A/N: Got inspired again, just had to write another story. Multi-chaptered! Oooh. Ghost Fiction! First one I've ever written. Ever. So, please take the time to point out any mistakes I may have made. Oh and, a little Pein/Konan involved. But I use his real name in it so he seems slightly more normal. Hidan's a freaky enough neighbor lol. This is kind of a mystery. Try to figure out who the ghost is the entire time.
Deidara's POV:
I sad disgruntedly sat on the porch of my brand-diddly-doo-new house. And I was so unhappy, you could compare me to Itachi. And that was certainly saying something. You see, I had just been forced to move away from all my old friends and such. My friends being Itachi, Kisame, Kakuzu, Zetsu, and..well...I suppose you could say Tobi. And to top that all off, the only house I could afford was apparently haunted or some bullshit like that. Not that I believed in ghosts but...neighbors would certainly annoy me about it. And naturally, I was right. I saw a silver haired man walking up to me. "...wonderful..." I muttered.
"Hey blondie! I heard you're the poor fucker who bought this shit hole!" the man laughed maniacally. Great, and the neighbors were absolutely insane as well. Great way to make a first impression.
"...Yeah, un. I'm Deidara, not blondie by the way. And..it's not a shit hole, it's simply...old," I sighed. I glanced at my home. Gloomy was the only word that could describe it.
"Nice to fucking meet ya Deidara! I'm Hidan," the silver haired man introduced himself. I nodded absent-mindedly. "...you already fucking unpacked?" Hidan yelled. Damn, could that guy be annoying or what! And I had only known him for what, two minutes?
"...Yeah, un. I finished about an hour ago," I replied, fairly sure the irritation was evident in my voice. Apparently Hidan didn't understand my tone though. He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Good luck lasting one fucking night, Deidara," he cackled. I sighed. Whatever. Dumb-ass neighbor. As Hidan left, a few more people walked up. A freaky looking man with orange hair and multiple piercings and a woman with blue hair and a paper flower and her hair. More weirdos. Great. Life was looking great at this point.
"Hello new neighbor, I'm Nagato," the orange haired man, now deemed as Nagato, began," and this is Konan, my wife," he finished, gesturing to the blue haired woman. She smiled warmly at me. I managed to weakly smile back.
"Nagato and I brought over some house-warming cookies," Konan laughed and held up a bag of chocolate chip cookies. Hell, those looked good. May as well let them in, get to know them. They seemed slightly more normal than Hidan at least. Okay, maybe more than slightly.
"Thanks, un. Come on in, everything's already set up," I suggested. Konan glanced at Nagato unsurely and he nodded. She smiled then walked in followed by her slightly wary husband. We all sat down at my pretty average sized table, occasionally nibbling on a cookie. It was quite an awkward silence.
"...Right. So, I figure you have already met Hidan," Nagato chuckled. I was confused.
"Yeah, un. Do you know him?" I asked. Konan had now joined the orange haired man in hysterical laughter. Now I was really confused. What was with the laughter? Maybe they were insane?
"Do we know him? Yes we know him! He's a bastard! And he's insane! It's a wonder he hasn't accidentally killed himself by now!" Nagato laughed. Okay...what was funny about that? He seemed to notice my confusion because he explained further. "Hidan follows a strange religion called Jashinism. Apparently 'Jashin' tells him to cut himself all the time...it's quite strange really. But, other than that, Hidan's alright. Certainly not the worst neighbor you could have!" he elaborated. Ah. Okay, I understood a little better now.
"Yes, that man certainly strange. But he is fairly nice, despite the fact he swears far to much," Konan added. Nagato chuckled a little more and nodded. Then he glanced at his watch and gasped at bit.
"...It's already eight thirty in the evening! We sure spent awhile talking. Konan and I must go now, but...we'll talk to you tomorrow. Here is our number," he handed me a piece of paper which had number scribbled on it. "Thanks for the fine evening. Have a nice night."
"Yes! Goodnight!" Konan called out as she and her husband walked home. I saw them out the door and could actually hear Hidan cackling from next door. Wonderful. He lives directly next to me. I walked back in and decided I was thirsty. All of a sudden I started hearing music from upstairs. Funny. I ran up the creaky staircase and saw a piano...that hadn't been there before. And apparently, the piano was playing itself. Which was possible. So...totally not a ghost or anything crazy like that.
"...stupid piano music. Who the hell even picked that horrid song?" I asked no one in particular. Surprisingly, the tune changed when I said that. Now instead of a happy-go-lucky tune, it played a rather melancholy song. "Much better..." I mumbled. So the music continued playing all night. It was strangely soothing. It even calmed me into sleeping a fairly deep sleep.
- 00 -
The next morning when I woke up the piano was playing, but a different song. This time...it was simply depressing. "...That's a great thing to wake up to. Depressing music, un," I yelled angrily, not sure who exactly I was shouting aimlessly at. But yet again, the tune changed to something that suited my tastes a bit more. Strange...it seems to change when I say I want it to. Whatever. It's merely a coincidence. Though...the piano music was beautiful, and it sure did brighten my day. "Thanks...for the different music..." I whispered. I swear I heard a faint, "You're welcome," but I was sure I was just going crazy with loneliness. So I decided to call Nagato...that was, until someone knocked on my front door. I unenthusiastically opened the door only to see a pink haired girl in front of me.
"Hello! I'm your neighbor Sakura Haruno!" the pinkette exclaimed happily. I smiled at her, pretending I cared. All I wanted to do was...I don't know. Maybe listen to the beautiful music emanating from that ornate piano. Perhaps if I stared at it long enough, I could see if someone was playing it.
"I'm Deidara Iwa," I told her. She smiled at me warmly.
"Hello! I just wanted to say hello, nice meeting you, so...goodbye now!" She laughed then walked off. Thank god. So I decided to watch the piano. I figured if I watch long enough, if there is a ghost(which there probably wasn't) I would eventually see it. So...that's what I did. I sat there like an idiot for awhile before dozing off. I had a rather strange dream about being carried to my bed by an invisible force. The funny thing is...when I woke up, I was in my bed, not the chair that I had fallen asleep in. Oh well, I must have woken up and moved and simply forgotten. Then, yet again, someone knocked on my door.
"Who is it?" I sighed. I peeked through the peeky hole in my door and saw a strange, black-haired kid with a shirt that was a half-cut, with one sleeve long and the other short, black pants, and...where those combat boots? Yes. Yet another freak who lives near me. Wonderful. First an insane guy, then a man with a piercing fetish and his wife with blue hair, then a pink haired girl who is abnormally peppy! What is going on in this neighborhood?
"I am Sai, and I'm guessing you've met my girlfriend Sakura," the strange kid told me. Wow. That's a surprise. Sai gives off a gothic vibe. But whatever. Sakura seemed preppy...and he's the exact opposite. Although I suppose I shouldn't judge the kid just because of his looks. "Er...hello...?"
"Oh, I'm Deidara Iwa, un," I introduced myself, his voice waking me up from my thoughts. He grinned.
"So...you moved into the haunted house?" he asked. I sighed. Great, I was expecting this...but...I still wasn't in the mood.
"Yeah...I guess, un," I replied. He seemed to pick up on the fact that I was a non believer.
"I've heard that a ghost haunts this place. Apparently he poses as a human and befriends his next victim. Then, he drives them insane. They say that's what happened to Hidan," Sai cackled. I was officially creeped out by him.
"What's this ghost look like, un?" I asked, trying to find a hole in the kid's story. He grinned wider.
"He changes his appearance, but he always has one feature that stands out. He always has bags around his eyes, as though he never sleeps," Sai explained. I looked at him closer. There were faint circles around his eyes. So...he could be the ghost. He left me staring at nothing in particular. Now...I think I believed in this stupid ghost thing. I called Nagato and told him everything. He agreed with the ghost theory, but he said to explore the area and get to know all the people before automatically suspecting Sai. So I decided to do just that. Just as I was about to head out, I saw a red-haired boy walking down the street at a quick pace, apparently looking for a certain place. He saw me and hurried in my direction.
"You would not happen to be the new neighbor, would you?" he asked.
"As a matter of fact, I am, un," I laughed. He wasn't amused.
"I am Gaara, one of your new neighbors," he introduced himself. I looked at him again. He had the kanji standing for 'love' tattooed to his forehead, and...my lord, the bags around his eyes were ridiculously large and defined. And he was deathly pale. I really suspected this guy then. He was totally the ghost. "Why do you look uneasy?"
"Oh, just because I've heard that a ghost haunts my place, un," I replied.
"There may be a ghost, or there may not be a ghost. I do not know. Why are you looking at me warily?" Gaara asked, a bit of anger showing through his words. Great, I had managed to offend the may-be-ghost guy.
"I uh, thought I saw someone behind you, un," I lied. The red head looked unconvinced. He sighed then turned to leave. Which was fine with me. I could live without the creepy kid named Gaara for sure.
"Be warned. Do not accuse the wrong person of being a ghost. It will get you in trouble," he warned me eerily. Creepy...now I suspected him even more. I had to see if anyone else lived in the area before I went and accused him however. But now it was too late. So I went inside and flopped on my bed with my clothes still on, not really caring I was so tired.
- 00 -
The next morning I woke up to more of that eerily beautiful piano music. It was playing a wonderful tune so I didn't request for it to change. I ate some breakfast before I heard another infernal knock. "Oh what is it now, un?" I shouted at the door. I heard a cough.
"I..am Sasori, the last person to introduce themselves to you, and the last neighbor to meet you, Deidara Iwa," whoever was behind the door told me. I opened the door unwillingly and was face-to-face with the most handsome man I've ever met. He had red hair as well as Gaara, but it was a lighter shade. He had chocolate brown eyes as well. Now, I swing both ways you see. So...I'm allowed to think a man is attractive.
"Hi...Sasori," I greeted. He stared at me some more. I just realized the piano music stopped as soon as Sasori appeared. I didn't think much of it.
"So...you've heard about the ghost?" he asked. I nodded and sighed. "Frankly, I don't believe in ghosts. So..if you plan on capturing one, don't involve me. I just wanted to say hello and meet you, here's my number should you need my assistance. Before you go accusing anyone of being a ghost, get to know them. Stop over their house or invite them to yours," Sasori suggested, then he walked away. After he was gone from my sight, the piano started playing once more.
A/N: So, who is the ghost? Is it Gaara? You'll just have to find out. I'll update as soon as possible. Please review, and I will love you!