He had to call Itachi first, before he contacted the Hyuuga sisters. What shocked him the most though, was how his best friend reacted to everything Sasori told him over the phone. There was no doubt…no disgust. He didn't even ask if Sasori needed his head examined.
All Itachi said was, 'I'll need to bring Sasuke.'
Sasuke was Itachi's baby brother. He was only eight months old, and since their parents died in a car crash, Itachi had stepped up to care for the baby. And he did a truly amazing job, even dropping down to part-time status at their University to spend more time with Sasuke. And when he did go to class, he brought Sasuke and dropped him off at the day care center they had on campus. It was mainly staffed by high school students looking for extracurricular activities to pad their transcripts with. It had a very good reputation. And wherever Sasuke went, he was always the center of attention
Sasori's apartment was no different.
Sasori had sat Deidara down at his kitchen table before the brothers arrived. The rigor mortis had worn off enough for the blonde boy to bend his knees so he could sit down on the hard wood chair. He was staring blankly ahead at the wall, his mouth slack. No more blood came from it, which was a plus.
"Now…I have friends coming over. Itachi is my closest friend…so please don't spit blood on him…or try to eat him. I'm sorry if this sounds stupid to you but I don't know what you're capable of. He's bringing his baby brother too…don't eat him, either." Sasori said awkwardly as he paced back and forth in front of the table. He watched an emotion flash across Deidara's big blue eyes at the mention of the baby, before they grew dull again.
There was a knock on the door then, and Sasori stared at the door for a moment, before he walked forward and opened it. Deidara remained motionless, staring at the wall. Itachi walked in slowly.
"Are you sure he's not going to…bite?" His voice was low and calculated. He spoke in hushed tones all the time now, from always being with Sasuke. The baby boy liked things to be very quiet. The only time he would ever get fussy was if there was too much noise.
Well, they didn't need to worry about Deidara being too loud. He still hadn't made a sound, but he had noticed the two brothers arrive, because he turned his head towards them. Now…normally, when someone turned their head, it's not frightening at all. But the way Deidara did it sent shivers down Itachi's back. One minute, the blond had been facing the wall. Itachi had looked away to say something to Sasori, and when he looked back, the undead boy was facing them…but they were behind him. He'd turned his head a full 180 degrees.
Itachi nearly dropped the carseat. "My GOD! Sasori…what the?" He was speechless for the first time in his life. Sasori pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I know…you should have seen him earlier. He was spitting up blood everywhere…and he went through rigor mortis. He really is dead. I don't know how it happened, or why he came here. He can't talk; all I've heard him do so far is groan. Like an actual zombie, Itachi. It's so weird. He just…sits there and stares." Sasori explained. The redhead then walked towards the kitchen table and sat down. Itachi looked apprehensive.
"Are you sure it's okay to bring Sasuke-chan in there? He's not going to try and hurt him, is he?" The nineteen-year-old asked nervously as he set the car seat down on the floor and picked up the quiet baby boy. Deidara's eyes widened and he turned his head back around, and the sickening cracks of his spine made Itachi cringe.
As Itachi passed by the boy, Sasuke reached out suddenly, whining desperately. Itachi stopped walking, looking down at his precious baby brother.
"What's wrong, Sasuke?" he asked softly. The infant just whined louder, reaching down until he finally grabbed fistfuls of Deidara's clean tank top, which Sasori had put on him after the incident with the blood. Sasori watched as Deidara's blank eyes filled with life. It was almost like someone had turned the lights on in his head. The redhead looked up at his best friend.
"You're going to think I'm crazy…but put Sasuke in his lap." He said seriously. Itachi's gasped.
"What? Sasori…what if he tries to hurt him?" To say Itachi was nervous would be an understatement. He loved his baby brother more than anything in the world. He would never, ever want to put him in danger. Sasori shook his head.
"He won't, I swear! Just…trust me on this one."
Swallowing a sick feeling that was rising in his throat, he set his small baby brother in Deidara's lap. Sasuke stood on his shaky little legs, using Deidara's shirt for leverage. He looked up at the blond with his big, expressive black eyes and smiled, cooing softly. The corners of Deidara's chapped lips turned upwards slightly. And just then, he did something miraculous. He brought both of his arms up, which alarmed Itachi at first…until he realized that the blonde was now cradling Sasuke so he wouldn't fall off his lap.
He was still staring straight ahead, a sad, far off look in his eye. Paired with the small smile, he looked positively pitiful. As Deidara held him, Sasuke leaned against him, so they were chest to chest. The baby was cooing softly, patting Deidara's shirt soothingly, almost like he knew what was going on. Deidara continued to smile softly, staring at the wall.
When Itachi picked his baby brother back up, it was like all the life was sucked back out of Deidara. His arms fell back to his sides, and his face went slack. Sasuke whined a little bit, but soon cuddled into his big brothers neck and fell asleep. Itachi raised his eyebrows at his best friend.
"What do you suppose that was all about?" He asked, his mind dizzy with possibilities. Why had Sasuke reached out to the boy? Why had he seemed so happy to be in his lap? Itachi stared harder at Deidara as he sat down across the table from him, right in the dead boy's line of sight. It was more than awkward to have those emotionless blue eyes boring through his skull. He racked his brain, thinking hard…and then, as he remembered the way Deidara had cradled his brother, it hit him.
"What did you say his name was again?" Itachi asked Sasori, breaking the silence that hung in the air. Sasori released a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
"Deidara. Deidara Iwa."
Itachi face brightened with realization. "That's it! I know why Sasuke was so happy to see him! He's the kid that watched Sasuke while he was at the Kiddie College at the University! He was on scholarship to go there in the fall! I was the one who filed his paperwork in Admissions!" Itachi explained. Sasori nodded, smiling slightly.
"Yeah. He was going to major in Dance and uh…pyrotechnics, I think. That's what it said in his…in his Obituary." Both young men went silent. Deidara had an obituary. Deidara was dead. And yet…he was sitting at Sasori's kitchen table, staring off into what they suspected was nothingness.
"I guess it's high time we call Hinata and Hanabi." Itachi whispered.