Nemo me Impune Lacessit!
A/N: My Honors English teacher, Mrs. Williamson, had us read The Cask of Amontillado, and told us to look up Nemo me impune lacessit, which means None provokes me unpunished, in Latin! I really like it! And guess what . . . ANOTHER SASODEI! . . . You're all going to injure me, aren't you? -Runs away- Oh, and I'm going to try a little different style, too!
Summary: Hidan has broken Deidara's heart to many times. Pregnant, alone, and cast out from the Akatsuki, Deidara plans his revenge . . . And gets some help? HiDei, SasoDei
Prologue: I am
You don't know me. No, you don't. You will never, ever know you. But I know you. Oh, I know you. I know you.
Oh, enough of that. To our story.
Where should I start? At the beginning, yes. I should start there, my dears.
I'll start now.
Oh, and my name is Kami.
I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE
Deidara's eyes gleamed as he rushed to his and Hidan's shared room. He couldn't wait to tell his lover the amazing news!
He saw the Jashinist sitting on their bed. His eyes were closed, and, for some strange reason, there was none of the usual blood on him. The blonde blinked at that, puzzled at it. He slid behind him, wrapping his arms around his seme's waist.
"Hey, Hi-kun." he purred seductively. A pale hand pushed him away, shocking the blonde beauty that was named Deidara.
"H-Hi-Hidan?" he managed whispered out, scared. The man turned to him. His violet eyes bored straight and deeply into the blonde's blue ones.
"Deidara. We need to talk. Like, right fucking now." The bomber's heart dropped to his stomach, and he shivered. This happened often enough, but this time was different. Hidan had promised!
"This isn't working, Dei-chan. You know that. And this time, I don't want to get back together. Ever." The loss of curses were evidence to his seriousness.
"B-but you promised! You promised! PROMISED!" screamed Deidara. A loud sound of skin on skin resounded through the small, dark room.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch. Oh,yes, and one more thing, whore," Hidan growled with a smirk, "Your banished from Akatsuki, forever."
"B-but why?!" It took a moment for Deidara to comprehend what the Jashinist meant.
"Your missions are not being fucking completed correctly, and there are those little bastards of ours in you." Deidara shivered as Hidan continued, "You need to be gone in a fucking hour, or you'll be have killed, slut." That got him moving right away.
The white-haired man shoved him to his closet, and threw a rucksack to him, "Take this." He took his leave without a backward glance to his distraught ex.
I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE I AM ALONE
Deidara trekked through the forest, his usually lively eyes distraught and saddened. Soon enough, they turned angry.
How dare they?! He was Takahiro no Deidara, destroyer of Iwakagure no sato, the legendary bomb artist! He had destroyed half of his village and most of the ninja population of Iwakagure at ten, and assassinated the Tsuikage (A/N: Is that right? I forgot) at eleven, and had been forced into the Akatsuki at thirteen! He was the greatest artist in the world! How could they do this to him?!
As his rage grew, so did his thoughts of revenge. His eyes narrowed, and he growled. The anger he felt turned to Hidan.
How could he leave him? Didn't he love him? He knew of the bomber's past, of course. He knew how much his words struck the very core of the younger man's fragile glass heart. And, NOW?! NOW?! He obviously knew what afflicted his lover. He knew he helped cause it. And Deidara had thought he would love it. Or, moreover, them.
The blonde anti-Iwa nin's pulse quickened, his heart raced, and his eyes grew large. Excitement of what would become flooded him, and he let loose a happy grin. The plans were set in motion at that precise moment.
In thirteen years, he would fight.
In thirteen years, it would end.
In thirteen years, he'd have his revenge.
In thirteen years, he and his children would become the rulers of all of the Elemental Countries and the Akatsuki.