A broken Hallelujah
Deidara was never one to save a life.
Okay, it may sound cruel, but hey, he wasn't an S-class nuke-nin in Akatsuki for nothing.
Art is fleeting, and so is life, so if something is dying, it doesn't need to be saved, right? Death is death, it's meant to happen, and he wasn't like that Danna of his, Sasori, trying to mess with life and become eternal. Hah, look where that got him, buried in the remains of the old Akatsuki base. No, Deidara accepted death, looked forward to it actually, because that was the day he was to go out with a bang!
The rain beat down hard on the young Akatsuki's back, his heavy coat protecting his actual torso from any wet. Even though he had it tucked inside his cloak, the bomber made no move to put his straw hat on top of his head. His hair was already soaked and gripping to his face, all of these thoughts spinning in his head. He seemed to have gotten into the habit of thinking (hah, the stabs that his Danna could've gotten out of that statement,) and absorbing himself in inner arguments and memories. He supposed it was because now he had no one to argue about art with, or maybe he was just going insane and soon he'd be hearing all kinds of other voices in his head telling him to do weird things like blow up buildings. Well, of course he would happily comply with that example, not really the point though.
The rain soon died down into a soft patter on the forest, the only thing to be heard at that very moment, and the moment after and all the moments after that. It was otherwise completely silent.
"Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?..."
Deidara stopped in his tracks at the sweet voice that filled the forest. It was a strong, sure voice that meant every word it sung.
"It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah…"
He felt drawn towards the mysterious voice, even if just to hear to the end of the song.
"Hallelujah,"
He walked off the narrow path and through the scattered trees.
"Hallelujah,"
The voice sounded closer now.
"Hallelujah,"
Closer…
"Hallelu~ujah…"
There! The blonde inhaled sharply at the sight he saw. A beautiful girl with indigo hair, and pale lavender eyes lay against a tree as the melodic voice escaped her lips. It would have been the perfect picture, if not her torso had been covered in blood.
"Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya…"
The blood, her blood pouring freely from a gaping wound in her chest. But still she just lay there and sang, the ex-Iwa nin could see that she too had accepted death as it was coming, and like him, she was choosing to go out with a style.
"She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,"
Her voice still stood strong, never wavering, though her eyes, which were fogged over and staring off as caught in a hypnotic gaze, held the truth to her imminent demise, just as the tears that silently cascaded down her cheeks.
"Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"
Deidara crouched down behind a tree, prepared to stay and listen, for she was a beautiful piece of art, and she was fleeting fast.
"Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah"
Deidara watched, mesmerized at how deep every word was; all the sadness and sorrow in her life was echoing in each word and floating away as soon as it left her lips and her soul became lighter with each line.
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,"
"Well, maybe there is a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya .
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"
Her voice softened, and Deidara could tell her last words were near…
"Hallelujah, oh Hallelujah,"
No…
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
Maybe…
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
Just once…
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
Should he?...
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
He smiled…
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
Of course he would.
"Hallelujah…" the last word came out weakly, but with a breath of relief as she slowly passed out. The Akatsuki walked over silently to the girl and gently picked her up in his arms. Her head naturally lolled against his chest, bringing a smile to the nuke-nin's face. He carefully activated the basic medical ninjutsu he knew and started healing her chest.
Deidara was never one to save a life.
Maybe just this one time. The rain still fell, washing away the blood and tears that had dropped that drizzly afternoon, but the sun now shone through as well. Deidara just kept smiling.
"Hallelujah, my Hime…"