A/N:

It's been quite some time since I've been on this site. I'm really hoping you all like this story. I really wanted to explore the darker side of Deidara. Of course this story won't be too dark, just a little angst I suppose.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

I'm usually a very heavy sleeper; I rarely ever wake up in the middle of the night. Tonight was a different story. I woke up uneasy and extremely cold, I shivered slightly, still dazed from my deep sleep. I rubbed my eyes slightly and prepared to adjust my position so I could go back to sleep, but my eye caught movement. Horror washed over my body as I looked over at my window praying and hoping this was just my imagination at work. There was a blond haired devil standing there with his signature grin; the guy I never wanted to see again. I wanted to call out for help, but I decided it was best to seem unfazed by the intruder's unwanted presence.

"I never thought I'd see you again, especially not in my room in the middle of the night." I said from my bed as I sat up ruffling my brown hair and yawning. It must have been close to one in the morning and honestly seeing Deidara in my room was the most absurd thing that could ever happen to me. I was trying my best to hide my surprise. There was no need to give the S-class criminal the satisfaction that he could still get a rise out of me. Aside from that, I was afraid. He was stronger than me; he was stronger than most people I knew and I'm sure he was stronger now than when I knew him. I was just a simple medic with good chakra control and training in medical jutsu and because of that I was never in his league.

"You make it so easy for someone to sneak up on you, yeah." Deidara said chuckling. Just hearing his voice was making my blood boil. He was the one who chose to cut ties with me, so why now come back? I was holding my breath. Every part of my body ached to touch him but I didn't move.

He moved from my windowsill where he had been sitting and stood in front of me. He was taller, his hair longer, and all his boyish qualities were replaced with mature masculine features; these were all things I expected. I had spent plenty of nights thinking of him and what he would be like after all this time. People grow up. I could feel my heart constricting. His hand cupped my cheek and wiped away the tears that were starting to form. He didn't realize how much he was hurting me. Ever since he left people stopped even mentioning his name around me. I hated to be reminded of him in any way, but here he was standing in front of me in the flesh acting as if he'd never left.

"I almost believed you would try to bring me back, yeah." He seemed almost disappointed. When he left me I nearly died. I was weak- emotionally and physically- bringing him back was something I could never had accomplished. He bent my arm back behind my head and pulled me up so I was standing in front of him. He was still a good foot taller than me, and I was close enough to smell him, still the same freshly cut grass scent that I always loved. I didn't want to be reminded of him, of our childhood together. My arm was finally starting to ache from the position he had it in. Was there a need to man handle me; to prove that my life was in his hands? It was as if he was mad that I was alive. What did he expect to come back to the village and find my grave? Maybe that was why he was here, to kill me. Maybe there was something I knew about him that he didn't want others to know.

"I didn't come here to hurt you, yeah." He said calmly.

"You could've fooled me. Why else show up in my room in the middle of the night and practically try to break my arm?" I hissed.

"You're right, next time I'll knock on the door and greet your mom. I'm sure she'd be so happy to see me," His voice dripped with sarcasm, "Eighteen years old and still living with mommy, yeah?"

I don't know why he thought he could talk to me like that, but it wasn't okay. I tried to rip my arm free of his grasp but he held on tightly. I wished that I was strong enough to kill him, that I had actually become a ninja, one that could rip him apart. How could he ever think it was okay to come back here to the village, to come back and see me? Seeing him now was proof of how much he'd changed and it wasn't for the better; I couldn't lie to myself anymore.

"Do you want the entire village to know you're here? Maybe I'll just scream and wake everyone up. I'm sure everyone would be thrilled to see you. And can you sense my mother's chakra? No? That's because she's dead."

He seemed taken aback when I said the last part. His grip on my arm loosened but only slightly. So there was a heart in there somewhere.

"Wake the entire village up; I'll have no trouble killing them all, yeah." His words struck me like a physical blow. He wasn't the Deidara I knew. He wasn't the boy who used to sit with me on top of my roof watching the stars. He wasn't the boy who used to hold an umbrella over my head and walk me home in the rain. He wasn't the boy who told me that I didn't have to be a ninja because he'd always protect me. I lost that boy a long time ago.

"I didn't come here to fight. I'm assuming you heard I'm a part of an organization called Akatsuki, yeah?" Suddenly his whole demeanor changed and he was all business.

"Being a terrorist wasn't good enough for you?" I asked almost laughing. His grip left my arm and went for my neck. Both my hands clawed at his trying to release my throat.

"Akatsuki is recruiting you; we need a medic, yeah."

"There are plenty of better medics out there." I choked out.

"You're plenty good. Besides, you're not a ninja; you won't be hunted down by Hunter Nin and we won't have to worry about you being strong enough to put up a fight, yeah."

His hand left my throat and he pulled me close to his body. I tried to push him away but he was stronger than me, I didn't want him this close to me. He was beginning to seem like a selfish, bipolar asshole. His lips grazed my ear and I wanted to scream that he wasn't allowed to touch me, but he held me firmly in place his hand over my mouth stopping any noise that could have come out.

"You don't have a choice Akari. My comrade is waiting downstairs and if you refuse I can't promise your protection, yeah." My eyes were filling with tears. I knew that whoever was downstairs could kill me and could possibly be stronger than Deidara. Here standing in front of me was the guy who ruined my life years ago and had come back to finish the job.

"Grab a few clothes, any medical supplies you have, and weapons- if you have any; we're leaving in ten minutes, yeah."