Quiet. That was how Sasori liked it. He had liked it quiet ever since the tragedy that had left him an orphan. Here, on the roof, was the only place Sasori could find the quiet he loved so much. It wasn't technically a roof, since it was a forest growing over their cave that served as a hideout, but it was quiet, and that was all that mattered to Sasori.

Quiet. That was how Sasori hated it. He had hated it to be quiet ever since the day that he realized his mind wandered when it was quiet. Here, on the roof, Sasori had to face that fear. It made him stronger. Colder, but stronger. He could sit among the trees and look up at the stars in the quiet darkness, battling everything. He loved being alone, yet he hated it too. It caused him pain but it made him stronger, and that was all that mattered to Sasori.

Quiet. That was how Sasori needed it. He had needed it to be quiet ever since he had seen Deidara. He didn't understand why, but for some reason, he didn't hate Deidara like he hated everyone else. His cold, empty nights that he couldn't sleep through suddenly weren't seeming so bad anymore. The long, gray hours of work weren't so terrible now with someone to talk to. Puppet after puppet, Deidara still stayed to talk to him. Deidara didn't cringe as Sasori slaughtered, cruelly, without a backwards glance. Deidara didn't shrink from Sasori when he figured out his danna was a puppet. Deidara was the only one who could actually accept Sasori for who he was, not what he was.

Quiet. That was what Sasori had had enough of. It was time for him to go back to the hideout, back into the arms of a certain blonde that was sure to be waiting for him. Even quiet couldn't compare with the gorgeous blue-eyed artist. Sasori had been wrong. Everything wasn't meant to be eternal. The quiet would always be here for him, but Deidara wasn't eternal. Sasori was going to go back to Deidara while he still could. Maybe tomorrow he would tell Deidara what he thought, what he felt every time he walked by, how his heart fluttered every time his partner smiled. Maybe tomorrow, there would be less quiet between them.

After all, quiet wasn't meant to be eternal.