Sasori's Love 1

Deidara automatically regret the decision he made. Fear rose in his stomach. He didn’t know what would happen, but he wanted an answer. Oh no he thought I actually knocked on his door. A rush of excitement, anxiety, and his expression was altered as a result. His checks flared up, as if trying to set off an alarm. From inside the room there was the sounds of rustling material and clanking tools made Deidara remember the other times. He remembered the times he came to the door. He remembered that he never knocked only listened. His heart jumped when the door opened. Standing there was Sasori.
“Oh… wasn’t expecting you Deidara. What do you want and why is your face so red?” Sasori reached his hand up to Deidara’s cheek. “You don’t have a fever.”
Deidara stared at the hand He…is… Deidara fainted.

Deidara blinked his eyes open. He was lying down on Sasori’s bed. He had a cold towel on his forehead. His cloak was off, his hair was down, and he heard the sound of water running. He sat up to see Sasori rinsing out a towel.
“Oh… you’re awake.” Sasori’s head didn’t turn. “When you fell you cut your head on the door frame. Just be lucky Hidan didn’t get a hold of it, right.” He laughed, Deidara smiled.
“So why are you taking care of me?” Deidara gingerly rubbed the bandage on his head
“Well…. Umm…. Why let a partner go to waste.” He smiled.
“Oh ok.” Deidara was hoping for some thing else.
Sasori walked over to Deidara with a fresh towel. “Here lie back down.” The new towel was hot and felt good on Deidara’s forehead.
“Sasori,” Deidara said as he laid down “I never told you why I came over.”
“That’s right you never did.”
“Well… I just wanted to…” Sasori walked to the other side of the bed. He stretched out on the side of Deidara and grabbed the TV remote. The screen lit up as the TV turned on. “…wanted to…” Sasori interrupted him
“What do you want to watch?”
“Oh… I don’t care” Sasori turned on iron chef, Deidara’s favorite show. Quickly Deidara was absorbed in the show. Sasori slipped his hand under Deidara’s neck, and placed his arm around him. He moved closer and interlocked his fingers with Deidara’s Deidara turned his head and looked into Sasori’s eyes.

Sasori heard a knock. He put down his tools and moved a cloth over the puppets he was fixing. Slowly he walked to the door. When he opened in he was surprised to see Deidara there, but he was happy to see Deidara there. Deidara’s face was red. “Oh… wasn’t expecting you Deidara. What do you want and why is your face so red?” He placed his hand on Deidara’s soft cheek. “You don’t have a fever.” Deidara collapsed and Sasori reached out to catch him, but he was too slow. Deidara hit his head on the door frame. Sasori’s arms caught up with Deidara’s body. He held him there, Deidara was unconscious. Poor Deidei Sasori thought.
Sasori carried Deidara to his bed. He stacked up some pillows and laid Deidara down, when he pulled his hand from Deidara’s head there was a warm liquid was on his fingers. “Oh no,” He pulled out a bandage from the cupboard in the kitchen and placed it on the small cut. Then he proceeded to run water until it was cold. He placed a towel underneath the cold flow of rushing water. He folded the towel into thirds and placed it on Deidara’s fore head. He stared at Deidara; he caressed his face with his hand. He smiled and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. He walked back over to the sink and turned the handle to hot. He retrieved another towel. He heard Deidara waking up.
“Oh… you’re awake.” Sasori’s didn’t turn his head. “When you fell you cut your head on the door frame. Just be lucky Hidan didn’t get a hold of it, right.” He laughed, it was a stupid joke he knew.
“So why are you taking care of me?” Deidara gingerly rubbed the bandage on his head
“Well…. Umm…. Why let a partner go to waste.” He quickly came up with an excuse.
“Oh ok.”
Sasori walked over to Deidara with a fresh towel. “Here lie back down.” He placed the towel on Deidara’s forehead.
“Sasori,” Deidara said as he laid down “I never told you why I came over.”
“That’s right you never did.”
“Well… I just wanted to…” Sasori walked to the other side of the bed. He stretched out on the side of Deidara and grabbed the TV remote. The screen lit up as the TV turned on. “…I wanted to…” Sasori interrupted him
“What do you want to watch?”
“Oh… I don’t care” Sasori turned on iron chef, Deidara’s favorite show. Quickly Deidara was absorbed in the show. Sasori slipped his hand under Deidara’s neck, and placed his arm around him. He moved closer and interlocked his fingers with Deidara’s Deidara turned his head and looked into Sasori’s eyes.

“I came because…”
“I know…” Sasori leaned in closer to Deidara.
“Sasori… do you really…”
“Shut up…” Sasori pressed his lips against Deidara’s. Deidara tensed up, and then relaxed. His hand moved around Sasori, pulling him in closer. He moved his other hand to Sasori’s head. He gripped Sasori’s crimson hair in his fist. Sasori’s hand clenched the back of Deidara’s neck, and his other hand pushed against his back. They pulled away; only to catch a quick breath. They kissed again, then again. They pulled away slowly. They stared into each other’s eyes. No longer was their feelings held up by an emotional dam. They were free to be each other.
“Now what?” Deidara asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well… would Peine and the others approve?”
“I don’t give a damn if they do or not.” Sasori kissed him again.
Deidara pushed him away slightly. “No… I mean should we tell them.”
“…You are my secret… my little Deidei.”
Deidara smiled “Ok”
Sasori looked back at the TV. Deidara leaned his head on Sasori’s shoulder. I’m his Deidei…Oh Sasori you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.
Deidara… I swear I will be there for you… you don’t know how long…
Deidara closed his eyes and fell asleep. Sasori leaned his head against Deidara’s. He looked down at his sleeping Deidei, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep too. Deidara…I wish that you would always be there for me though too.