"You're lucky, Deidara." Kakuzu told him, as a steady stream of smoke came out of his mouth.
"Yeah, how am I lucky, un?" Deidara sniffed and rubbed his visible eye, even though there wasn't any tears left. Kakuzu put a comforting arm around the blond's shoulder.
"You've still never seen him during one of these times." He whispered. Deidara's eye widened and he looked up at Kakuzu, seeing years in him that Deidara never would've dreamed of. How much has Kakuzu seen? What could possibly make such a handsome man gain so many ugly years in his eyes? Tears returned to Deidara's eyes as he looked to the open ambulance doors. While the first responders were securing the gurney onto the ramp, he could see the albino was, amazingly, still conscious.
"Hey! Kuzu! Didn't I tell you? I told you! Jashin loves me!" Hidan screeched out, a grin spreading across his mouth, as his pink eyes strained to see through his drugged haze. Kakuzu pulled Deidara's head into his shirt, covering Deidara's eyes from the sight of Hidan. Even though he did this, he could feel Deidara had started to cry again. The ambulance doors slammed shut, cutting off his rant, before it sped off to the hospital.
Kakuzu stayed with Deidara for a little longer, and he finished his cigarette. "I'm going to go to the hospital, and keep an eye on him." He told Deidara, and looked at him, meeting his blue eye. "You go home." He instructed. He walked over to his grey Honda, got in, and drove off. Deidara stood there on the sidewalk by Hidan's house. He looked up at the dismal building, and shuddered. He didn't want to imagine what had been happening when he received that phone call from Hidan. He didn't want to know why Kakuzu was already there when he arrived. Even looking at the house, it looked like it belonged to someone who wasn't sane. Someone who had no sense of reality, or someone who was on drugs. In Hidan's case, no one really could tell most of the time.
The blond hugged himself before finally managing to shuffle his feet, and down the street, heading back to his house. But a surprise was waiting for him, when he got there. Three redheads were waiting for him. Well, to be fair, two were actually redheads, the other had a more ginger color. Pein walked down from the porch when he saw Deidara, and put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.
"We heard from Kakuzu." He said. To Deidara, it sounded like he didn't care. Yet, when he looked up at those steel grey eyes, he could actually see empathy there.
"He hasn't had any progress in years, but this is just ridiculous." Sasori stated, infinitely annoyed. Even in this time of traumitization, Deidara managed to smile. Sasori always managed to find some way to be irritated.
"Akasuna, calm yourself." Pein ordered, and Sasori held his tongue, while wrinkles creased his eyebrows together. The other redhead Deidara had never seen before, and he was facing away from Deidara. Pein squeezed the blond's shoulder, causing him to look back at Pein. "We think Hidan is in real danger to himself this time, and, as much as the counselor has tried to help him, he hasn't been able to do a thing, so I brought someone who I believe can actually put things in perspective for him." He told Deidara. The two walked back onto the porch, and Pein left Deidara's side, and joined the unknown redhead's. He whispered to the other, before the redhead turned to look at Deidara. The blond blinked in surprise, and almost doubled back. The red head had a similar fringe to his, even on the same side, but his exposed eye was a perfect resemblance to Pein's. So perfect, in fact, that it was a certainty they were at least cousins.