There was a brush of fabric and the soft silk curtains that draped across the room parted. For a moment light slipped into the darkness beyond and shadowed silhouettes showed from under the dim light.
She could hear him breathing; almost feel his eyes on her- searching her form amongst the bed and desk that filled the empty space. In the small fraction of light showering over him he seemed to glow, his long blonde hair trailing down his back and brushing around his waist, his fists clenched by his sides.
She dared herself to speak, to let the words slip from her lips- for she knew he would not talk, not after all he'd done. He would not go first.
"What do you want?"
The silk fell back and darkness overlapped once again. He had moved closer, she could hear each step, each movement. When he finally stood over her, tall and strong, close enough to touch her, he spoke. "You can't keep ignoring me"
A touch of anger ran down her spine and she felt it ripple- that thing inside her, almost purring with its own fury. It hated him. And maybe she did too. Maybe this was why she couldn't forgive him, why even those five simple words brought up so much- so much hatred, pain and betrayal.
She stood abruptly; her face almost touching his, her body inches away, his breath tickling her cheeks. "You can't keep chasing something you lost because you'll never find it. What you did ruined any chance of that. Now leave"
he turned away and walked back, brushing the curtains back and as if knowing she was watching him so closely, turned one last time and whispered "Maybe you need to stop listening to that thing and try thinking your own thoughts"
He left.
The boy with the blue eyes had gone and his imperfect clone had returned. The one with the virus. The one you couldn't delete.
Deidara was no longer an artist. His hands were too stained in blood to mould the clay he held.
