If...my eyes shut...will you be able to open them again?
--- World of Izaya ---
At least he was breathing.
Sasori counted the rises and falls of Deidara's chest under his breath as Kakuzu slowly, carefully, stitched the gaping hole in the blonde's chest shut. Deidara's hand was held limply in his own, the fingers much too cold and delicate.
The room was almost silent, except for the mutterings of Kakuzu as he pulled the bloody flesh together and the almost inaudible whispers of Deidara's breathing. The windows were shut tightly, and the room was dim, not quite dark.
Sasori could feel the room humming with ghosts, though, drawn by his dying friend. Sasori was a dreamwalker, a spirit seer, and he knew in another world, another life, he also had a Deidara, a more deranged one, and that one was not about to die, like this one.
This world, he knew, was different from that other Sasori's, the one who was him but wasn't. Everyone here had a power, one or two things that they, and only they, could do. Killing here came often; someone jealous of another's gift, or a quarrel with the wrong person.
It was the way of life, and death, and it was because of these power's that this Sasori was holding onto this Deidara's hand. This world gifted everyone who lived here with some strange thing, but out of the millions, if not billions of people who populated the globe, Sasori knew a few people with the strongest of these powers. They included him and his three friends, but there were more of these people here, that they had yet to meet.
...But their powers were always getting in the way, like his dreaming, Kakuzu's healing, Deidara's fire, Konan's paper....it caused them more harm then good, especially for a fire-child like the blonde.
"They were jealous," Sasori mumbled, tracing a scar on his friend's arm with one finger, and Kakuzu hummed in reply, pulling the needle through again, tugging at it to make sure it was completely through.
"Our powers are stronger than other peoples, Sasori," the miser murmured. The other world had a Kakuzu, but he was more irritable and bad tempered than this one. They were missing someone though...the only one for Kakuzu, tone of the six names Sasori knew but never remembered.
"Same as in the other worlds," the red head said softly. Kakuzu just sighed and shook his head, tying a knot in the thread.
"There are no other worlds, Sasori," he said firmly, tucking the spool and needle into his pocket. "There's only Here. There's only Izaya."
Sasori shook his head, watching Deidara's pale face sadly. A cut dug into one side of his friend's face, a mark of what his power had given him. "How do you know? I'm the dreamwalker and spirit seer."
Kakuzu shrugged, cracking his neck. "Sure, all I have is a healing power, yes. But I don't think there is anything else, Sasori. Our powers would destroy it, won't they?"
Sasori didn't reply, and Kakuzu took that as his cue to leave. A thin stream of light darted across Deidara's face as the door open and shut. Deidara's face was too pale, Sasori decided. He knew he himself was pale, but Deidara was tanned. He shouldn't be as white as he was.
Bending over until mere centimeters separated their lips, he whispered, "It's because of what we are...this world..."
Deidara shifted, turning his head to the side slightly, and Sasori smiled gently, not moving away just yet. "It is because in this world..." he murmured, stroking Deidara's hair, "I am useless. I'm not in the other one, you know....I save you there, instead of having it the other way around..."
Deidara whimpered, his hand tightening in Sasori's. The red head sighed, leaning forward and pressing his lips to his friend's gently, trying to convey what he couldn't say in either world. "I'll say it..." he mumbled against Deidara's warm lips. "One day, I swear I will."
The ghosts hummed as Sasori sat up, wiping his forehead. "We're not completely gathered here," he told his sleeping friend, his cheeks flushed. "When we are...then you'll know what I can't say..."
"Sasori!" Kakuzu called, his voice muffled by the closed door. "Konan wants to know what you want for dinner!"
Sasori stood up with a loud sigh, tilting his head to stare at his friend. "When we're all here..." he whispered, "Then you'll know."
There are worlds...and not worlds. Which one...are we in?
Author's Comment: Another series.
Anyone want me to continue this, or do you not like it?