Forever and a day
Summery: make one up
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters blah blah blah I think you've heard this enough times.
A/N: uh… sup! So, I did a fic a couple years back, then pretty much grew up and out of manga, but while going through old book marks on my old computer, found a link to the Sasori + Deidara part of this wonderful site. I read a story or two, and basically remembered how much I loved these two. Soo, it being a good 4 years later, I am now re-writing and posting this story. So tell me what you think, give me idea's for upcoming chapters and, you know, enjoy I guess.
Prologue
It was night time, he knew that for sure. The cyrins of the city were going off right and left. The bright lights of the city's inhabitance blinding the rest of the world, though having no power of the citizens, as they walked the streets. The hubbub and commotion and gossip of resent insignificant events buzzing in the air.
Everything was as normal as it ever was in this large city. Lights flickered, cars honked their horns at traffic, drunks slumped through the city, letting their bottles fall from their hands and shatter on the pavement. Teenagers howled and screamed into the dark sky with their friends, blasting their music in their cheap little piece of crap cars that screeched with every turn each wheel made.
But to a young man running past all of this into the darkness of the city's ally's, he heard none of it. Some would think him stupid for running straight into such a potentially dangerous part of the city, but the boy didn't think twice about it. He knew these ally's better than the thugs that ran them. A smile slightly curved at his lips at the thought.
Sparks of electricity shot through his well toned body as he heard voices behind him, pumping through his slim but muscle built bare arms. His chest panted for breath, only covered by a white wife beater and a very light, unzipped black hoodie that bellowed behind him. His legs pumping in grey shredded denim that felt heavier and heavier as he ran.
Shouts sounded behind him, and the sound of feet pounding against the cement echoed along the walls, carrying to his ears. He groaned inwardly and cursed to himself, not even bothering to look over his shoulder to his followers.
How he had gotten on their hit list, he couldn't even remember. There were so many people after him for stupid drunken mistakes and bad habits. Needless to say, he had no idea who these certain people were, just a group on a long list. What he did know is that he had slim chances of getting out of this chase unharmed. He may be an extraordinarily fast runner and a good fighter, but he did not have a chance against these guys. Not enough places to run to, and to horribly out-numbered.
He could feel then at his heels, the light tingling on his warm back telling him he wasn't running fast enough to get away. The ally turned up ahead, holding a brief escape for him, but right as he was about to turn, his body went jerking back onto the hard as hell cement
The blond let out a snot groan, trying to refocus his eyes and sit up, but was quickly sent back down to the ground by a foot to the chest. He frowned, but slid to his side, kicking his legs out to send three of the men straight on their backs. He heaved himself up to his feet, only to be shoved right back down to the ground again. Then he was in the air again, fists clenching the rim of his shirt as he was thrown into the brick walling of the ally.
He smirked at the smug man staring at him, not quite fazed by the violent actions. "Okay, you got me, hn." He laughed. "so what do you want, n?" He knew these type of guys. It was usually only one of two things. Money or revenge.
"Oh look, blondy here doesn't remember the 900 he owes us!" The man scowled. Yes, you see? Money! The man sent another punch to the blonds stomach. He took the punch, and quickly sent one to the man's face, making him stumble back.
Another man came at the blond, but he was one step ahead of him. He landed one straight to his nose, crumbling cartilage under his knuckles, sending a kick to another mans stomach.
But the moment the blond kicked, his balance was weakened, and the remaining three men took him down easy. Punches and kicks crashed into him until he was seeing everything out of black tunnel.
The same man who had been pinning him against the wall was over him, giving him one last swift kick to the rips. The blond coiled, saliva spat at him. The man popped a squat, taking a handful of fine, soft blond hair, bringing the owners face close to his.
"This is a reminder." His rough voice crackled in its low tone. "And don't think you can pull another fast one on us. We'll be keeping a close eye on your blondie." He gave the blond one more meaningful look, before throwing his head to the ground just hard enough to get it to bounce against the pavement.
The tunnel the blond had been looking out of was getting deeper and deeper and he could feel a swelling of dread leak into the pit of his stomach. He knew what always happened next. The voices. The same two voices always, since he could remember, speaking out till he lost consciousness. The tunnel grew longer, till he hit the bottom of the well, and…
"Deidara… NO!" shouts, hurt, fear…
Silence.
"Dana!"
.. always those same words….