'Where am I? Am I…dead?' nothing but blackness surrounded him. He couldn't feel his legs, his arms or even the weight of his supposedly heartless chest.
Ba-dump.
No. A sound. It was faint. Ba-dump, ba-dump.
In a sudden turn of sounds, wind rushed past his sensitive ears. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed for the best, only hoping that when this pain ended, he would still be alive.
--
Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee-. Dunk. Throw. Smash. Groan. And turn back to sleep.
She waited for another sound to disturb her slumber.
Nothing.
Good.
Her arms pulled the duvet over her small frame and her eyelids dropped peacefully.
'Sweet serenity.'
Four hours later.
A groggy teenager zombie walked out of her room. Stumbling over miscellaneous items and clothing, the girl walked in a drunkenly manner down the wooden stairway into her kitchen and automatically started to prepare her breakfast consisting of English breakfast tea and toast (with peanut butter and salt).
Yes. Salt.
Wonderful, no?
Well, actually it wasn't meant to be salt. She just honestly couldn't be bothered to pick up the sugar which was about, what, ten centimetres away? It wasn't until she looked up at the oven timer which proudly boasted eleven o'clock, that she realised that she was, so to speak, screwed.
…
"FUCK! Shit, bugger, bollocks, I AM LATE! AGHHH!"
And so the day proceeded normally.
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The brown-haired girl ran, actually more like sprinted, out of her home and headed in a general northerly direction to her high-school. 'Shit! I have only four more weeks of pure hell (school) to go through, yet, almost every day I'm late! FUCK!' she screamed in her head whilst running like a mad-woman.
She rounded a corner when suddenly, she stopped. 'Bugger! I forgot my homework!' And so she turned back and, in a completely 'feminine way', ran like a bull on steroids back to her house.
My, my, my, such an organised girl.
She ran to her office which overlooked a small lake and stopped. She stared at the wharf which extended to just over twelve or so meters over the water.
"Mummy! Look! I'm really good at swimming now!" a small girl of three shouted.
"Well done, sweetie! Now come back to mum for a delicious ice-block!" her mother shouted to her.
"Ok mum!" she squealed in delight. The girl ran up to her mother and gave her a hug before snatching the cold treat and running off to her father who sat just on the edge of the lake.
"Daddy!"
Marianne shook her head from the memory and continued to look for her apparently non-existent homework.
"Shit! Where did it go?"
SPLASH!
"What the…?"
she ran and halted in-front of her window only to see that the water
was disturbed, ripples forming a perfect circle.
'This is private property, no-one should be here…'she thought angrily.
Grabbing something that looked vaguely like her homework and stuffing it into her bag, Marianne sped away to the lake from her back door. She plopped her backpack onto the soft grass and ran to the end of the small, wooden pier whilst calling out for whoever it had been.
"Hello?! Who's there?"
Stopping at the end of the quay, she noticed a body floating in the water.
"FUCK!"
She ripped off her shirt and skirt and yanked off her shoes and socks before jumping into the water and swimming in a straight line towards the body. He seemed lifeless. And shirtless. Whoa. He was very well-built.
BACK ON TASK!
Marianne pulled at his arm and brought him to the surface of the water, spluttering water from almost every single orifice she possessed.
Her strong yet slightly flabby legs kicked speedily towards the shore of white sand whilst she held firmly onto the man's side.
'Just…a…little…further…success!'
Her body heaved until she lay on the grains of sand, panting and sweating. She looked at the man beside her, his back faced towards her. Her eyes scanned to the side of his body and saw the gentle rise and fall.
'At least he's breathing…'
Crawling over to his other side, she brushed the long uni-bang out of his face.
"Hey, mister. You oka-," she paused, he breath catching in her throat. "Oh. My. God."
She snatched her hand away and recoiled like a frightened animal. The man groaned and his right eye slowly flickered open.
"You're…you're Deidara…aren't you?" her eyes were wide and about ready to pop out of her head.
He gazed at her, "Where am I? Un…"
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Kuri: Well, this is the first chapter of my first story arc!
Deidara: And I'm her muse. -_\/ Great...
Kuri: -Grins- Yeah. I don't own Naruto or anything. Sheesh. Anyway, thanks to Unko-chan and Bikou-chan for the editing and stuff!
R and R please!
-Missunderstood Darkness.
