A/N: Yeah, chapter one is in here too, but thats only because I haven't figured out how to add new chapters yet, but i'm sure I will...somehow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters. Isn't that obvious?
Junkie
Prologue
He wandered around the Black Market in Kohona, his cloak under his arm. He couldn't let anyone see he was Akatsuki, or Konoha would have his head. Though he doubted anyone in the Black Market could care less.
He shifted his head from side to side, keeping his face hidden in the dark, his lips pursed. When he saw what he wanted, he grinned and stood in front of the stall.
'Five pounds of that, un,' he murmured, not looking at the stall holder.
'E?' The stall holder gave a raspy laugh. 'Girlies shouldn't be taking nasty stuff like Ecstasy!'
The blonde lifted his head out of the shadows, and glared at the man angrily. 'I am not a woman...yeah,' he hissed.
'I-Iwagakure-no-Deidara! I'm sorry, I had no idea it was you, I'm sorry,' the stall holder croaked. Deidara narrowed his eyes angrily.
'I'll let you live, un, because I don't want to draw attention to myself,' Deidara reached forward and grabbed the other mans collar. 'Don't let it happen again, yeah. Now, five pounds of that, un, please.' Deidara repeated.
The stall holder nodded hurriedly, and shoved scoops of a grayish white powder into a several bags. Deidara left without paying, and the obviously scared man didn't do anything to stop him.
'C-come again, sir,' he called out raspily. Deidara made a small "mmph" noise under his breath. He shoved the E into the pocket of his cloak, and descended to the gates. He stopped when his artistic nature sensed something beautiful, worth hurting.
He looked around to see a girl, in her late teens, with long indigo hair, and dressed heavily, in a fury collared coat and baggy jeans. When she turned her head to smile at the boy beside her, he noticed her eyes.
He'd never seen eyes like that before. They were a very milky lavender colour, a beautiful contrast to her smooth white skin, her cheeks very slightly painted red. The boy beside her looked very alike her, with long brown hair and similar eyes. Deidara assumed they were realated.
She was pure art, and Deidara was sure even Sasori-danna himself would agree.
Though Deidara forced himself to turn away from the beautiful, white eyed wonder, he couldn't force her out of his mind.
He wanted her, bad.
And he vowed inwardly to himself, that he was going to have her.
Chapter 1
Days later, and Deidara had persuaded Sasori to ditch the mission they were assigned to catch the girl Deidara fantasised so much about.
'Deidara, remind me again why we are doing this,' groaned Sasori. He'd purposely left behind the puppet he normally conceals himself, in, and was hugging his arms.
'You said you would come, un. I won't be long. You don't actually have to come with me, just stay in the inn, yeah.'
'Too right i'm not coming, stupid Deidara, stupid drugs, stupid little girls,' Sasori muttered, more to himself.
'I'll leave now, Sasori-danna,' Deidara stood up, wrapping the plain black cloak he'd brought with him around him, pulling the hood up. 'I should be back by morning, un, if she puts up a fight.'
Sasori smirked at Deidara's way of thinking. He quickly wiped the smile away when Deidara looked at him, eyebrow raised.
'See you in the morning, yeah,' Deidara called as he exited the inn.
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Deidara wandered around in the dark, looking up at windows, trying to figure out which could be the girls house. Sasori had told Deidara that she must be of the Hyuuga clan, if she had white eyes.
But that didn't help much.
'Aack,' Deidara murmured as he slammed full on into a post of some sort. He squinted in the dark at what was written on it.
'Hy-Hyuuga...' Deidara smirked in the darkness. 'I found you...' He whispered. He started up the path and put his hand in his bag to get some clay - then stopped. He couldn't make a bird to fly around the windows on, they'd notice straight away. No, he'd have to do it the old fashioned way.
He climbed up the wall, inwardly groaning at how hard it was to climb a drainpipe. He peered through the curtains at all the Hyuuga's, all so similiar, but different to the next. Then he came to her.
She was sleeping, but not peacefully like he'd expected. One leg and one arm was hanging of either end of her bed, her other leg wrapped around the duvet and her other arm above her head. Her face was buried in the pillow, but he knew it was her. He smirked at her silly sleeping position as he carefully began to slide the window open.
He hovered over her, the temptation to touch her rushing over him. She was like the drug he'd never had. He needed her.
He felt that itchy feeling in his left hand. He shook it impatiently. His addictions couldn't overcome him right now...the stuff was with Sasori...
Deidara tapped his hand against his side, pursing his lips to stop his spazm.
'Grr...Dear Kami, un, I need it now,' he groaned, a little too loudly. The girl awoke, her head turning to face him, her white eyes flitting open, her mouth forming a small shocked shape.
'W-who,' she started. Deidara stepped back for a moment, balling his shaking hands into fists. His feet were starting to twitch too, now. 'E-excuse me f-for being r-rude, d-d-despite you being in my b-b-bedroom, but I c-c-can see by your expression that you are a j-j-junkie,' she stated.
Deidara bottom lip quivered in anger. 'How dare you, yeah!' He cried.
'I-I'm sorry,' she muttered, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. 'Wh-what are you doing here?'
'I'm-' he stopped and threw his balled fist into the window-sill, smashing the painted wood cleanly in half. 'I'm here to take you home with me, un.'
'U-un?' She asked quietly.
'Don't mock me, yeah,' Deidara murmured darkly.
'I-' The Hyuuga looked up in an attempt to seem bold. 'I will not b-be coming with you.'
'Yeah,' Deidara advanced on her. 'You are, yeah.'
The dark haired girl whimpered in fear, her eyes softening. Deidara reached out and grasped her ankles, pulling her legs flat. She cried out, tears brimming in her eyes. Deidara swung his leg over her, sitting on her waist. Deidara was hardly in his own mind anymore, he needed the E so much. His eyes were stretched so wide, it hurt. His teeth clenched, and he lowered over her. 'What is your name, un. I am...you could say, a little of a gentleman. I won't take you without introduction.'
'P-please, get off me, p-please!' She begged.
'Your name, un!' He yelled.
'H-Hyuuga Hinata!' She cried.
'Hinata...what a pretty name. I'm Deidara.'
With that short introduction, he threw himself down on her defensless body, his hands either side of her head. She shivered, and he didn't take no remorse. He crashed his lips down on hers. Despite her shyness and apparent weakness, she kept her mouth tightly shut. Deidara smirked, he'd expected this. He ran his tongue along her mouth, but nothing happened. He took one hand, and stroked her neck, his hand trailing down to her hip, where the bone jutted out of skin. The tongue on his hand slid out and circled it, and she gasped, trying not to moan. Deidara took this opportunity to slide his own tongue into her mouth, massaging hers roughly.
Tears ran down her cheeks, as she lay there, weak. Her first kiss...that she had been secretly saving for Naruto...had been taken by this stranger with mouths on his hands. And more was probably to come. Hinata shut her eyes, and then gasped once more as she was knocked out.