Awakening, reunion

Part three...
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Sasori awoke. Just that simple thing was enough to make him wonder. He was breathing, not fresh air, he noted, and could feel the cracked ground underneath him. Since when could he properly do either of those?

He pushed himself up on two arms, immediately noticing a change in the air; it was purer, fresher. Tiny rocks fell off his bare, soft chest, and he realized he’d been sleeping on the ground, but how? Wasn’t he dead? He opened his eyes, but only one could see. Horror and fear taking hold of him, he rushed a hand to his left eye, only to meet something soft, light and familiar.

Hair. Hair was hanging in front of his face. Threads of sunlight woven into a material so divine, it seemed to brighten the word around him. Like a moth flocking to light, his happiness, and slight fear for the unknown, came back to him in an even stream. He brushed it away, meeting metal instead. His heart rate increased, causing something most peculiar to happen.

His hand licked his chin.

It suddenly dawned on him. Slowly, he pulled the hand away to look at it. It was a mouth. On his palm. As far as he knew, only one body, belonging to one person, had that. He carefully turned the hand, eyes tearing up as he studied the slim, but powerful, fingers, nails painted black as if evil lived in his fingertips, tracing every scar with his surely blue eyes, knowing they made out the hand that he had been asking for at death’s doorstep.

He could always trust his lover to save him.

The thought brought a rare smile to his face, and he brought the hand to his face, ignoring the splatter of blood. He’d always longed being as close to Deidara as possible, and finally, his dream was true.

He was inside of Deidara.
Their souls were fused into one body.
They were no longer skin and blood’s length apart.

Taking a shaky breath, he lay back down, this time on his, Deidara’s, back, taking his time to feel every crook and cranny of the human body, a tear of happiness finally rolling down his cheek. He’d never ever felt a sensation that strong before; the emotional explosion was overwhelming, like a ten feet wave of lukewarm water hitting knocking him off his feet, washing him away from shore and to somewhere safe, where nothing but his lightheaded feeling of happiness mattered.

“Danna?”

His body sat up, and his eyes blinked in confusion, searching for something he didn’t know what was. Controlled panic took over as the dark hand of fear clenched around his heart. He looked down at the empty cylinder, where his heart had been kept for all too long, where blood stained each wall and the ground around it. 'I can’t feel his presence,' his own thoughts told him, with a voice that only one person dominated. 'It’s too heavy, where is he?'

“Oh god, what have I done?”

A pang of raw want ran through Sasori, as the need to touch his lover increased tenfold. Stronger than when he saw him bestowed with luck, stronger than when he saw him hurt, stronger than when they made love, and became one, unified and oblivious to anything but each other and the feelings they shared.

“I’m here.”

The blue eyes widened, frozen open. A hand was brought up to his lips, and another thought ran through him. 'I’ve gone insane,' this new thought said. 'Without Sasori, I’m going insane.'

“You’re going to do fine, brat.” Deidara’s mouth had moved again, and he seemed just as surprised. Then again, he couldn’t be blamed. “I am here, fool. I’m not letting you fall into a deeper sorrow just like that.”

This seemed to make the blonde realize, and relief was what they felt now. There was a long silence, and with every second ticking by, with every speck of dust that had risen, hitting the ground, their realization grew bigger. A crooked smile made its way over their face, and blonde hair floated around their knees as they drew their legs to their chest, two separate souls in one body swirling into an embrace, emotionally stronger, closer and more fulfilling than ever before.

Hearty laughter echoed in the hollow place, now filled with the presence of two.

They didn’t need words.

They were one.