Deidara sped up his pace as he shivered in the darkness of the night, pulling his jacket closer to his body to warm himself up. The walk home was talking longer the usual, mostly because he was more tired than usual from his day at work and sleep deprived from the previous night making his feet trail behind but there was also a nagging felling in the back of his mind telling him he wasn't the only one, in the thought to be, deserted street and this was putting him on edge. He was frequently taking glances over his shoulders, listening for any sounds that could imply that there was anyone behind him.
He stop completely still in his tracks.
"Calm down!" he told himself in a firm but hushed tone, to obviously calm himself down, but to no avail, him and anyone else around him could still hear the obvious frighten under tone in a very quiet voice.
He was still stood in the street trying to calm himself down. Deidara was breathing like pregnant woman who was going into labour. He kept telling himself inwardly, 'in then out, in then out.' He was slowly but surely starting to calm down.
Deidara froze on the spot his body going ridged the hairs on the back of his neck standing up sending shivers up and down his back at the sudden warm, steady breath that was slowly moving on his neck. He swung round lifting his elbow up so it was ready to brace anyone who even standing remotely close to him, but when he turned round he couldn't see anyone not even when his eyes had fully adjusted to the darkness that was once behind him. Not a soul insight!
Now Deidara was really starting to freak out, beyond belief, because of the fact that he knew someone was there, he just didn't know who they where and what they knew about him.
"Who the fuck's there!" he screamed into the darkness his voice bouncing of the nearby wall creating an echo making the streets seem all the more empty. This time he was able to mask all hints of weakness in his voice, making him sound all the more strong and confident.
He waited for a few minutes, staring into the darkness looking for any signs of movement.
He eventually gave up looking at nothing, not wanting to be part of his stalker person's game. Deidara knew how to defend himself better than most people so it confused him about why he was and still is so afraid of who was there.
"If that's how you wanna play," he muttered to himself a mischievous grin plaster to his face; all signs that he was afraid were suddenly washed away as he took off running down the street in the direction of his house. His house was in plain sight, one story, red bricked bungalow standing by its self out of the way of all the other houses.
His legs were starting to give way and his lungs where burning by the time he reached the front door. Fumbling about in his pocket for a few seconds he pulled out the key and jammed it into the key-hole swinging the door open with such force that it collided with the opposite wall creating a loud thump that made Deidara flinch.
He slammed the door shut this time bracing himself for the loud bang as he made his way to the living room keeping all the lights turned off, so not to draw attention to that room. He walked slowly over to the window only opening up the curtains a crack as to see the street he was running down the previous minutes ago.
He squinted his eyes then smirked as he saw the black silhouette of a person leaning down on his knees breathing heavily.
Then the dark figure stood up straight dusted down his attire and looked straight at Deidara making him step back if only slightly. Deidara kept looking at the person as he turned round and started to walk away. Deidara ran to the door and grabbed his clay pouches, fastened them round his waist and exited the house as quiet as he could.
He could still see the retreating figures back, it was getting smaller and smaller so Deidara speed up, so he could keep up with stalking his stalker.