Hey guys ^^
I just felt like writing this fanfic, and I'd really like to hear your opinions! I don't mind criticism, just keep it a little friendly, m'kay? XD
Yeah, I'm gonna continue writing, just because I love Deidara :) and this story, I think. But after a few chapters, I might lose motivation, and if I don't get any reviews, I'll have no reason to continue. :'(
So please review, so that I'll be able to know if I should continue or not! Thanks!
By the way, this is the INTRODUCTION. So... yeah. It's supposed to be short. ^^
Water churning all around, filling my mouth, nose, ears. I can't see; only darkness surrounds my struggling body. Kicking, flailing, every frantic motion harder to do then the last. It's getting so tiring…
My lungs ache, shouting frantic messages at my mind. I struggle to take a breath, inhaling nothing but water, and curse at the black dots now crowding my vision. They push my thoughts back into my head. All is silent…
No.
I can't die like this.
I'm growing weary. One last push of my body, and I've gone no farther then before. There's no up or down. Darkness is everywhere, churning water now filling my lungs. So, so cold…
No.
I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. I'm engulfed in a black haze. I can't move, body motionless, and can feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Weights push down on my limbs, and slowly, I'm sucked into a deep sleep. Unconsciousness.
Sasori.
Forgive me.
Suddenly everything goes dark.
"Hey, Deidara! Wake up!"
I awoke with a loud gasp, clutching my sheets with both hands. From the dark shadows cast across the room, it's apparent how late at night it is. Flipping a strand of sweaty blond hair from my face, I took a number of deep breaths, heart beating frantically with every one.
I lowered my eyes. My roommate had been woken by my screams. Again.
"Sorry," I muttered, cheeks growing hot. My voice was barely above a whisper. The nightmares weren't something I could control, and they had been coming more and more frequently. Who knew how long it'd be before they got worse? "I was… yelling again, wasn't I?"
"More like shrieking, Dei." Sarushi Konei, my roommate for the past year, stood over my bed. His usually emotionless face was deep with worry, eyebrows creased, dark eyes concerned. He moved back onto the edge of his bed, legs swinging. "You've been having the same nightmare for over six months."
I shook my head. "They're not always the same," I tried to steady my breathing, with no success. It had always been incredibly difficult to hide my fear, and it was all I could do to stop my lip from trembling. "I-I'm sorry I woke you. But I'm fine, hmm? I wish you'd stop getting so concerned."
"Deidara." Konei frowned at me, voice firm. He stood up. "Look. I'm just worried about you, that's all. Dreams do have hidden meanings, and… maybe there's more to them then you think."
I clenched my teeth, fear being replaced with anger. I hated being treated with such sympathy, as though I was the one who needed pity.
"You don't know what I think," Frustration tainted my words. "You don't know anything. I'm fine, okay? Just-" My voice wavered. "L-leave me alone, hmm?"
