Title: Forever damnation
Summary: And you shall haunt my mind until the end of time. Forever damnation never seemed so blissful.
Pairing: Sasori x Deidara
Warnings: No explicit yaoi, probably some shonen-ai-ish stuff and some language
Series of oneshots.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, because if I did, Sakura and Sasuke would suffer painful deaths for killing the two most awesome characters, and Akatsuki would obviously rule the planet xD

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One represents their own art.

That’s what Sasori always taught Deidara.

“I am my own greatest masterpiece.” Is what he would tell him.

When the blonde first found out about the redhead having turned his body into a puppet’s, he had been pretty shocked.

Why the hell would a person go so far for obtaining immortality?

But it wasn’t just for immortality, he soon found out.

It was for everlasting beauty. The masterwork of his collection.

It was to prove the world what true art was.

Deidara thought back to the day Sasori taught him that, as he wiped the sweat and blood off his face. He taught back to that as he faced the young Uchiha, glaring at him with hatred carved in his eyes. The Sharingan glowering back at him, mocking him ever so loathsome.

Sasori had taught him so much about art, and the blonde had created his very own, unique style.

And now some brat came along, thinking he could outdo his art.

This was ridiculous… He was way better than that Sasuke guy.

He couldn’t lose…not to him…not to the Sharingan…

He’d prove him, and the whole world, that his art was superior and it would get the praises it deserved.

Wasn’t that what the redhead had also taught him? That one’s art was what they were, what they stood for, something so important one could die for it?

It was why Deidara had turned himself into a living bomb after all.

He’d prove Sasori’s definition of art wrong. Art was fleeting; that one, short moment, in which his life would be blown into oblivion, that was true art.

He’d prove to his danna he’d been completely wrong all along.

And in order to do that, he had turned himself into his own greatest masterpiece.

Just like Sasori taught him.

And when his body would explode, he’d scar the earth forever and everyone would see that brief moment of utter beauty as he vanished from this world.

Because one’s greatest masterpiece was yourself.

That’s what Sasori no danna taught him.