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This was part of a little fanficcy thing...
It's kind of like, Deidara was little when he entered the akatsuki, so Sasori and the akatsuki raised hims.... Oh, god, I was crying!
NOT MINE... This persons.
Sasori stayed silent for a moment as he stared down at the boy, before opening his mouth to speak, “Your…Mothers’ name?” He asked questioningly. “Why would you name a cat after your mother?”
“Because she loved me…” The boy said quietly, “She protected me from daddy.” His eyes lowered again, “But then she left…” He spoke in short sentences, as if the topic was hard to talk about. Sasori understood, but he needed to know more about this kid.
“What do you mean, left?” He couldn’t help but ask as the blonde looked back up at him, the memories clearly displayed in his mind.
“Deidara!” The voice of his mother squealed out of delight as he took his first step, emerging from his crawling habit. “Come to mommy deidara, you can do it!” She spoke again, laughing quietly as she held her arms out towards him, tossing the blonde hair much like Deidara’s out of her face, tucking it behind her ear to give the slightest flash of piercing blue eyes. The smile on her face was welcoming, loving.
Deidara had taken another shaky step towards his mother, giggling happily untill he lost his balance, his tiny arms flailing around slightly as he let out a small squeak- only to land in the safety of his mothers arms.
“Ohhh!” She laughed, hugging her son tightly, “You were almost there sweetie!” She said as she pulled away from him slightly, poking his nose gently, earning another small giggle from him. “Mommy’s so proud of her big boy.” She said as she kissed his cheek, picking him up and placing him back inside of the small playpen where the boy would quietly keep to himself until his father returned home.
The days seemed perfect as the three lived together, like a normal family. But as Deidara grew older, so did his father. As Deidara grew older, he grew wiser, even if it just was by a couple of years.
As his father grew older, he grew less loving than when he was first born.
When the boy had turned 5, his father wasn’t even home for his birthday. He was always out at the bars, doing his own form of ‘celebration’, while his mother was left to keep the boy company, and to assure him that his father loved him, even if he doesn’t show it. Deidara didn’t buy the story one bit.
Because that same night, his father had come home, completely wasted.
That night, he learned what true pain was.
The way his father smacked his mother around while he was locked in his room, silent tears rolling down his face. He could hear her whimpers of pain emitting through his doorway. His tiny fists clenched, and the next thing he new he was running at his father, “Let momma go!” He yelled as he tried his hardest to inflict some sort of pain on the older man.
But the next thing he knew, a foot connected with his stomach, and he was doubled over from pain, darkness surrounding his vision, the last thing he saw was his mother laying next to him, in the same heap of pain he was in.
Only she still had that same smile on her face, the one he had grown accustomed too through the years. “Everything will be okay, Deidara…” Were the last words he had heard come from her mouth before he was completely unconscious.
He awoke the next morning to the sounds of screaming and yelling. He didn’t know what was going on, but it was mostly coming from his fathers mouth. The next thing he knew, he was being gathered up into his mothers arms, and they were walking- he didn’t know where or why, but as long as he was away from his father, he didn’t care.
“Deidara…” His mother spoke again, her voice was straining to keep that same motherly tone, “You have to run. As far away from here as you can.” She sounded panicked, she knew that if his father found him, his life would be a living hell. He never loved Deidara, hell, he never wanted a child. So why would he want Deidara back? Just to torture him, blame him for everything that had gone wrong in his life.
Deidara didn’t understand, he didn’t want to be separated from his mother. “Momma…” His voice came out in a small whimper, “You’re coming too, right?”
She looked down at her son, a pained look on her face, thinking of all the years she would miss watching her baby boy grow into a man.
“Momma, un?” He asked again, a few tears trickling down his face.
“I’m sorry, Deidara…” She whispered, holding him tightly, “Mommy…Can’t come with you…” She kissed his head apologetically, kneeling down, setting him down. The look on her sons face was heartbreaking, she never wished this on any other mother. She heard footsteps, they were far away for sure, but if they stayed like this, things would get ugly, very quickly.
“Mommy loves you, Deidara.” She whispered as she intertwined her hand with the blondes’ small, child one, “She loves you very much, and don’t you ever forget that.” She kissed his forehead, running a hand through his messy blonde hair, “We’ll see each other again, I promise.” She said as she gave her son one last hug, before sending him off. She knew he could make it on his own, and she was sure that he would find someone to take care of him just as well as she did, and that when she met him again, he would be a grown, young man, ready to face the world for what it really was.
The blonde felt tears welling in his eyes again, quickly wiping them away as his story was finished, leaving Sasori speechless. To think, that only a couple of weeks ago, when he picked the boy up from the streets, that had happened.
He knew now that he had to raise this boy right, as if he wasn’t already, anyways. Because if he didn’t, surely Deidara’s mother would hunt him down from wherever it was she was hiding, and rip every puppet part of his body off and burn them into ashes.
…And he didn’t want that, he really didn’t.
“I know…I’m not your mother, Deidara.” Sasori spoke, smiling gently, “I never will be. But I promise you, I’ll do anything in my power to keep you safe, to make sure that you’ll never have to go through that again.” He hugged the boy tightly, “Teach you everything I know about life…” He finished, shrugging his cloak off, placing it around the boys shivering form, seeing as though nighttime had begun to roll around as the evening breeze rolled in.
Deidara smiled brightly up at Sasori, his tears vanishing, “I know, un!” He said excitedly, “You can be my new daddy! And then when momma comes back, you and her can get married and we’ll live in a big house, and…” He rambled on, explaining his own views, as if he had his future already planned out.
Sasori laughed, ruffling the boys hair, “One thing at a time kid, one thing at a time. Unfortunately, I don’t think your mother would marry someone like me.” He smiled as the boys features fell, “But I promise, when she returns, we’ll still see eachother, even if we’re not living every day together, alright?”
Deidara nodded fiercely, smiling happily. “Good….Because if I didn’t get to see you, things would be really boring, even if I did have momma…” He rambled on again, his tiny arms wrapping around the older mans body, snuggling into him. “You’re much better than my other daddy…”
And then the boy spoke three words he had never said to his own father.
I love you.
Sasori felt something practically burst in the cavity of his wooden chest. Something he had never felt before, the way the boy was so attached to him, how he trusted him, even if they just met on the street.
The way he treated him as if he were his true father. It made him feel like he was something more than just a pile of wooden parts put together, forced into battle and missions whenever ordered.
Yes, surely Deidara could teach him something about life as well.
 Abstractic · Sun Aug 12, 2007 @ 01:10am · 1 Comments |
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