Danna

I suggest you listen to Ryan Cabrera's song 'On the Way Down'. Just for the feel of it. But it's optional.


Sasori is sweet though it's unnoticeable and rare. He is caring, he is soft, but most of all he is gay. Yes gay, his hair is feminine, he wears a feminine uniform (shakes pointy finger at Pein) and he uses a puppet to fight for him. He is gracious, he likes art and his eyes are delicate. His has features that can put Snow White to shame.

Sasori is his danna, his master. And Sasori owns him in a sickly sweet sort of way. They were not lovers, no. They were partners. They do Pein's dirty work and clean up after his acts together. Before, Deidara truly burned with hated for Sasori, Sasori was monotonous and unresponsive except when he is required to be otherwise. They always had arguments, and the thing they have most of their arguments over was the only thing that they share in common. ART.

To Sasori art is eternal, everlasting. It is meant to live on forever. Deidara on the other hand believes "Art is a BANG! Yeah!" On most occations their arguments ends up a tie with neither side winning..[i/]well, unless loosing some articles of clothing count[i/]. None in the whole of Akatsuki dared get in between the artist's squabble. Not in fear of course, Sasori's puppet strings and deidara's clay dolls are nothing compared to the whole of Akatsuki. They just were'nt interested is all. Nothing interesting happens anyway.[i/] Not that they know of of course, either they don't hear the hasty rustling of clothes in either's room after a fight or they pretend to not hear.[i/]

Even in death their debate ended in a tie. The day of Sasori's death Deidara could never forget the words he himself said. "Art is a banglike this. Life ia short yeah? I won in the end didn't I Sasori no danna, yeah?" But deep inside that was not true. Sasori's memory is embedded into his heart forever.[i/] The memory of those afternoons they spent their time together when there were no missions, those nights of passion after any hurtful argument[i/]. 'Forever' just like Sasori used to say, forever and never forgotten as the legacy is imprinted into every cell of his existence.

Even with the initiation of Tobi as his new partner he never forgot [i/]those kisses from Sasori, how special he felt when he was being entered by Sasori[i/], he missed even the slight fistfight he used to have with Sasori. Even if he and Tobi fought it wasn't the same. It was more like a death threat than his former engagements with Sasori. Sasori was mature, Tobi was a naive nuisance, always thinking how great he could be. He hated how Tobi found Sasori's ring among his shattered reamins, he loathed it very much. He wished many times that it was someone else who found the ring, either that or he regretted leaving it there when he found it first, He hoped that he just hid it. Forever. Like a memorabilia, but that in itself would be against his own philosophy.

Deidara walked outside the Akatsuki hideout, towards the forest behind it. Deidara molds a miniature figure of Sasori, while Sasori would normally tower over him with his height this clay model stood around one inch below him. The Sasori he created then took a few short steps closing off the distance betweeen them and embraced Deidara.

"This is it" He decided.

And in the next moment a loud blast was heard throughout the Akatsuki Headquarters and beyong even reaching Otogakure.

Suicide. Though a very harsh word can only describe the mess the Akatsuki gang came to witness in the next few minutes - Deidara's clay and blood splattered everywhere against the trees, the ground, the walls, everywhere. the only remain being an Akatsuki ring which Pein picked up and pocketed.

Somewhere off if you listen closely enough you can hear voices..

"I told you Art is a bang yeah?"

"We're dead. It shouldn't be too hard to understand nothing changes now."


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Constructive criticism is appreciated really. This is my first official fic. I'd like to know how the reader impact is.