bedroom, and then the blonde sobbed into Lefty- and Righty-san.
* * * * *
Sasori kept his puppets sheltered outside so all he had to do was grab his cloak. He hand-brushed his red hair and then loped back to the kitchen. Deidara had his head on the counter facing the door and his eye was red.
Sasori put his hand on Deidara’s head. “Don’t cry, Dei-kun.”
The clay artist sniffled and blew his nose on a nearby tissue. “You’re gonna be late if you don’t go, yeah,” he said, sitting up.
Sasori put his hand on Deidara’s cheek and kissed him, licking off the salty tears flavoring the other’s lips. Deidara let out a whimper, and Sasori held him tight.
“I’ll be alright. I’ll ask the leader to relay my message to you,” he whispered.
He let Deidara go and walked out the door.
* * * * *
Deidara wouldn’t let go of Sasori’s tingling body heat until he couldn’t see his lover anymore. Sasori was heading for the Fire Country.
He grabbed some clay, much to his hands’ delight and idly carved little sculptures of cats, dogs and birds. When he was done, he sat them in the sun.
“Righty-san, do you think Sasori will be okay, yeah?” he asked his right hand.
The hand gurgled like a happy baby, making Deidara smile for once.
“Thanks, Righty-san.”
Deidara whistled a content tune for the rest of the day.
* * * * *
Sasori went into one of the little civilian towns that afternoon. He left his puppets in an inconspicuous area while he went—despite it being his bane—shopping.
He stopped at a shop selling colored paper, ink, and brushes, and he bought all three. After that, he quickly left the town to write on a sunny rock.
He inked his brush and silently wrote, “I love you, Deidara, and I would hold you close if my arms would reach. Sorry I made you cry.
The red-head paused, hand trembling. "I wish you were here. Wish you could see where I’m at. Wish you were near me. Wish I could touch your face.”
Sasori basked in the sun and wind for a moment before adding, “The weather’s nice. You’d love it because you’d think it’s living art. It must be summertime all year.”
He folded the blue and white paper into a rectangle where the character for heaven—tengoku—was on the front. On the back, he wrote his and Deidara’s name.
* * * * *
Deidara upended his board of mahjongg in his excitement when he received the long-awaited mental call from the leader.
“Sasori! He’s okay, yeah!” he exclaimed once he entered the telepathic chatroom that involved all of the Akatsuki.
The response didn’t sink into him right away.
“Deidara, your partner went down. Zetsu searched the ground, but Sasori was destroyed. Your new partner will be chosen momen--,” the leader said indifferently.
Deidara was frozen in his seat at the words “Sasori was destroyed."
“No…no. It can’t be,” he muttered repeatedly, no longer paying attention to what his leader was saying.
“Deidara, are you listening?!” the leader snapped.
“Yeah.” A lie.
“You might as well make room for when your new partner is chosen.”
“Okay, yeah.” That was half-hearted too.
The mental connection was broken and the Akatsuki were free to go.
“Sasori, yeah. My beloved Sasori….” Deidara babbled like a madman.
He disregarded the mahjongg pieces flung across the floor and crawled into bed, still mumbling to himself.
* * * * *
“You can’t hide in bed forever, Deidara,” Hidan growled, sitting on the sink facing the sliding door to the bedroom. “It’s been five days and you haven’t even eaten!”
“Go away, yeah!” bellowed Deidara hoarsely, throwing a small clay ball that easily missed the silver-haired man.
“I’ll just leave your goddamn mail here if you’re gonna act like an fucking ass for the rest of your life,” snapped Hidan. Deidara heard the door slam shut.
He dragged himself out of bed, his grimy clothes seemingly fitting a coat hanger instead of a body. He was pale and tissues littered the bedroom. All the shades were drawn down in the entire house.
He wobbled to the kitchen counter and just before he collapsed to the floor, he grabbed a message in baby-blue paper.
Deidara let out a ragged wheeze and stared at the letter. On the front it simply said “Heaven”. He turned the crisp paper over and couldn’t believe his eyes. “To Deidara, from Sasori.”
He opened the note with shaking hands. It had three lines in Sasori’s narrow calligraphy.
“I love you, Deidara, and I would hold you close if my arms would reach. Sorry I made you cry.
“I wish you were here. Wish you could see where I’m at. Wish you were near me. Wish I could touch your face.
“The weather’s nice. You’d love it because you’d think it’s living art. It must be summertime all year.”
The note trembled, and Deidara felt pressure in his chest, like the passion he felt when he roared “Explode!” during a fight but…different. Its epicenter was in his heart.
The letter tumbled out of his hand and the tengoku kanji faced Deidara.
“I want to go where you are someday, Sasori-danna...I mean…Saso-kun, yeah,” he murmured, picking up his mail to hold it close to his heart. “I love you, too.”
Deidara sighed as he awoke for the day from the bed he and Sasori shared. He took a glance at the calendar on the wall.
“Sasori—mission” was scrawled on today’s box, making Deidara groan even more dejectedly.
“I don’t like this, yeah,” he grumbled, pulling the blanket over his sleeping red-headed lover after tying back his own blonde hair into a ponytail. “Why did the leader make this one solo? I just have a bad feeling, yeah.”
He threw on a tan T-shirt and black shorts as he trudged into the kitchen. His and Sasori’s cloaks hung from the wall hooks near the kitchen door. Deidara avoided looking at them when he walked in.
For Sasori’s sake, Deidara cooked breakfast for him— egg noodles and onigiri, the red-head’s favorite. He sat it on the little table just as Sasori stumbled into the kitchen in red-cloud pattern pajamas.
Deidara gave a small smile, his visible eye closed cheerily. Sasori smiled too, albeit sleepily.
“Hey…Dei-kun,” he mumbled as he washed his face in the sink.
“Good morn—,” Deidara broke off. It was not a good morning. “Hey, Sasori-danna.”
“Told you not to call me that,” Sasori commented, picking up his chopsticks.
“Told you I’d do it anyway, yeah,” Deidara replied, looking at the window at the land Akatsuki called home—no-man’s-land between the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind. He longed to transform it into a massive Land of Art!
“I’ll be leaving shortly after this. Thank you for the meal, Dei-kun,” Sasori said as he slurped up his noodles.
“You’re welcome, yeah. I’ll miss you.”
“It won’t take me very long. I don’t know why you’re worrying.”
“Lefty-san feels like it’s a bad idea to go without me, yeah.”
“Lefty-san isn’t our leader, Deidara! We’ve been through this already! I was given my orders!” Sasori barked.
Deidara bit his lip to stop the budding tears. “I’m sorry, yeah.”
Sasori finished his last rice ball and put his plate and bowl on the counter. “It’s okay. I’m getting dressed.” He left Deidara for the bedroom, and then the blonde sobbed into Lefty- and Righty-san.
* * * * *
Sasori kept his puppets sheltered outside so all he had to do was grab his cloak. He hand-brushed his red hair and then loped back to the kitchen. Deidara had his head on the counter facing the door and his eye was red.
Sasori put his hand on Deidara’s head. “Don’t cry, Dei-kun.”
The clay artist sniffled and blew his nose on a nearby tissue. “You’re gonna be late if you don’t go, yeah,” he said, sitting up.
Sasori put his hand on Deidara’s cheek and kissed him, licking off the salty tears flavoring the other’s lips. Deidara let out a whimper, and Sasori held him tight.
“I’ll be alright. I’ll ask the leader to relay my message to you,” he whispered.
He let Deidara go and walked out the door.
* * * * *
Deidara wouldn’t let go of Sasori’s tingling body heat until he couldn’t see his lover anymore. Sasori was heading for the Fire Country.
He grabbed some clay, much to his hands’ delight and idly carved little sculptures of cats, dogs and birds. When he was done, he sat them in the sun.
“Righty-san, do you think Sasori will be okay, yeah?” he asked his right hand.
The hand gurgled like a happy baby, making Deidara smile for once.
“Thanks, Righty-san.”
Deidara whistled a content tune for the rest of the day.
* * * * *
Sasori went into one of the little civilian towns that afternoon. He left his puppets in an inconspicuous area while he went—despite it being his bane—shopping.
He stopped at a shop selling colored paper, ink, and brushes, and he bought all three. After that, he quickly left the town to write on a sunny rock.
He inked his brush and silently wrote, “I love you, Deidara, and I would hold you close if my arms would reach. Sorry I made you cry.
The red-head paused, hand trembling. "I wish you were here. Wish you could see where I’m at. Wish you were near me. Wish I could touch your face.”
Sasori basked in the sun and wind for a moment before adding, “The weather’s nice. You’d love it because you’d think it’s living art. It must be summertime all year.”
He folded the blue and white paper into a rectangle where the character for heaven—tengoku—was on the front. On the back, he wrote his and Deidara’s name.
* * * * *
Deidara upended his board of mahjongg in his excitement when he received the long-awaited mental call from the leader.
“Sasori! He’s okay, yeah!” he exclaimed once he entered the telepathic chatroom that involved all of the Akatsuki.
The response didn’t sink into him right away.
“Deidara, your partner went down. Zetsu searched the ground, but Sasori was destroyed. Your new partner will be chosen momen--,” the leader said indifferently.
Deidara was frozen in his seat at the words “Sasori was destroyed."
“No…no. It can’t be,” he muttered repeatedly, no longer paying attention to what his leader was saying.
“Deidara, are you listening?!” the leader snapped.
“Yeah.” A lie.
“You might as well make room for when your new partner is chosen.”
“Okay, yeah.” That was half-hearted too.
The mental connection was broken and the Akatsuki were free to go.
“Sasori, yeah. My beloved Sasori….” Deidara babbled like a madman.
He disregarded the mahjongg pieces flung across the floor and crawled into bed, still mumbling to himself.
* * * * *
“You can’t hide in bed forever, Deidara,” Hidan growled, sitting on the sink facing the sliding door to the bedroom. “It’s been five days and you haven’t even eaten!”
“Go away, yeah!” bellowed Deidara hoarsely, throwing a small clay ball that easily missed the silver-haired man.
“I’ll just leave your goddamn mail here if you’re gonna act like an fucking ass for the rest of your life,” snapped Hidan. Deidara heard the door slam shut.
He dragged himself out of bed, his grimy clothes seemingly fitting a coat hanger instead of a body. He was pale and tissues littered the bedroom. All the shades were drawn down in the entire house.
He wobbled to the kitchen counter and just before he collapsed to the floor, he grabbed a message in baby-blue paper.
Deidara let out a ragged wheeze and stared at the letter. On the front it simply said “Heaven”. He turned the crisp paper over and couldn’t believe his eyes. “To Deidara, from Sasori.”
He opened the note with shaking hands. It had three lines in Sasori’s narrow calligraphy.
“I love you, Deidara, and I would hold you close if my arms would reach. Sorry I made you cry.
“I wish you were here. Wish you could see where I’m at. Wish you were near me. Wish I could touch your face.
“The weather’s nice. You’d love it because you’d think it’s living art. It must be summertime all year.”
The note trembled, and Deidara felt pressure in his chest, like the passion he felt when he roared “Explode!” during a fight but…different. Its epicenter was in his heart.
The letter tumbled out of his hand and the tengoku kanji faced Deidara.
“I want to go where you are someday, Sasori-danna...I mean…Saso-kun, yeah,” he murmured, picking up his mail to hold it close to his heart. “I love you, too.”
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EDIT I made the outlook easier to read and inserted italics.
Story (c)
Characters (c) Masha Kish (lmao sounds like masochist)
I swear by Bakuhatsu!! that I will report anyone who spams me with anti-yaoi propaganda
EDIT I made the outlook easier to read and inserted italics.
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