DISCLAIM IT: I don't own. Damnit.

Pairing: SasoriDeidara

Warnings: Angst. MM

A/N: This'll be a collection of oneshots, starring our favorite Akatsuki members: Deidara and Sasori!

So I figured out that I'm not exactly meant to be writing long-term fics, but that's okay. I'll just write oneshots until…yeah, I get my ADD out of the way.

Rain

Sasori hated the rain.

For as long as he could remember, he loathed the life-giving droplets that fell from the skies. As a child, he knew that water wasn't to be treated lightly. That water wasn't just your friend, but also your lover.

Your everything.

He, even then, refused to play out in the rain like other children. He flat out refused to tell his Chiyo-baa why, because shouldn't she already know herself? Shouldn't she know that the rain was precious, that one should cherish it while it lasted; not waste it on anything?

Did she not realize that the rain was fleeting in its beauty?

Sasori hated it.

There were nights in the Akatsuki Base, when the rain was a constant outside the stone halls. It made Sasori tired and nostalgic.

He didn't want to see it or hear it. Not even when he walked or traveled for missions—he did his best to avoid it all. Even when his best partner left, and the new recruit, Deidara was initiated; he hated it. He and Orochimaru had never particularly gotten along, but that was fine, they did their missions well and never argued. He was fine with that.

But that night Orochimaru left, it had rained. The night Sasori left Suna, rained. The night that Deidara had been initiated, rained.

Sasori hated it.

The way it smelled, sounded, looked, felt—he all hated it.

And oh, how he loathed it even more, as those beautiful, fat droplets leaked from silver-blue eyes. How they would trail down smooth and unblemished cheeks, making their way to a beautifully pale collar bone--

He hated it.

When warm arms would embrace him in the dead of the night, and the words, "Love you danna," whispered into his ears--

He hated it.

Sasori hated how Deidara could make him feel so alive, how when the blond would stroke his hair, he'd lean back into that soft touch. He hated it when Deidara would run curious fingertips around his body, appraising him as if he were a jewel. He hated it, he hated it!

But the night Deidara stole his way into Sasori's bed, pinned him down onto the firm mattress and kissed him silly--

Well that was okay. Sasori didn't mind.

That rainy night, in Deidara's arms, he found that he didn't exactly hate the rain that much. That it could be noisy and loud if it wanted to. It could trail down Deidara's cheeks, as he whispered, "Love you danna." That it could do anything it absolutely wanted to—it could even trail down his cheeks, as he snuggled back into his partner's body.

It was okay, so long as he was in Deidara's arms.

His precious person.

His everything.

A/N: Le gasp! THE ANGST ! -Sob-