Guess I'm in another one of those broody moods again.
Not in the mood to write any more humor tonight, so I updated this instead haha...
Enjoy the depressoness lol

Sasori lay awake in his bed in a state of eternal lugubriousness and sighed.
The constant ticking of the clock on his dresser, forever reminded him that he was awake at 3:41am, and not as he should be, asleep.
The red glow of the numbers cast soft shadows around the room which may have frightened a smaller child.
But he was no longer a child.
He had almost hit 36...

Watching as his breath swirled in the air like mist, Sasori brushed a red strand of stray hair off his face that had been tickling his nose.
It wasn't the dark that scared him.
It was the knowledge that in the room directly next to his, exactly 7 metres away, there was an anxious, blonde insomniac with a cupboard full of explosives.
The slow melodic footsteps of the pacing man, was quietened by the thick walls so it was more the vibration than the noise that let Sasori know Deidara was still awake.
Deidaras footsteps, continual and rhythmic, reminded him of a slowly ticking metronome going through its paces.
His steps could be almost timed and vaguely Sasori wondered if the soft, dull thuds could lull him to sleep.
Shivering a little from the cold and the knowledge that any second he could be blown sky high, Sasori debated getting out of bed and consoling the young boy or staying in the warmth of his blankets.

But no, just like himself, Deidara was no longer a child.

"Although he certainly acts like one," Sasori grumbled.

But perhaps being childish wasn't so bad.
Obliviousness to the horrible world around them was perhaps the one thing that Sasori envied of children.

They didn't know that people like him existed in worlds other than the fairytales they were told before they went to sleep.

They didn't know that sometimes, good doesn't conquer evil.

They didn't know that everything they grow up believing is a lie...

Sasori sighed and rolled over.
Sometimes he hated what he had become.
Because he too, was once one of those young children, eager to hear the story of the brave prince fighting an evil lord of some kind and rescuing the princess.
Those stories always had a happy ending and despite being evil beyond all reason, the bad guy always lost.

So why am I the bad guy...?
Shouldn't I have learned that good trumps evil?
Or am I just trying to see reason in the lie...?

Sasori closed his eyes again desperate to slip into the comfortable unconscious state that was sleep.

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