November Tears:
This is a story I had to write for Lang. Arts Class. This is kinda a bitter sweet romance I guess. It is a Deidara x O.C. My O.C.'s name is Amaya Iwa. She is married to Dei and this is after a battle. She IS NOT a ninja. I'M GETTING OF TRACK! That story is for another time. So, just please enjoy~! :3 p.s. I added some stuff from my original story for class.
Sadly, I don't own Dei-Kun…. –sniffle sniffle-
Love and Life are like bombs waiting to go off; ticking away with each passing second. If you don't hold them dear, they will slip away. Be careful with the choices you make. Making one decision can mold the rest of your life. Don't regret and never forget. Learn from your mistakes. Live to the fullest. Love with all you heart. One day… It might all be gone.
He was unaware of her crimson blood in a pool around them. He was unaware of the scarlet flames licking at the pitch sky, or even the smoke eating away at his lungs. All that was on his nebulous mind was the thought of saving her. The images of the bloody battle just moments ago freshly burned in his mind; the stabs, the crack of bones, and the agonizing screams of his beautiful Amaya. Her emerald eyes were semi-shut, trying to stay alive for Deidara's sake. Tears clouded the teenager's young, cerulean eyes as he tried to stop the bleeding. Every now and then a scream would escape Amaya's cold lips as Deidara would accidently hit a broken rib or touched a fresh burn mark.
Amaya was hanging on to the strands of life she had left as she was fading slowly. Numbly, she reached her hand to his face and wiped his tears away. She smiled a small, painful smile, causing the teen boy to let a new river of tears flow. The younger, girl teen, sat up slowly; the pain went numb long ago. Deidara tried to keep the wan looking girl lying down. But, she refused to; both knew her time was inching near. The ominous threat was so close. She could be gone any second.
Claret blood glistened in her jet black hair. Deidara gently moved it out of her beautiful face. A whisper escaped Amaya's lips, "I love you, Deidara," as tears threatened to fall.
Deidara replied in a similar, hurt tone, "I- I love you, too, Amaya." His voice cracked.
Then he pulled her in for the gentlest of embraces as he gingerly, yet passionately, kissed her soft lips. Both lost in the lust of the kiss forgot, for a single moment, about the heinous scene going on around them in the November night breeze.
Amaya pulled away reluctantly and breathed in a shaky rigid breath. She whispered, in an almost inaudible tone, "I'll wait for you…"
Deidara spoke, before she left for good, "I'll miss you, my love." And then, she was gone.
Deidara closed her dead, lifeless eyes. A fresh flood of tears stained his cheeks as he screwed his eyes shut and clutched the dead corpse close to his body. He felt as if his life and meaning had died along with the girl's soul. Pain filled the chasm of his chest. Deidara felt like a little boy. Weak and useless.
He lay down the girl down in a patch of verdant grass, kissed her forehead, and then, he walked into the flames.