A/N: My seven sins take on pride, the pairing is SasoDei!

Disclaimer: I don't own this series.

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Almost all of Sasori was puppet. He was immortal, just like his art. Eternal and everlasting. Hardly any part of him could feel any pain anymore and he begrudged the one part that could. His heart. That traitorous organ that the brat had so effectively captured.

He wasn't sure when or how it had happened, but it had. He started noticing the little things at first. Like how his eyes lingered on the blond for longer than it was necessary to confirm his presence, and how his heart seemed to flutter when Deidara would smile or grin unnecessarily.

He had tried to ward these feelings away by insulting and belittling Deidara as much as possible but he had failed. The one-thing Akasuna no Sasori had failed at. His infatuation (he refused to call it love, no matter how clear it was) drove him crazy.

Sometimes Sasori thought that Deidara knew about his feelings. The way he would look at him and smile made Sasori feel as though Deidara knew exactly what was going on in his mind. And sometimes Sasori thought that Deidara felt the same. Deidara would often look at him with a look that was a mix between condescending and concern. How Deidara pulled two such emotions Sasori would never know. Sasori often wondered what it would be like to have Deidara say those three little words to him…

But he would say them himself. No matter how much it killed him on the inside, he wouldn't do it. It would too hard to accept that he had been wrong about Deidara. It would be too hard to take the teasing of the other members.

So no matter how much his heart fluttered and his eyes lingered, he would never say it.

He was too damn proud.

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