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Reanimation was one of the dirtiest tricks up Orochimaru's sleeve. He could feel her chakra, though. Even if there was an ere of darkness about it, the blonde could feel his lover's reanimated chakra flowing through the body that the snake and his consort reanimated. Without thought, the blue eyed man ran to her, faster than sound.
Upon further inspection, he could feel his old cohorts beside her, likely all reanimated for the purpose of the battle that was taking place. Though he respected and cared deeply for the red haired puppet man, his target was based off of his own heart. Deep desires that had been mourned in the battle Y/N L/N of the Sand had taken her fall.
The artist hid himself well, first observing the battles before him. Though he never asked for the life of crime that the Akatsuki threw him into, he could recognize some reanimated friends, people he truly respected, fighting as mere puppets for the snake. Even the puppet master had become a puppet himself in the game that Orochimaru played.
His lips curled to a frown, and though he had no reason to jump in between this battle, he felt he must. The young woman's words buzzed around in the artist's head as he stared with his blue eyes, feeling hot tears rising in them. Live for me, my love, he could still hear her voice saying to him as she took her final breaths. Those blue eyes landed upon the y/h/c haired, y/e/c eyed young woman, adorned in the puppeteers garb.
One of his hand mouths made it's way into his bag, drawing in some explosive clay with his chakra. Though he planned not to jump between the fight, albeit a foolish action to partake, he had plans of his own. If he was able to succeed, just maybe he would help the red haired partner he respected, time willing.
Y/N L/N was true art, someone who brought beauty to the world for the short existence that she existed. She believed the same as he, and even in this reanimated state, Deidara watched the young woman weave her temporary art at her opponent.
He needed to create a distraction, a small and beautiful distraction. Within moments, he created a slew of birds to separate the young, reanimated woman from her opponent. Quickly making his way downward without being seen, he tried to corner the young woman.
"Y/N, un!" The blonde called out, his own voice cracking as he called her name out.
Where the whites of her eyes would be, he registered that they were pure black. The y/e/c eyes that he knew popped even more with the blackness around her eyes, though he could feel his heart breaking once more as he cautiously walked forward. The young woman drew back into a fighting stance as she watched him near her. Though she did, no words emitted from her plush lips.
"It's me, un," Deidara tried to reason, his voice almost desperate as he forced his lips to curl upwards into a smile. "Love, let's get away from here, yeah! This isn't your fight!"
"This is what I was brought back to do," the woman countered, summoning the sand she could to create her art. "And if you wish to stand in my way, you will fall victim."
"Y/N, no!" Deidara tried to reason, moving himself from her attack, yet stepping closer to her nonetheless. "You are not a puppet, un. You are Y/N L/N, the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes upon. You are what puts my clay birds to shame. Your y/e/c eyes shimmer with a beauty that is both everlasting and a bang. You are the love of my life, Y/N, un!"
The blonde had not even realized initially that tears were staining down his placid face, though sobs ripped from his throat as he spoke. He moved closer to her, to the point that he could practically touch her by this point. Tears flowing freely, he took the opportunity to engulf the reanimation of his lover in his arms tightly.
Her opponent had come back to the scene to find what was unfolding in front of their eyes, a simply shocked expression against their features. Though for a moment, they stared, they did not attack the young couple. With a choked voice, they spoke, "Son, I'm sure she's gone from this world."
"Y/N can't be gone, un!" He said as he felt the reanimated woman's sand creeping up his legs. His body shook as he held the young woman tightly, sobbing into her shoulder. "She's stronger than this. She can fight this, un. If I can't get her back, I'll kill her myself, so please, go back to your companions, yeah."
The opponent did as he said, shockingly enough. Deidara could feel the sand creeping slower, though he could not stop the tears that rained down from his blue eyes. With choked out words, Deidara continued to try and convince his lover that she was still there. "I left, Y/N," he choked out painfully. "I left and I lived for you, un! We can have that life, together. Freedom, Y/N! Can't you remember what that is like? Let's get away from all this fighting and create a life together. We always talked about getting away from the Akatsuki and getting married, love."
He pushed himself to look her straight in her black and y/e/c eyes, his own blue eye fogged with tears as he gripped her tightly. Staring directly at the young woman, he choked out, "Y/N L/N, will you run away with me, un?" Before he thought to do anything else, maybe even get away from the sand that was engulfing his lower half, he pressed his lips against her own. Though she had merely been reanimated, he noted that the young woman still tasted just like the Y/N he loved.
His lips did not let up as they pressed against her own. He needed her to understand, to return to him. Deidara needed this with all his might, no matter how many tears cascaded down his face as he pressed his lips against her own.
The moment that he felt his heart rise into his throat was the moment that those lips he was forcefully kissing moved in return. Her lips melded into his, starting off cautious and timid, before truly diving into the kiss. Within moments, the sand was no longer crawling his extremities, merely her arms forcing themselves around her.
He pulled back quickly, shock clear in his teary expression to see that those y/e/c eyes were staring right at him. Though she still held black where the white normally would be, she stared at him intently, something of recognition shining in her irises, which he quickly noted. Despite his shock, his lips curled a touch upward as he stared right back at her.
Her voice sounded as if it had not been used in months, a little graveled and cracked as his name slipped off of her lips. "D-deidara?" She said, shock evident in her tone. After his initial nod, he allowed her to continue speaking. "I-I died. I took my last breaths in this world. I b-begged you to go live for me. Why am I alive yet I don't feel a beating heart inside of my chest?"
His hand moved to cup the young woman's cheek, moving a thumb to trace her cheekbone as he did. "You were resurrected using a forbidden jutsu, un," he said in barely above a whisper, his voice cracking from the tears that were slowing on his face. "You, Sasori no Dana, and some of the others were resurrected. I felt your chakra and came as fast as I could, yeah."
Her lips fell to a frown at his words, though her eyes trailed to notice that Deidara no longer adorned the Akatsuki cloak. Lightly upwards her lips curled once more upon her realization. Voice finally gaining more traction as she spoke once more, it showed a sense of fondness about it. "You listened," she spoke softly. "I'm so glad."
"And now," he started, his tears finally subsiding as his lips curled upwards more, "we can live that life together, un."
Y/N's lips dropped back down as she stared at her lover. She could recognize the disappointment upon his face as her own lips drooped, but she forced the words from her lips. "If it's a forbidden jutsu that brought me back , Dei, you know what has to be done ," she replied sullenly. "I would have loved to live a life of freedom with you , and you know that as well as I. My heart no longer beats in my chest. This is no life to live . I'm gone , my love. I will save the others , but everyone who has been brought back must perish once more . Live a long, fulfilling life for me, my love . I will be waiting for you in the one place that Sasori no Dana could argue to be right. We will become eternal together once your time is up. Our souls may live the life we were robbed of."
Deidara could feel his heart tighten in his chest as he listened to every word his reanimated lover spoke. As much as he despised the fact that his lover would not stay in the world of the living, he could not force her to live as a reanimated corpse . Despite his knowledge of this, though, the words still ripped from his throat. "I don't want to lose you again, un!" He exclaimed, pain evident in his tone.
The young woman did not desire to separate from her lover once more either, but it was her turn to reach out to him. Slender fingers stretched out to embed in his long blonde locks, stroking in a comforting manner. Her lips did not form upward once more, the sensation almost dulled with her reanimated state, though she was sure he took comfort of her touch. "We will meet again, Dei," she whispered to him in a comforting tone. "This is not goodbye , simply art in the cosmos. Once I save the others, I beg you to allow me to be your art once more."
One last chaste kiss was shared between the two, though Y/N could not feel his lips in the same way that he could feel the plush lips of her own. Saddened glances were passed between the two, before Y/N was off once more. Y/N aided the shinobi's side in the fight, against her counterparts. Though she was able to snap out of her own trance, she did not wish her previous cohorts to feel the same way that she did, feeling, yet unfeeling. Each death was quick, shinobi clearly confused as to why the young reanimated woman was aiding their side.
To one, she had to call out, "No one deserves to live this way," as they had stopped in place. "I feel no heart beating in my chest, though I bleed for my comrades. Allow me to help you extinguish their flames, to allow them to live eternally outside of the mortal coil. Allow their souls to be free ."
The shinobi understood her pleas, and aided her as much as they possibly could. If she was able to have tears burn in her eyes, she was sure she would be crying for each and every one of her friends. She wanted to cry so badly, knowing she could not stay with her lover, and yet her heart held no beat.
Allies slain once more, she followed her senses back to Deidara. Standing face to face with his lover, her body adorned in the blood of her reanimated allies, her lips grimaced at the young man. Striding towards him carefully, she bit her lip gently.
"The deed is done," she spoke in melancholy, though she could feel the emptiness inside of her. Her soul loved the young man standing in front of her, though the absence of her heart leaping was an unfortunate effect of the reanimation. "Now, I beg of you, allow me to go out once more with a bang ."
The blonde hesitated as he stared at the young woman. His heart was tight, breath hitched in his throat. He wondered if he could truly extinguish the flame of the person he held most dear to his heart as he stepped closer to her. Gentle digits extended outwards, moving to her y/h/c locks as he gently brushed down them.
"I love you, Y/N, un," he whispered to the young woman in front of him, drawing her into his slender arms once more. "You are my everything ."
The reanimated young woman nodded to the blonde, allowing her lips to curl upwards the slightest bit as her eyes did not leave him. "Remember, Deidara," she said, barely above a whisper, "I love you, and I will be waiting for you, the only place I truly believe that art becomes eternal . Live for me, and relish in the bounties of freedom. When your time comes, we will have eternity together."
He allowed each word of hers to seep into his mind, though he felt as if he would burst into tears once more. The young woman in front of him, though, was someone he would never erase from his heart. As his heart tightened with sorrows, he had to choke his words down.
Clay forming a large bird, he allowed it to attach itself to her as he got to a safer place, away from where the blast would take place. "Katsu," he whispered, his voice choking upon the small word that escaped his lips as his hand formed the symbol for the jutsu. His voice dripped of melancholy as tears stained his cheeks, whispering the last words he would say on the matter until the two would meet once again. "Art is an explosion , and you, my love, were the most beautiful , un."