Chapter 4 - Alive

Sasori walked up the dirt road that led up to the door of Deidara's house. It was a very small house, and it was a wonder Deidara could even make his home in those small living quarters. He stepped onto the sagging porch, checking out his surroundings. Then a chill ran through his body, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight. He felt as though he was being watched. He turned around sharply, but there was nobody there. He jumped out of his suspicions, and knocked on the door sharply. After the third knock, the door opened. But nobody opened the door. As he entered, clay fell to the ground, and he felt as though the scar on his arm was being opened again: He had gotten that scar when he was a child, from a kunai not meant for him. He looked at it carefully. There was no blood.
Everyone makes mistakes at times
It's not something embarrassing
Don't waste these scars
Keep on going laughing, and it'll all be good
He walked quietly through the house, hoping that at every corner he would see Deidara's face. But he didn't. He did come to a room with a closed door. He could hear sobbing coming from inside. He took a silent breath, and pushed the door open.
That's right, breathe in a silent breath
Look to the vast sky, jump in
Take a break once in a while when it rains
Let the wind take the destination
All the regrets you carry
Can't let these scars go to waste
Carve an emblem into your arm, lets go as long as we love
That's right, from here on is the Show Time
The door silently swung back on its hinges as he entered silently. He had mastered the technique of silence long ago, so the kneeling boy beside the bed didn't hear him. He took a while to check out his surroundings, as he had done on the porch. This room was desolate and silent, save for his breathing and the sobbing of the boy. He could see drops of red liquid splashed on the floor and a kunai knife in Deidara's hand. In his other hand, he held...a picture. A simple polaroid picture...of him and somebody else...somebody that looked exactly like Sasori??
Ah like the past that lives in this fading polaroid picture
Just like the days we hung out
We searched for a place so we can sit in the sun
We fought every day like this The one step you gotta take for your desire
A real fight for yourself Let's sing this song forever in this place
Everyone makes mistakes at times
It's not something embarrassing
Don't waste these scars
Keep on going laughing, and it'll all be good
Sasori could tell it wasn't him though. The eyes were a bit different, but other than that, if that person were here in real life, nobody would be able to tell him apart from the other boy. Then he saw what was on the bed beside Deidara. Was that really was he thought it was? But there was no denying it. There was a corpse placed on the bed beside him, but the shocking thing was that it was him. There were no wounds on it, and its eyes were open, as though it had died recently. Then as he watched in fear and amazement, Deidara got up, and, with tears still dripping from his eyes, he made some hand seals and the body detonated silently. Was this a dream?
Morning dawn tells you the beginning Between the borders of dream and reality
What's Say until the day my voice dies away
Keep on trucking Another Day
All aboard ready to go Develop a single road yeah
Soon flowers bloom along the way And will spread its wing toward the future
Reality burdens real heavy but go for the top Like a No Culture
A monkey can only be a monkey Oh
One can only be himself Yeah
Before you worry about tomorrow with your head down
Be what you wanna be today
Rebirth, today's a fine day I've got nothing to worry for
Deidara stopped. The whole scene froze. Silence had never before seemed so loud. And he knew it was all reality. Then the blonde turned around slowly, and Sasori got that sudden chill again. Deidara faced him, with tearstains on his face, and a bloody kunai in one hand. His breathing was shallow, and he wasn't like himself at all. Sasori's sharp eyes saw that there was a bloody cut on his arm, a sacrifice.
"What do you want?"
The voice wasn't Deidara's voice at all. This voice was trembling, seemed ready to kill or be killed the next moment.
"Deidara...what did you do? You just killed someone!"
"Oh no...I didn't kill anyone...they were already dead!"
"But that was...me!"
"You're still alive aren't you?"
"Yea but..."
Reality had never seemed so harsh before.
Reality leans heavy on me
And it's torturing me
Nothing comes easy
I know that well enough
"Why did you...do that?"
"You don't understand...you wouldn't want to listen to me anyway..."
"Why wouldn't I want to listen to you?"
"Because...well...I may seem real...I may draw blood...but...according to the past...I don't exist."
"So are you getting revenge on other people just because of that??"
"No...the person...I just destroyed...well..."
"It looked exactly like me!"
"It WAS NOT YOU. That person had the ability to even turn sadness into a wind, but they didn't always do that for others."
Everyone makes mistakes at times
It's not something embarrassing
Don't waste these scars
Keep on going laughing, and it'll all be good
With all the regrets I've gone through
I'll be a person with taste
Even turn sadness into a wind
Keep on going strong, and it'll all be good
"Then who was he?"
"He was a reminder from the past. Nobody of special importance. Somebody...that...was evil. Liked to torture me, for endless hours...but now it's all over...but somehow I just can't forget..."
That's right, breathe in a silent breath
Look to the vast sky, jump in
Take a break once in a while when it rains
Let the wind take the destination
All the regrets you carry
Can't let these scars go to waste
Carve an emblem into your arm, lets go as long as we love
That's right, from here on is the Show Time
"Well...just tell me...who was he?"
Deidara's breathing grew silent. In the falling gloom, Sasori could barely see the other middle school student. Then he heard a laugh echo around the room.
"Deidara, that's not funny!" Sasori said, suddenly creeped out. He groped forward into the falling twilight, and found nobody. There was nobody in the room except him. Then an eerie voice said, "He was nobody. If it makes you feel any better, the body was never really there. And you did not see what just happened, because you aren't here."
Suddenly Sasori woke up in his own bed. He gasped for air, thinking it was all just a bad dream. But then he saw that he had dust on his clothes, and he knew that that was no dream. It was all...reality.

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