Info:
(Non shippy)
(S: Sasori
K: Kakuzu
H: Hidan)

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Nothing is forever, but nothing can be for a moment without having it created. Everything can be forever or for a second. years ago, there were people like this. Strangers to their others view of life and its artist value, but they were together always. There were moments where they were horrible to one another, and times where all they had was each other. They had contrasting persona's, their actions towards each other were spiteful, but their words had a deeper meaning. They are forgotten in shinobi history, but their life lives on forever.

"Hello danna. How is it? Is it nice being able to see those you loved up there un?" The blonde one, spoke to this grave everyday, ever since the redhead died. He has never been the same, sometimes his companions would tell him to get over it. He could not get over something he blamed himself for. If he had been there, maybe he would be here bickering about the ways of art. He had his hair down, it was now a muddy blonde. He would rarely move except for missions. His eating habits have faltered and he rarely ate anymore. His slim figure would be a disadvantage to the Akatsuki. He wanted to stay, they were all they had left. Without the Akatsuki, he would have never met him.

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He remembered the last day he saw him. He was about to die in that rock field. His core was stabbed, but his life was still there. He spoke to the blonde. One last time he heard what he said. The blonde, however, never listened to him, and what he said, didn't change that.

"Don't come chasing after me anytime soon."
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He could never promise anything.

He was alone.

Flying without him.

Out in the sky, wishing he couldn't remember.

He wished he couldn't remember that face, that face that he learned to accept, and feel for.

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He never got to tell him how he felt. His emotions bottled up, scared of what might come if he spilled the contents. The red head, deemed to be emotionless, ignoring the reality in front of him.

He couldn't feel anymore. He would always say that to his fellow companions. He was never smiling or laughing. Which paid a great toll on him. He was now just Deidara, not anyone special anymore..
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He gave up one day. His body wouldn't move from the bed. He was tied down to his own reality that he would come back. He never did. It was only him, tobi, kisame, and Itachi left. There was no hope for anything here. He wanted to give it all away to see his face,

One

Last

Time.
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Gone.

"Oh your finally fucking here."

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He reunited, though it was not what he expected.
The tape with memories plastered onto it. Though there was only one. S (sasori) was written, and the tape never ended. It was always dark. The darkness never ended on the tape.

He placed the tape back on the shelf. Two other ones occupied it. Both tapes were exactly the same. One K, one H, and one S. He didn't have a tape, because this was his choice. He remembered, he also chose to die, deeming himself without a tape to share.

Soon..

Sasori got his wish in the end. He was eternal, still not here, and never will be. As long as he is stuck in the ground, he will never join him.

Maybe...