Yeah... new story. Creative title, I know -_- Anyway it's quite short, but I just wanted to know if anyone would be interested in it ^^' So, enjoy?

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

It would have been pitch black if not for the dim lighting of the filthy subway lights. He had to admit; he was scared. Being alone, in a new neighbourhood, in the dark, in what seemed like rape central would do that to you. He had been there for what seemed like hours waiting for the train that never seemed to be coming.

"Can't be long now, un," Deidara muttered, glancing at his watch. He took the time to examine his surroundings again. Same creepy shadows, same boring benches, same midget in a cloak... wait, what? He looked again; nothing.

"Must be my imagination, un," Still, he pulled his jacket closer around himself.

WHOOSH

"Aah!" Admittedly, the trains sudden arrival gave his frayed nerves a shock. Fighting down the embarrassed blush he stepped onto the trains awaiting step and into the first carriage.

It was almost empty, as was to be expected this late at night. There were only three other passengers on there and to be quite honest, he'd rather risk getting in one on his own than sit with these freaks.

The most normal (or least homicidal) looking of the three was a young businessman that looked so stressed he would probably snap at any minute, killing everyone in there with a fold up golf club he kept in his briefcase for just such an occasion.

There was also an old man- asleep or dead, Deidara really couldn't tell, leaning against the window in the corner. His gnarled features were nearly completely concealed by the mop of greasy grey hair hung over his face.

The third passenger was tiny; a huge anorak draped over its small form as it sat sniffling in another corner. Were they crying? Why wasn't anyone helping them? Even the old guy got the odd concerned glance from the man in the suit. Could they even see them?

"Oh, now you're just being stupid, un," He mumbled to himself, earning an odd look from the businessman. Deidara smiled sheepishly at him and he looked away. The blonde turned his attention back to the figure in the corner and decided to just leave it be. It seemed cruel but he really couldn't be dealing with this shit right now. He sat back and just waited to get home.

His stop came sooner that he thought it would have. He was the first to get off, thank God. The blonde man contemplated getting a taxi but, not wanting to deal with any more weirdos, he decided against it and made his way home by foot. If he could even call it home yet. He had only been living there about four days and barely even knew his way around the place; it was a wonder he knew where it was, really.

The shadows dancing around while walking through the park did nothing for his disposition. He quickened his pace, heading towards the gate as one shadow in particular seemed to be getting closer; he whipped his head back and forth again He stopped in his tracks.

It was there again. The cloaked figure. Right in front of him; lowering its hood slowly, creeping towards him even slower. Deidara backed away in horror as the hood came off. A little girl stared at him; empty soulless eyes bored into his soul, its small pale hand luminous in the moonlight as it held out to him an empty bottle of what seemed to have contained milk. Or blood. In this light it could be either.

SNAP.

It clutched its broken arm to its chest, whimpering pathetically up at him with watery eyes. He moved to kick again, aiming for the head this time- he thought he had missed at first, then...

SNAP.

Its neck was broken. Its head was laying limply on its chest. It was still crying. It was still staring. It was still standing. Deidara got the fuck out of there. He ran the rest of the way back home and swung the door open with a force that nearly tore it off its hinges and definitely woke up the neighbours. Locking all three locks he did something he hadn't done since he was a child; he curled up in a ball under the covers and cried like a little girl.

"That is just mean! Why would he beat up a little girl in the first place! What is this nonsense!" You may be asking yourself. It'll be explained if I continue xD This is actually based on a dream I had, only I expanded and Akatsukified it :3