Deidara walked thourgh the Akatsuki lair. It has been a month since *that* day. Since the day his danna was taken away. The past month had been all one big dream, he hadn't really been living. He completed each mission without really being there. He barely remembered eating, drinking, bathing, or anything of the like Just mourning, mouning for his beloved Sasori. The only thing he could claerly remember was Tobi.

Tobi, Tobi, TOBI! Deidara *hated* Tobi. He was annoying, he was loud, he was hyperactive, he was... he was.... he was so AGHH! And Deidara was stuck with him for a partner. Damn kid.

He moved into his room, flopping face down on his bed. Silently, now that he was alone, Deidara wept for his lost. After awhile, he slept.

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"Sasori, un!"

"What do you want, Deidara?" The red-head asked.

"Well, now that we're partners and all... I was wondering if we could, you know, hang out, un? He blushed.

Sasori sighed. "I don't see why not." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"YAY! Un!" The two spent wonderful time together, discussing and creating their own style of art, going out on missions, and just being by eachothers side. They became close friends, and one day, Deidara began to hope for something more. But of course, he'd never say it. He knew, not many people approved of *that*. So he was content with how they were, stealing glances and light touches 'by accident.'

"Come look what I made, Sasori-danna, un!" Deidara sqeeled, happy with his new creation. As the puppet master moved closer, he rested a hang on Deidara's shoulder, looking over it. At the touch, a small blush crossed Deidara's features and his heart skipped a beat.

"It's wonderful." Sasori said, looking at the clay bird with interest. He turned towards his partner. "Deidara?"

"Yes, Sasori-danna, un?"

"Why do you call me 'danna?'"

"Well..." He couldn't tell him the real reason. "It's because I believe you are the danna, or master, at what you do, you know, art, un."

"Oh. You do know 'danna' is also used to say husband, don't you?" He folded his arms casually. Deidara's blush increased ten-fold.

"Really, un? Oh yes, I... I remember that. W-what a coincidence...." He laughed nervously. Sighing, Sasori's hands cupped Deidara's cheeks.

"Don't think I havn't noticed that you have a crush on me."

"Eep! Uh, what are you talking about, un?" It felt like thousands of butterflies were scrambling around in his stomach.

"Don't worry," he leaned closer. Clearing the space between them, he kissed Deidara's lips. "I think it's cute." Deidara was speechless, then he jumped forward wrapping his arms around the man.

"Oh, danna, un!" He said laughing. Sasori chuckled, letting his hands rest on Deidara's sides. They leaned towards one another.

"Deidei..." Sasori said. That was funny, Sasori wasn't one to use nicknames, but Deidara just smiled.

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"Deidei... Deidei!" Deidei-danna, wake up!" Tobi said, shaking his partner back and fourth on the bed. "Wake up!" He whined. Deidara moaned.

"NO! Leave me alone, un!" I was having a good dream!" He said, shoving his face further into the pillow.

"What about?" Tobi asked.

"Sasori-danna, un."

"Why?"

"'Cause I miss him, un."

"Why?"

"'Cause he's gone, un!"

"Why?"

"'Cause he's DEAD!"

"But that doesn't mean he's gone." Tobi stated. Deidara sat up and tilted his head in confusion. "Do you still remember him?"

"Of course I do, idiot, un."

"Then he's not gone." Tobi sat on the bed and poked his partners forehead. "He's right here." He said, then he placed his palm innocently on Deidara's chest, over his heart. "And here, Deidei-danna." Deidara smiled, ruffling Tobi's hair. Was this how Sasori-danna had felt with him?

"Hey tobi, why do you call me danna, un?"

"Well... It's because I believe you are the danna or, you know,  master at what you do, you know, art and all." He laughed nevously, the orange mask hiding his blush. Deidara's smile grew.

"You know, 'danna'  is also used to say husband." He said casually, crossing his arms.