Packing My Bags, the Moment I Returned Home~
Ba ba ba~ Packing my bags~ the moment I returned home~
I knew real life had far too many special—
If you saw me~ don't be too cold~
I was sentimental, but also passionate, uninhibited, and carefree~
At that moment, Deidara was riding his Explosive Clay giant bird. He wore a pair of in-ear headphones, with a white data cable hanging in front of him. The little device, four or five centimeters long, two centimeters tall, and one centimeter wide, was tucked into his pocket.
"Heh, this thing called an MP3 is pretty fun. The songs inside are pretty good too. They really get you pumped~"
"Grandpa Sasori, why don't you listen too? It's pretty good. Maybe it'll stir that restless soul beneath your calm exterior, the soul that pursues art?"
"No, Grandpa Sasori, say something."
"What's wrong with you..."
Deidara subconsciously took off one earbud, thinking that perhaps he had failed to hear Sasori's grumbling because he had both earbuds in.
But the instant he turned around, the huge bird's back behind him was empty...
Deidara stared blankly at the spot on the bird's back where Grandpa Sasori had always stood. His gaze was unfocused, and he seemed to see Sasori's figure.
"Grandpa Sasori..."
Deidara murmured the name of the person who had been almost inseparable from him over the past few years. Unfortunately, this time, he did not hear that familiar reply as he always had before.
Deidara silently shoved his hands into his trouser pockets.
"Click, click, click..."
He kept pressing the "+" button on the MP3 until the volume reached its maximum, as though that could somewhat conceal an artist's lonely soul.
But unfortunately, the music in his headphones no longer felt as lively or pleasant as before.