No Sleep Days

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Summary: Everyone’s tired today, but not for the same reasons. Pein may have had to fight some burly idiot, but Deidara didn’t get any sleep, and it’s getting to him. Zetsu, on the other hand, is actually complacent. Gasp! Get a medic!

Zetsu-Yin, Zetsu-Yang.

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A far cry from a hotel, the building looked ancient and almost haunted. However, it wasn’t really like they had any choice at all in the matter; Pein was standing right behind them, and he needed coffee. His five-o’-clock shadow had become 36-hour shadow, and besides needing a shave, he was smelly. Deidara wrinkled his nose delicately. He had no idea why he was even there- Hidan had insisted upon dragging him along, screeching about something he didn’t quite catch, being half-deafened by said yelling in the first place, so he had agreed and stumbled off to find earplugs.

And now there they were, with a half-dead Leader, a whiny bitch for a hostage, Hidan, Deidara, and Zetsu. For once, there was no conflict between his sides; both were too tired to argue at all, and Tobi had elected out of joining them. The explosionist sighed and grumbled softly to himself, drawing Zetsu’s attention, who proceeded to ruffle his hair. Okay, now he was awake.

“What the—“

“It’s okay, Deidara. Just quit complaining, all right?”

He sighed, hunching his shoulders, and hefted the prisoner further up on his shoulder, whacking her hard on the back of the head to knock her out and shut her up. The stupid bratty Ice-village princess was immediately quiet. Well, for about two and a half seconds, at which point she started snoring. That wasn’t much of an improvement. For once, he admitted to himself that having Sasori there would be nice. He recalled their last conversation as the group trudged wearily towards the dusty old shack.

“Sasori.”

He had turned, slightly annoyed. “What now, huh? I was just going to go to bed.”

Deidara cleared his throat, scuffing with his shoe at the dirt like a schoolchild. “What you said, earlier, about it not mattering, I was just wondering if…”

The redhead was smiling, genuinely smiling. Now that was new. “If I was angry about it?” Deidara nodded, flushing slightly, a gesture the puppet master did not miss despite the hair covering half his face. “No, I’m not mad. I was just surprised, to tell the truth…” He grinned, baring a few teeth, and leaned forward until his face was only a few inches from his colleague’s. “You’re not a half-bad kisser, actually.”

Deidara looked up, eyes narrowed just so in suspicion.

Sasori’s primal grin faded into a tired smile, and he leaned his head to the side just enough to miss the other’s, until his lips were at his ear. Although he had vocal cords, his breath was not warm, as he only used air to speak (and to breathe, but mostly out of habit), and Deidara relaxed, not having been sure if the body heat would be unbearable, his pride safe. Sasori, on the other hand, was nervous as hell.

“I--" his voice cracked slightly, and he cursed inwardly- “-- I suppose I would make a fairly decent life partner.” He pulled Deidara towards himself, their shoulders just touching, and he lowered his voice further. “Good night.”

The blond man stood there even once his friend was gone, arms dangling limply at his sides, not really looking at anything in particular, trying not to move or break the moment, and continued staring like that long after he had tottered off to bed.

He smiled to himself, remembering how he hadn’t gotten any sleep at all that night, as he had been lying in bed, awake, thinking.

Just thinking.

Then again, he hadn’t gotten much sleep for a while.

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