Dear You pg17

The phone rang. Mom and I raced to it, but she beat me and picked it up first. "Hello?" she asked, sticking her tongue out at me. When whoever was on the other line said something, her eyes widened and she handed it to me with a smile.

"Deidara?" the heavenly voice inquired. I replied with a, "Sasori! Yeah, it's me."

"Uh..." There was a strange crackling noise on the other end of the phone. Sasori hesitated for a moment and said, "C-Can you come over?"

"Sure. What's wrong?" Something told me he was crying. Maybe he wanted to see me in person, give me a huge hug, and tell me that he wanted to get back together. My stomach was filled with butterflies. After another moment of silence, he replied, "Just come over. As soon as you can. Granny's not home - I'll leave the door open for you. Just come straight to my room."

"Moving a bit fast, aren't you?"

There was a long beep indicating that he had hung up. I did the same and told Mom that I was going to see Sasori and I wasn't sure when I'd be back. She didn't question me.

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I stepped through the threshold of Sasori's house and pulled the door shut behind me. It was eerily silent and none of the lights were on. I did as told and walked straight to his room, knocking on the door only once. The knob turned and the door cracked open slightly. All I could see was his eye and some of his face. I now decided that he was acting weird. And his bloodshot eyes indicated that he either had been crying, or he hadn't been sleeping.

"Thanks for coming..." he said, looking around as if to check that I hadn't been followed. His face disappeared as he opened the door from behind. I walked in and turned around to look at him as he shut the door. When he turned to face me, I felt as if the breath had been knocked out of me.

He was covered in blood.

"What happened!?" I breathed. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears (for probably more than the first or second time today) and replied hoarsely, "Open the c-closet."

I hurried over to his closet. I noticed that the puppets of his parents were no longer inside it, but sitting next to the closed door. I jumped back when I noticed that I was standing in a crimson stain that was splattered on the floor.

"I think I'd rather not open the closet, to be honest..." I whispered. I looked at him and he just stared back at me, so I turned to the closet again and turned the knob slowly. I yanked the door back.

In the closet was none other than Hidan, gore covering his chest. Or more like... Hidan's corpse. He lay on the floor - sprawled - as if his body had been recklessly tossed inside. I fought the urge to vomit and said, unable to remove my gaze from the wound on his heart, "Did you... do this...?"

I finally ripped my stare from Hidan's body and looked at Sasori, who fell to his knees and began sobbing (most likely as he had when he cried all those years ago). "Yes, I did!" he wailed loudly. "It just happened! Just like with Mother and Father!"

"How the hell did you get him in your house?" I asked. He let out another choked sob and answered, "I-I saw him walking... down the street from your house. All I had to do was tell him to come in, that I wanted to talk to him about... you. He believed me, and I led him in here, then I...!"

He didn't finish his sentence. All he could do was let his uncontrollable tears fall to the floor, like a waterfall. I didn't know what to do; Surely I shouldn't support his decision - he technically was a murderer - but for some reason, it seemed right. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him, giving him the hug I had so desired when I was on the phone. He wrapped his arms around my waist and said, "I was gonna call you... I was gonna tell you I w-wanted to get back together. But it just... all happened so suddenly..."

"It's alright." I planted a loving kiss on his cheek and let him continue to cry over my shoulder, ignoring the fact that my shirt was almost soaked.

"It's not alright!"