Meeting you at the edge of oblivion; Gave me a small but sure warmth
"Pick a hand." He said with what could only be described as a 'shit-eating grin' on his pale face. She wasn't really in the mood for games. It was her birthday today and she hadn't gotten one acknowledgment yet. But what did she expect when she only hung around with narrow-minded, violent men. Although, now she had Deidara standing in front of her with both of his hands out. Fists holding surprises.
"What is this?" She asked in a monotone voice, as she pushed a lock of blue hair of her eyes and back into place.
"Just pick a hand." He said again, a bit more persistently this time. She rolled her eyes and tapped a finger to his right fist. A quick smile came over Deidara as he slowly opened his fist. In his palm, resting above one of his closed mouths – sat a small origami crane made out of clay. Konan picked it up gently and studied it.
"You made me a crane out of clay?" Konan asked. She didn't now what to feel. She had always been so indifferent towards Deidara. Mostly because she spent all of her time with Pein.
"It's not as good as your paper cranes…but I think it will do for now. And don't worry, it won't explode." He said with a smile. It looked genuine and all Konan could think to do was stare back at him.
"Happy Birthday, Konan." Deidara said as he took one last look into her black eyes before turning around and walking away. As Konan watched his retreating form, a warmth appeared in the pit of her stomach as she replayed his kind gesture in her mind.