I know it's been forever since I've updated this, but this is the last chapter, so no more long waiting.

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Deidara slowly came into awareness but didn't open his eyes yet. He knew he wasn't outside anymore, or at least was in some shade, because he couldn't feel the sun burning down on him at the moment. He opened his eyes, and looked around, noticing his partner sitting right behind him.

"Where-"

"We're in Hiruko," Sasori answered, glaring down at him. Deidara looked away.

"Why are you angry un?" He asked quietly.

"Didn't I tell you to let me know if you needed a break?"

"Well-"

"Why didn't you?" he cut him off.

"I didn't want to waste any time un…." He murmured. Sasori sighed, shaking his head lightly. Deidara started to sit up, but Sasori pushed him back down, frowning.

"You're still pretty sick brat, just get some more rest," he said.

"…Danna… I'm thirsty un…." Sasori looked at him for a few seconds before taking the canteen out of his pouch and helping his partner sit up.

"Here," he handed the water to the blonde, keeping a hand on his back to support him.

"Thanks un," Deidara handed the water back to Sasori, laying back down

"How… much longer till we reach… the base un?" the blonde asked, beginning to feel sleep overtake him.

"Just a few more days," Sasori answered. He dug around in his pouch, pulling out a blanket and draping it over his partner. "Now get some rest." But by then Deidara was already fast asleep.

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Sasori didn't always understand his partner. Sometimes Deidara could be like a whiny little kid, like when he was bored or tired of walking. Yet other times, he would try to tough it out no matter how much he needed to take a break. It was times like that he truly didn't understand the blonde. Why would he complain over small things then try to hide what really mattered.

He supposed it had something to do with pride. He knew Deidara respected him and wanted to get respect in turn as a fellow artist. Maybe he just didn't want to look weak. But that didn't make it okay. If the situation were ever to be severe enough, the blonde could end up dying as a result of his pride.

"Hey danna."

He looked down at his partner, not knowing he had woken up until he spoke. "What is it brat?"

"I'm hot un."

"We're in the desert; there isn't much I can do about that." Deidara looked down sadly and Sasori sighed rolling his eyes. He pulled out a small towel and poured a small amount of the water from the canteen onto it before folding it into a rectangle and placing it on his partner's forehead. The blonde smiled, closing his eyes.

"Thanks un."

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Deidara was beginning to get on Sasori's nerves. He was still too sick to travel, but not too sick to talk the redhead's ear off. So here Sasori was, trapped with his annoying blonde partner, rambling about his 'art.' Sasori was about to go crazy.

"I don't know why you won't agree with me danna. I guess your puppets could be considered almost cool, at least for battle, but most of them are just plain ugly un. Nowhere near as artistic as my explosions," Deidara said, shaking his head.

"Brat, shut up right now before I throw you out," Sasori growled.

"But danna-"

"I mean it."

"Jerk." Deidara was promptly kicked out of Hiruko.

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After less than an hour Sasori grudgingly had to allow Deidara back into Hiruko and already the blonde was back asleep. It reminded Sasori that his partner was still pretty sick. But thankfully they had made it out of the desert by now and were only about a day's trip from the base.

He looked down at his sleeping partner and sighed quietly, rolling his eyes. 'The brat sure does know how to get in trouble,' he thought. But once they got back to the base, it wouldn't take long for Deidara to get back to his normal hyper annoying self.

'I can't wait,' Sasori thought sarcastically.