Atopos- I own nothing, but I have this belief that Tobi only goes crazy because he realizes he's no longer going to get sex from Deidara. Yup. Ignore me, just R&R. No flames no matter how much you dislike it.

Pain.

Embarrassment.

Regret.

Anger.

The last two was what Sasori knew he felt. The second was just a bonus and the first just didn't make sense to him. All the feelings were there, though. They all came back in one fall swoop somehow. It was as if someone was letting him feel them all for only that split second, to laugh at him, mock him, make him even madder.

The pain came from who had hurt him. His beloved grandmother. The one who had taught him everything he knew. The one who had showed him how to be a strong ninja. The one who had taken him into her arms and loved him more than life itself… The one who had killed him after a prolonged battle with the puppets he had made as a child. His mother and father. They always had something better to do rather than watch him grow up, but grandmother Chiyo had always been there for him. Surely if he had gotten one hug from her instead of the one that finished him in the end, he would have been happier in losing.

Embarrassment. That one was easy to show. Every ninja felt that at one point in their life. Sasori's came from losing to a retired grandmother and a peppy medical girl. If anyone else saw the battle, they would have laughed at him for being ridiculed so easily. He had lost because his so called 'human emotions' had gotten in the way. He rid himself of them then welcomed them back in the end. That was what did him in. He knew it and accepted it, but he didn't have to be happy about it.

The next was regret. Sasori had let everyone down. In the past it was his parents, then his grandmother and his village, and now his new family. The Akatsuki was going to be furious with him, especially the leader, the older members, and Deidara. All Sasori could see was his quick partner finishing up his match with a proud smile, expecting to see his master just as proud of him, only to find him dead. The surprise would erase all hope Deidara could possibly have for becoming just as popular as Sasori had along with the hopes of having a closer relationship for the future. Sasori had sworn to protect Deidara and create wonderful works of art with him that they could both enjoy… It was but a dream now with Deidara lost in a large world with nothing much else.

Anger didn't come from being killed by his parents, or losing to two women, or even letting his partner down. Anger held the greatest pain he could imagine. The last image had been Deidara in his head as everything swam away from him. Deidara had been his lost childhood, the one he didn't have. The two were so much alike, and Sasori felt like he had to give in to Deidara's childlike impulses. In the end he found there was something – no, someone – who was also interested in Deidara's needs and wants.

In the end, all he could see was that bastard take his ring from his cold, dead, wooden finger.

All he predict for the new future promised to his partner was that the ass was going to take Deidara just as easily.

All he could hear was that prick's voice in his head: "He might have loved you, Sasori-san, but Deidara-sempai will only remember me from now on."

Now Sasori was pissed.

- Atopos