A/N: Hello all(:
This is my new Au drabble type series. I do not want to call it a real story because it will have no plot, really. (Just random entertaining events ^^)
I love Deidara and I love Hinata and I just think that they'd just be a really cute couple. :3 Although I can't really make Deidara's art as...explosive anymore (since it's AU) I'll see what I can do.
And don't ask me why they're in Konoha. I don't know. (I just think it's weird to put the Akatsuki in Konoha Au-or not. Since they're criminals and hate everyone and all *shrugs* I also rather use Konoha as the city rather than a real city like Tokyo, idk why I'm just weird like that.)
Also each chapter title will be the item that makes their day. (Ah, besides each other xD)
Disclaimer: Me no own. If I did, I'm sure I wouldn't be on fanfiction right now.
All the little things
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Clear umbrellas
The words spouted from her mind without stopping. Her pen moved across the page quickly filling it with her words of wisdom. She didn't need to stop to think of what to write next, the words flowed like a waterfall. Her hand continued to move swiftly across the page, conveying her thoughts and dreams. She could give a character troubles and make hers seem insignificant. She could travel the world with her pen and a piece of paper in her lap. She could fight off a monster, ride a dragon, save the world.
She could be something else for once.
She could escape reality.
She didn't glance up from her spot on the bench she just continued to write. She was momentarily distracted and engulfed entirely in her writing. She was in another world. She didn't feel the rain begin to pound down on her arms, she didn't notice how quiet the park had gotten due to people running for shelter because of the approaching storm.
"You're going to be sick if you keep sitting there like that, un."
The indigo haired girl squeaked and closed her journal with a snap. She quickly turned to face the offending person behind her.
"Did you not notice the rain? You should pay more attention, yeah."
"I-I..." She stuttered and quickly sprang to her feet. She felt warm blush coat her cheeks as she rubbed her freezing hands together. She peered up at him, he was tall with a girlish appearance if you just glanced. His deep voice definitely gave him away as a guy though. He had a long blond bang covering one eye and his other eye was a pretty blue color. He was smirking.
"Well? Spit it out, un."
"I d-didn't know it was going to r-rain?" She honestly didn't know what say to the blond stranger.
He simply raised an eyebrow, "You're gonna catch a cold or something, yeah."
"Y-you're right," She stuttered as she rubbed her arms for a bit of heat. How could she be so stupid to forget another jacket?
"So we're ya headed?" The guy asked pulling an umbrella from out of his giant book-bag on his back.
"Ano...H-Hirogetsu street..." She mumered. Something in the back of her head told her she shouldn't be giving such information as that to a random stranger.
"Well looks like you're in luck, Ghost-girl, I'm headed that way, un."
"G-ghost girl?"
"Yeah, you're eyes are kinda creepy, un. And you're quite pale." He replied peering at her face closely, She blushed at how close he was. "Or it could just be the lighting, yeah." He shrugged carelessly and opened his umbrella. "So are you just gonna stand there in the rain or do you want to walk with me under my humble umbrella, un?"
She squeaked and moved to stand beside him under the clear umbrella. She watched the raindrops roll off the plastic surface, blurring the already blurry lights that showed through the thin plastic. She glanced at the man beside and said, "Ah A-Arigato..." She trailed off, not knowing his name. "S-Stranger-san?"
He chuckled and said, "Deidara."
"Eh?"
"The name's Deidara, un. What's yours Ghost-girl-san?"
"Hinata," She piped out quietly.
"Hinata," He tasted her name on his tongue and nodded, "It suites you, un. What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone at night?"
Hinata blushed again at being called 'pretty', she quietly said, "Um, I j-just...needed to get away for a w-while."
"Understandable." Deidara nodded again, he looked up at the sky through the see-through umbrella as he twirled it around in circles above their heads. "So you write?" He asked, noticing the black notebook she had pressed to her chest.
"Hai." She answered with a sparkle in her creepy eyes. "It's my escape," She sighed blissfully and her fingers began to itch as if she was aching to write more.
Suddenly her notebook was out of her arms and in the hands of the tall blond man. He was flipping through the pages thoughtful, using the streetlights they passed as a source of light.
"Ah! Ano...Deidara-san!" Hinata squeaked, she hesitantly tried to grab at her notebook but got nowhere as Deidara held it father out of her reach.
"No worries, Hinata-chan, I'm just browsing, un."
He had already added the -chan to her name?
Hinata frowned at him and waited-rather impatiently- for her notebook to be given back to her. She never let anyone see what she wrote. Some of it was personal, and sometimes she was just too embarrassed or scared to show people. They might think her ideas were weird or that she had no talent in writing. She pressed her fingers together nervously, wondering what he would think.
"Don't give me that look, un."
"W-w-w-what look?"
"That nervous look, yeah! You shouldn't doubt yourself Hinata-chan, this is really good."
"Th-thank you!" Hinata's eyes glowed and she smiled brightly.
"Here's to you, glorify my darlings. Are you satisfied?Here's to you, criticize my darlings. Are you satisfied? You're building me up just to break me down."
Hinata squeaked as she looked through her bag for her ringing phone. She pushed aside graphite pencils, pens, wadded up pieces of paper and several other random items in her purse and finally came upon her ringing cellphone.
"Breathe Carolina?" Deidara asked, surprised at her music choice. He nodded appreciatively, "I pegged you for more of the John Mayer type girl, un."
Hinata smiled at him briefly before going to answer her phone with a hesitant, "Hello?"
Deidara watched her smile disappear and was replaced with slight annoyance.
"No- I'm fine Neji-niisan. I know, I know, I-I shouldn't of left in the first place." Hinata paused before rolling her eyes, "Y-yes niisan, I know it's raining. No, you do not have to p-pick me up, I'm on my way." She paused to listen again before letting a sarcastic laugh slip out her mouth.
Deidara thought the sound didn't fit her. He stopped as the Hyuga stopped to listen to the person on the other line.
"O-Otou-san is worried?" She shook her head, "Oh please Neji-niisan...No I'm not soaking wet..." She rolled her eyes again and let out a sigh of exasperation. "Hai niisan, I know I left my umbrella."
Deidara smirked while listening to the Hinata talk on the phone. She continued to walk again and Deidara followed at the same pace. The guy on the phone seemed pretty damn annoying and protective. A few minutes later Hinata managed to get the guy off the phone and the two resumed walking in silence.
A few minutes later the sky began to let loose some of it's rage because there was a a flash of lighting and a clap of thunder. Hinata squeaked and reflexively moved closer to Deidara.
He let out a low chuckled, "You squeak a lot, yeah." He said as the rain began to come down harder. "It doesn't look too good out here, un. Let's stop in here for a while 'till it clears up a bit." With that, he grabbed her elbow and steered her towards a place that said 'Underground Books,' they went down a flight of stairs and ended up in a warm, dimly lit book store. Hinata sighed as a wave of heat hit her in the face and grinned at the smell of old books. How come she hadn't noticed this place before?
Before she could get her small hands on one of the large musty old books Deidara was leading her into another room. The book store was quiet and small, it had little doorways that led to different sections which were large but always crowded. Mix-match book cases lined the walls and the old oriental rugs on the dark wooden floor gave the place an antique feeling to it.
Deidara continued to steer her until they came to an area with circular tables and chairs with comfy looking arm chairs and couches. There was a coffee place across the room and a few people sat on couches reading books and typing away on laptops. Deidara sat down at a circular table and motioned for her to sit across from him.
She sat down and tucked a piece of wet indigo hair behind her ear, "Y-you must come here often," She said, since he knew where this little lounge area was.
"Yeah," He said, still flipping through her notebook- she'd forgotten he hadn't given it back- "It's a pretty cool place, un." He stopped flipping through her book looked at a page curiously, "You draw, un?"
Hinata blushed, so he had found that. "O-only sometimes...when I-I miss my mother...she used to draw..."
"It's good, yeah."
Hinata peered at the drawing he was looking at, "T-thats her- er...my mother there...and a-arigato..."
"Stop stuttering, yeah. It's annoying."
"G-gomen." Hinata looked down, she failed at not-stuttering. She hated that nervous habit of hers. It tended to annoy people.
"Don't do that, un." He snapped at her.
"...Nani?" Hinata hesitantly looked up and blinked at him.
"Don't look down and loose confidence like that, it's agitating yeah. Besides, I was joking."
"O-oh."
There was a silence.
Deidara broke the silence with slight annoyance, "Do you want something, yeah?" He jerked his thumb in the direction of the coffee shop in the corner of the room.
"H-hai," Hinata nodded, thinking of warm tea that would help warm her. Deidara went to stand but Hinata stopped him. "I'll get it, it's the least I c-can do since you h-helped me. What would you l-like?"
Deidara sat back down, "A tall coffee with a lot of sugar, un. Thanks!"
Hinata nodded and walked over to the counter. She ordered the two drinks and carried them back to their table, sipping her green tea carefully.
When she got back she noticed that Deidara had stopped looking through her notebook and was kneading a small piece of clay.
She set his drink in front of him and watched him work with the clay. She watched his long fingers work over the soft material, shaping it and pressing it. He made it into many different shapes and forms before squishing it entirely, like he couldn't decide what to make. Finally he decided on a bird that fit in the palm of his hand.
Before she could think, she plucked the small bird out of his hands and brought it close to her eyes. She was careful not to ruin it and rested it in her open palm so she wouldn't squish the wet clay with her fingers. Hinata observed the details, amazed that he could do that in such a short time. She imagined what it would look like dry and painted.
He was really talented.
"Like it, un?"
Hinata nodded mutely.
He took the bird out of her hands and placed it in his palm. He then proceeded to use his other hand to flatten it against is palm.
Now it was nothing.
Hinata gasped, "W-why did you do that?"
He grinned at her facial expression, "Art is fleeting, yeah!"
Just when she was about to ask him what exactly he meant her phone began to ring again. She fished it out of her purse, this time without difficulty and answered with, "Hi Hanabi."
"Ugh Neesan where are you? Neji-niisan here is pissing himself with worry."
Hinata giggled at her younger sister. Neji had become quite protective of the two, though being the cool-collective person he was, he never let worry or any other emotion slip through his 'cool exterior.'
"I'm in a book store. We're waiting for the worst of the storm to pass then we'll be back on our way."
"'We?'" Hanabi asked curiously. "Who's 'we?'"
"Um j-just a friend of mine. I'll b-be there soon, bye." Hinata hung up the phone and shook her head to herself.
"Who was that un?"
"Just my younger sister, Hanabi. She's wondering when I'll be home."
"Let's go yeah. I bet the weather has cleared up a bit, un"
Hinata and Deidara left the bookstore- but not without Hinata purchasing a cute little box set of colored pencils that included cute pens.
They found themselves back on the restless streets of Konoha. No matter how late it was the city was always bustling with life. Deidara took out his umbrella again because of the light downpour of rain.
The artist and the writer walked the rest of the way in silence. It was comfortable and a bit curious. Artists and writers were alike in many aspects.
They work best when inspired, once they start something they don't stop, they observe things quite thoroughly.
An artist must observe the details of their work. Most of them can find inspiration in the littlest things, and something simple as a pigeon feather on wet concrete could be deemed beautiful to them.
Writers are no different. If you were like Hinata, random people on the street could give you ideas. Things that ranged from a group of small kids playing ninja to the interesting apartments down the street could make her mind wonder. And what made her mind wonder usually ended up written down on a sheet of paper for later inspection.
Needless to say the two were content with the silence and just observed.
"You're not very talkative, un."
"I-I'm more content with staying quiet," She murmured looking up at the clear umbrella and watching a rain drop hit the top of it and slowly slide down the side, collecting other raindrops on it's way down and finally dripping of the edge. "I just like to observes what's around me."
"Me too, yeah." He nodded distractedly before something to his left caught his attention, "Look," Deidara pointed out some guy spray painting something on the side of a building. He grinned to himself, "I always wanted to try graffiti, it seems fun, un."
"Demo it's...it's illegal." Hinata said quietly.
"That's why it'd be fun, yeah!" Deidara smirked at her, "You could join me, un. You should write one of your poems up there or something."
"A city needs art to make it beautiful, nature only needs itself." Hinata said softly.
"Yeah something like that, un." Deidara's eyes turned mischievous, "Wanna go watch?"
"Ano...watch what?"
"The graffiti artist, I'm sure he wouldn't mind, un."
"But-But I h-have to get home..."
Her words were lost on the blond artist as he dragged her towards the street artist. They were only a short distance away when Deidara stopped to watch. He turned and noticed Hinata's distressed expression. "Hmm, think of this as an adventure, yeah." He pointed to her notebook, "Something for you to write about."
That seemed to brighten the Hyuga. Her eyes sparkled as she watch the street artist shake one of the bottles before spraying a long green line against the side of the wall.
He was spray painting on a dry wall under an awning so that the paint wouldn't be ruined by the rain. Deidara told her that he liked street art because it was never there forever, always leaving room for more beauty. Once there was a pretty picture to look at, it was gone. Washed away by the rain or painted over by the mayor's orders. But once gone it was always replace with something, new, better. Only to disappear again.
That was art.
Hinata found herself agreeing with his point of view, she reasoned that he was saying that if something was forever, it became boring, dusty and normal, but if it was only there for a moment it would shine and glisten with beauty before it was gone.
Deidara completely lost her when he started ranting on how much of an idiot some guy named Sasori was though. She just went along with it, nodding along side him. It must've been a heated topic with him cause he spat out something along the lines of, 'How the fuck can art last forever, un? Everything must come to an end, you fucking idiot, Sasori,yeah!' Hinata didn't know who this guy was but she assumed that Deidara didn't like his art very much.
Thirty minutes later Hinata found her phone ringing again, no doubt from Hanabi or Neji. She ignored it for once but decided she should be on her way home. Deidara agreed, he muttered something under his breath that sounded like "Sasori is gonna kill me for being late again, yeah. He hates waiting."
Deidara and her walked toward her house in silence again.
They neared her house when it had finally stopped raining. She looked at her large home and sighed. She swore she thought she saw Neji peeking out of the window.
Hinata turned to Deidara and grinned at him, "Th-Thank you for the adventure, Deidara-san."
He merely smirked at her, "Maybe I'll see you again Ghost-girl." His smirk turned mischievous, "Maybe I'll get you to vandalize a school of something with me, un."
Hinata scoffed lowly to herself and waved to the strange blond man who had made her night.
After she got scolded and bombarded with questions by Neji, she'd go up to her room curl up in her room and write about her little escapade with the blond artist.
And she couldn't help but think that if she saw him again, she'd probably end up vandalizing a school with him.
As much as she wanted to deny it.
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A/N:
This was actually a pretty damn long drabble.
I actually really enjoyed writing this. I found it kinda easy to write, being an artists and writer, myself.
I really hope I got Deidara's opinion on art right, or at least a little bit. The more I thought about it the more I found myself agreeing with his ideas.
Anyway
Reviews are love(:
ART IS A BANG!~