Yooooow^^ Okey... So... This is the weirdest story I have ever written... Yeah... Eum... Originally written in Norwegian... And it was... I dunno, 5000 words? Though I was too lazy to translate all of it... I might do it though... If I get some reviews... Eh, yeah... Crappy, I know... Eum, enjoy?
Deidara was unusually calm. So calm, it was starting to freak everybody out. They watched as he sat there, eyes closed, breathing calmly. "Deidara-san? Are you alright?" Kisame tried, but the blond didn't answer.
"Deidara-san?" he tried again.
"Kisame, let him be," Zetzu said.
"But…" Kisame was cut off by a stern look from Itachi.
"…" Kisame stared at the blond, hoping he would react in some way.
A single tear ran from the blonds eye, slowly crawling down his cheek. Everyone stared as another tear followed. The tears was followed up with deep, heart wrecking sobs, filled with anger, despair, sorrow…
"Deidara-san…" Kisame whispered.
"Why?" Came a silent whisper from the blond.
"De…" Kisame started.
"WHY!" Deidara screamed, as he crawled up. Clutching his chest in pain.
"Deidara… It'll be okay… Just give it sometime…" Kisame tried.
"It's not fair, un…" Deidara whispered. "It's not fair…" Deidara chanted.
"It's not fair… It's not fair… Un… It's not fair…" He continued, only stopping for a few seconds when a sob escaped his lips.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" Deidara screamed. The other members just stared at him, unsure of what to do.
"Deidara..." Kisame whispered.
"It hurts… Un… It hurts so badly… Please… Make it stop… Please, un…"
Everyone stared down at him, unsure of what to do.
"Bring him back… Please… Bring him back…"
"Deidara… It's impossible… He's… He's gone…"
"No! He'll come back… I know he will… He promised!"
Kisame wanted to say something, but Itachi laid a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head 'no'.
Yeah... Eum, Review? I really like reviews...