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2022-02-21
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2022-02-22
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blue period

Anonymous

Summary:

Collection of short SasoDei works, for SasoDei Week.

Day 2: Soulmates.

Two artists chat about love and death.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: a matter of pride

Chapter Text

“Don’t touch,” Sasori ordered, climbing onto Deidara’s lap. His heart stuck out, signed in bold red kanji, as though to prove no one owned him.

Underneath that, a cloak hung off his small frame, over the metal spooled into his abdomen, the pale slopes of his groin, and lower still. It buttoned close just above his legs, spread wide over Deidara.

Sasori smirked, almost playfully, almost coldly, snaking two arms around Deidara’s neck. Another, metal stinger coiled around his waist, squeezing tighter. Tighter.

“Oh yeah?” Deidara slowly grinned. A game, then.

Naturally, his fingers crept forward, covered in clay dust, climbing over Sasori’s thighs. Deidara’s grin widened, and his palms split open into a smile; teeth scraping over wooden legs. Sasori promptly slapped him away.

“No.” He grabbed Deidara’s face, squishing his cheeks together. Deidara wrinkled his nose.

“You touched me first, hmm.”

“Shut up.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

Nonetheless, Deidara sat obediently, palms up, tongues out. Sasori observed for a moment, brows pinched, before tsking and pushing Deidara’s bangs out of his face.

Their noses brushed, softly, and Deidara shivered.

“Cold,” he grunted. Again, he inched closer, seeking heat. Contact. Lips.

Sasori yanked his ponytail. “Don’t,” he repeated. He did not move, did not breathe— did not blink.

“—ye-,” Deidara swallowed. “Y-eah. Um. Got it.”

“No talking. No kissing. No touching.” Sasori listed. “Especially no talking.”

“You already said that,” Deidara pointed out, unable to help himself. “Hey— ow! Ow!”

Sasori tugged again. “Brat.”

“It’s a joke, hmm.”

Sasori gave him a withering glare. He then shoved Deidara onto the workbench, knocking clay bugs onto the floor. They shattered.

A full week’s work— broken. Just like that. A boring and unflashy demise, without a spark, or fire. A pointless death. Tragic.

Then Sasori kissed his throat, teeth bared, and none of that mattered.

Chapter 2: nostalgia

Summary:

Two artists chat about love and death.

Notes:

for the prompt, soulmates.

Chapter Text

“What do you think about soulmates, master?” 

Perched on the edge of a cliff, Deidara opened his hand, and a bird fluttered out, landing on an outstretched finger. Then, in one swift move, he crushed it in a fist, clay oozing between his knuckles. 

Ugh. Hiruko’s eyes flicked away, mirroring Sasori’s disgust. “What of it?”

“Just curious.” Deidara rubbed his palms together, rolling the clay into a round ball. A hand split open, teeth shining, and snapped shut— bones twisting, lips smacking, as it chewed. Drool dripped on the ground in thick, white globs. “You always seem to have an opinion, hmm?” 

“I don’t have opinions. I am correct,” Sasori retorted. 

“… right,” Deidara deadpanned. “Whatever you say, master.” 

“Brat,” Sasori growled. “Watch your tone.” 

“Mhm.”

“I mean it.”

“Mm!”

They fell quiet, then, watching the narrow path beneath them, as they had for the past three hours. Their target had yet to appear. 

A waste of time, Sasori had muttered, more than once. Deidara preferred to call it an opportunity.

“So, what do you think?” Deidara nudged. “About—,” here he gestured, vaguely, at the sky. “Soulmates. Romance. Love,” he added, with a snort. 

He was completely and thoroughly ignored. 

Deidara flopped back with a huff. “Whatever.” He threw both arms high up into the air, dark against the outline of the sun. “Not that it matters, hmm? Since only dolls like you,” he further goaded. A dark cloud passed over Sasori. 

“—they’re puppets,” he muttered. “Puppets.”

“Oh, so you can hear?” 

“Don’t push me.” 

“I’m just curious! What do you think, hmm?”

Sasori silenced him with a withering look. 

“Curiosity killed the cat,” he said, turning his back on Deidara. His insides clicked, and rattled, and churned, metal grinding in frustration. 

Soulmates… 

“It’s useless,” he found himself saying. 

Deidara perked up. “Useless?” he nudged Hiruko with his foot. “Wanna explain?”

He did not. “They die.”

“… the cats? Or…”

Sasori did not reply. 

Notes:

Comments and kudos are appreciated 🤗

It’s been a while since I’ve written SasoDei so im hoping the characterization is right 🤔