"The Third Wheel", fanfiction Requested by Deiama4ever

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the tiny winy potato characters in this ff! Masashi Kishimoto does!
Warnings: Comfort and sad, unanswered love! Self-harm, homosexuality and character death.
Pairings etc: Sasodei(MAIN), Itadei. AU modern world. Threeshot.

Summary: Sasori's love to Deidara has always been unrequited. If he ever had 0,0001% chance on him, it vanished the day Deidara and Itachi got engaged. He's destined to be the third wheel, forever. Or, at least he thought so...

The First Wheel

People had never been one of his favorite things. Weak, pathetic and so incredibly boring.

Humans... They were all so terribly demotivating. They were all the same. He had lived for 19 very long years, but all he ever saw were the same people, over and over and over again... Rudely intruding his life and privacy. Honestly, Sasori would prefer to live his life alone. It would let his mind stay at peace; No one and nothing to bother him. No one convincing him to go shopping with a 'ladyfriend'.

Sometimes, he wondered how he could be such an idiot. What would you do if you were him, and Konan asked you to 'Go out for Christmas-shopping'?

'You need to improve your social skills, Sasori!', she'd say. 'You have to get out of that apartment of yours! Your skin could need some sunlight! Oh, speaking of sunlight, I really need to buy some sunscreen.'

Who in the heavens bought SUNSCREEN in the middle of December anyways? It was a mystery to him. Many things in Sasori's life was a mystery.

Why were there so many uninteresting people in his life? And why did they want to spend time with him? His friends... Sure, he might 'like' them, a little bit. Konan, Kakuzu, Hidan, Kisame... He wasn't a jerk. He did... Care.

But he didn't want them to bother him. They were uninteresting.

They were unpassionate.

There was one person though... Out of around 7 billion people walking on this earth... There was one, only one person Sasori wanted to be bothered by. One person Sasori knew, passionate enough to stand out. He was determined, full of life and energy... His mind always filled with new ideas and creativity. The words he spoke always painted with both passion and life; When he opened his mouth, everything he said found new meaning. He did things in a way no other person could do... Different humans had never been unique in Sasori's eyes. But he? He was so unique. He was so amazing. So admirable.

He was... He was the love of Sasori's life.

And he was so taken.

Literally, he was engaged. Belonged to someone else.

The day Sasori first met Deidara, he had disliked him. The loud voice and the ridiculously long hair... It was too much. He was just too much, for Sasori. Too long hair, too loud, too emotional, too energetic and way too confident. But Sasori soon realized those things made him... Fantastic.

They made him Deidara.

Whenver the two of them discussed their very loved hobby, art, Deidara would stand up. Move his hands, his arms. Expressions changing. His tone switching constantly, his eyes narrowing, closing, widening, matching the intense discussion. He was so passionate. And Sasori adored it. He wasn't like the others; He truly meant everything he did and everything he said.

He was honest.

And for Sasori, who hated lies, honesty meant a lot.

Getting to know him had proved to be so much fun. So great, so interesting. Always something new to learn and hear from him... Their friendship had been Sasori's first real one. Not that he would ever admit it, but Deidara was the only one he had allowed to sleep over at his apartment... A huge deal, okay?

Yes. Their friendship had been great.

Until the annoying feelings arrived.

At first, it had just been an innocent crush.

After that, love.

Suddenly he was in love with his best friend.

But after that... He had just felt like a third wheel.

"Sasori!?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Sasori looked up from the snow-covered ground. His hands were being kept warm in the pockets of his coat, and he was not going to take them out just to wave at her... She seemed to be looking for him, but Konan should be smart enough to find a red mess of hair in front of the white snowy background of a park.

Ah, yes, she was. "Sasori! Hey! Why didn't you wave or something? I thought you weren't here, at first." She smiled a bit as she approached him, brushing some snow off of his coat, when she was near enough. "How are you?"

"Fine." He gave her his usual indifferent look, but on the inside he was slightly concerned. She looked a bit troubled. "You?"

"Wow, you're asking me?" She smiled, a slightly sad smile. Her blue hair blowing onto her face, thanks to the wind. "I'm... Good, thank you. We need to talk though. Let's go eat somewhere."

"Weren't we going Christmas-shopping?"

"No. I... Changed my mind."

Oh well, why would he complain? He would chose a cafe over a crowded shopping court any day. Besides, going to a cafe with Konan probably meant that she was going to talk for three hours or something. Which was a good thing, because it meant Sasori had a perfect chance to tune her out completely, and just listen to the sound of his own thoughts, trying to organize them a bit.

Ah, good. Her talking had started. So... Where was he? Oh, right. The third wheel.

What was there to say, really...? Itachi had came in the way. And Sasori didn't understand why... Why was the world so cruel to him? Itachi, the powerful and handsome Uchiha who could get any woman he desired with just a wink, took Deidara.

Why Deidara?

Out of all people.

There were about 7 billion people on earth.

… Hypocrite? Him? Nooo, nooooo...

Sasori hated a lot of people... And you might think Itachi should be one of them. But he wasn't. Because Sasori could never completely hate someone who could make Deidara smile. Someone who made him so happy... Someone who gave him all the energy and life he consisted of.

It was painful, of course. Listening to Deidara speak of the Uchiha... When they kissed, when they talked together and when they snuggled... Some people said they were a lovely couple. Some people didn't, because they were aware of Sasori's feelings. However, Sasori didn't want anyone's sympathy. He knew Itachi and Deidara made a good couple. They had their fights, yes. But any couple did. He could remember the times Deidara would angrily knock on his door and yell something about Itachi being a complete asshole 'again'... And Sasori would open, rolling his eyes and telling him how absolutely childish he was for avoiding his own lover, just for a little fight. But after Deidara's angry yelling had turned to sad mumbled and words of regret... After they had shared a hug, and after Sasori had gotten the chance to, just for a few seconds, hold him in his arms and comfort him...

That was when he realized how much Itachi and Deidara's relation-ship hurt him, yet meant so much to him. A sad Deidara would break Sasori's heart. But having to live without the love of his life might even be worse. It got worse when they got engaged, of course... When he heard the news, his 0,00001% of hope vanished completely. His destiny contained hours, days, weeks, whole years of living with heavy grief within him. Knowing the only person he liked, loved, was in love with, would never, ever, be his.

"Are you listening?!" It normally took more than yelling to wake Sasori up from his daydreams. And Konan seemed to know that... Sasori blinked his eyes, slightly surprised by the sudden slap he had received from the bluenette. It wasn't a hard slap, but still! How dare sh- "How could you ever imagine having a chance on Deidara when you won't even listen to me speak about him?"

"... You were talking about Deidara?"

"Yes!?" Konan shook her head, frustrated as she looked down on the table they were sitting at. "Listen... I know it might be just as hard for you as it is for him... I mean, you're ...Itachi's friend too, after all."

No. He disgusts me.

"And I know that when Deidara's sad, you're automatically also affected..."

That's obvious.

"But he really needs you."

Deidara has Itachi.

"Sasori... He practically begged me not to tell you anything... But I know what you feel for him, and what kind of... Special bond you two have. I just know you're the only one who can help him right now..."

Right now?

What is... What?

Things slowly started to click inside of Sasori's mind again, as soon as he decided to pick up focus. Deidara was sad? He needed him? He needed his help? "What has happened to him?" He asked without breaking his poker-face.

"... Itachi. Sasori... Itachi is... Itachi has... He... Car-crash... And we... And Deidara is... We were all- … But he didn't want us to tell you, and now... It's been 5 days... He won't let me into the house, Sasori... He just yelled at me to leave him alone and... Not tell you." Sighing deeply, she covered her eyes with her hand, shaking her head in a tired and sad manner, like she had said this many times already. "It's so sad..."

Okay.

Poker-face was gone.

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This will be a threeshot.