Too Far

Part Three

 

            “Wha-?!” Sasori shot up from the bed he was on. “Where am I?!” His eyes scanned the room for anybody there, but the unknown room was vacant. “Hello?” He got up and would have started for the door, if someone hadn’t grabbed his wrist.

 

              “You’re awake….finally…”Sasori looked at the man speaking, it was Kisame. “Itachi told me to watch you, he's on a mission right now.” The shark faintly smiled at the redhead.

 

            “How long have I been asleep?”

 

            “Three days.” He informed Sasori. “Itachi never told me what happened to you. Did you get hurt?”

 

            “Three days?!” He said, in shock. “Oh, and no, I didn’t get injured at all. I blacked out. That’s all. W-where am I anyways?” the puppet scratched his head.

 

            “You’re in me and Itachi's room.”

 

            “O-okay….I guess I should go back to my room…” and he walked to the door. “See ya around” Saso weakly ambled across the hallway, to his room.

 

            Sasori hurled onto his bed, pressed his face onto the nearest pillow, and started to weep. ‘Damn! Why does this have to fucking happen?! I can’t believe this!! Sasori thought angrily. I loved him! Just when I admitted that….he….d-dies…..I don’t believe this….I…I am…alone…W-why……’

            His eyelids started to get heavy and slowly shut, but Sasori done his best to protest against his involuntary actions, but coming out unsuccessful.

           

 

 

           

 

            In Sasori’s dream, there were a bright light. ‘’Huh? What’s that?’  He walked toward the light. As he inched closer, a figure started to appear.

           

            “D….D-Deidara?!” He ran to the blonde. “Deidara!” He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed something about the bomber. He was covered in blood. “D-Deidara…”He said quietly, cautiously reaching his hand to Deidara’s face. He was cold as ice. “Dei!” Sasori’s eyes went wide. “You can’t die!” He grabbed the dying blonde in a tight hug. “NO!” He started to cry.

 

            ”Th….this is….” Deidara coughed up blood. “This is….it Sasori.” And after that response, the bomber fell to the ground, taking the little redhead with him, and the redhead took his hopes, dreams and future with him, straight to the ground.

 

            “DEIDARA! DON’T DIE!” Saso’s crimson eyes stared at the dying angel before him. “PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME, DEIDARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sasori then fell to the harsh ground, right beside his love. His only love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

            The redhead woke with a jerk, grasping the air in his chest with the intoxicating smell of home all around him. ‘Damn, I had that dream again! Why do I have it so much?!’ Sasori thought in frustration, gritting his teeth. He then turned his head and looked on the other side of his big king-sized bed. ‘Oh, I…… forgot that……..he’s……..’ Sasori found himself sobbing, not able to sleep after that trauma.

 

            He pondered on the fact that Deidara was actually dead. He just simply couldn’t believe that. ‘Deidara…..I will never see him again….’  A flash of knowledge hit Sasori. ‘I know why I can’t wrap my mind around that…..Deidara is all I had….believe it or not…..and if my everything disappeared….then I would feel….nothing. I wouldn’t be anything…..’ It all made sense to Sasori. Everything made sense. His work on Earth is done.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            Several days passed, and Sasori refused to come out of his room. He locked it good, because Hidan has tried many times to break in, but he wasn’t aloud to break the door, and knowing Hidan, he gives up easy, then storms off to complain about random topics to Kakuzu.

           

            In Pain’s office, Konan was listening to instructions from the leader. “If you don’t get him out of his room, then the deal is off.” Lord Pain stated, then picking up a stack of papers that needed to be filed.

 

            “Okay, Pain. I’ll go talk to him” and Konan walked out of the office. She ventured down the hall, stopping right in front of Sasori’s room. She took a few deep breaths, then knocked on the door. “Sasori, I need to tell you something”

 

            “What can you possibly say” Saso said, boringly.

 

            “You need to do your missions! Lord Pain is not happy!” Konan blurted out, making sure the puppeteer heard correctly.

 

            “Why should I? I don’t feel like it at all! Just leave me alone!” he yelled through the door, begging for her to shut up.

 

            “But Sasori! Pain will kill you if you refuse to work!” she sighed. It was no use talking to him. ‘Hopefully Sasori will move on.’  Konan thought about what Sasori could be thinking about right at that moment.

 

 

 

 

           

 

            Sasori sighed, noting that Konan left, he could hear footsteps retreating from his room. He slammed his back to the wall and slid down it till he was sitting on the floor, face in his hands. “I can’t do no damn mission! They should just get rid of me while I’m weak! I don’t have anymore uses in the world! I should just die…..” the redhead punched the floor in anger. “I SHOULD DIE!” He exclaimed, ending it with a grunt. Tears streamed one by one down his delicate face, dripping to the floor, leaving tiny wet spots. They glittered in the sunlight coming from one of the windows in his room, like diamonds in the sky. He was in true pain, and it surged throughout every limb of his body and made them ache from the inside out. He just wanted all this to stop! He’d do anything just to be at peace again.

 

            “Damn it, why should I live? I'm only in pain, so why don’t I put myself out of my misery? Without Deidara, I’m already dead. What’s the difference? I do have immortality with this puppet body of mine, but what’s the point if all I do is suffer? ……I…..should…..die…….”

 

 

 

 

 

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`*~TWO DAYS LATER~*`

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            Sasori was standing in the middle of the old training area outside of the Akatsuki base. The members use the newer one, so the old training ground never gets used much. He ran here, because Konan caught him out of his room and started to chase him. She wanted to talk, but Sasori wanted to be alone.

 

            “I've been thinking about it. I will die today.” Sasori said under his breath to himself.

 

            He leisurely slid one of his battle swords from under his cloak and held it in a tight grip between his skilled hands.  He examined that sword to every last detail till he memorized each scratch, blood stain, grain of dirt that was on it, and even each décor engraved onto the beautiful work of art. At the end of the blade were the kanji for ‘scorpion’ painted on there. Sasori smiled at that, smiled for the first time in ages. ‘Soon I will be with you Deidara, and we will never get separated. I love you, and wait for me, okay?’

           

            Sasori clenched the handle of that fine weapon, and with his other hand, removed his cloak, revealing his upper part of his puppet body. He traced the kanji on his heart container about 23 times, then glancing at the end of the sword. Scorpion. That word was written on both objects. ‘Soon those kanji will meet in a situation of death.’ Sasori then grasped the sword with both hands, and then he placed the tip of the blade on his heart container, closing his eyes, waiting for the final death blow. ‘Deidara, I will be there soon. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting’

 

            Sasori was just about to make the blow, when he heard a yell. ‘SASORI! STOP! DON’T DO IT!” it was Konan. Sasori sighed. Of course.

 

            “Don’t try to stop me, Konan-san. I want to be with Deidara. This is the only way. Death.” He closed his eyes again.

 

            “DEIDARA’S NOT DEAD!!!” Konan exclaimed, running up to the redhead, grabbing the blade from his clutches.

 

“W-w-w-what?!!!”