Earthquake
SasoDei Fanfic/ Girl Deidara
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Deidara sat in her room, her hands buried in her hair. Tears ran down her cheeks. She tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling. Yes, it happened it again. Sasori brought home some girl, drunk. It always made her mad, listening to the sounds of Sasori fucking some random girl while he was drunk.
She got up, brushing her long blond hair and fixing her dark makeup. No, she was not goth, but she liked wearing dark eyeshadow. She put on an off the shoulder, black short dress that showed his curves and chest. She looked at the red 'S' hanging off her neck. I took all she had not to just rip it off and burn it.
She slipped on black stilettos, that had spikes running down the back. She walked out her room, ignoring moans that filled the apartment. She grabbed her car keys, stopping for a second. If she was going to a club, she might want to be prepared. She walked back into her room, pulling out a Desert Eagle pistol and strapped it to her thigh, underneath her dress. She fixed her ruby-red lipstick.
She walked out of her room again, throwing her car keys onto the bed. She wanted to walk, rather than drive in a car that smelt like Sasori. She left the apartment, slipping on her dark shades. She looked over her shoulder at the closed door. She smiled, shook her head and walked into the lobby. Deidara ignored stares and whistles. She started her walk, walking down the sidewalk. Deidara loved the city. She loved the bright lights, loud music, and cute boys.
She walked into the club, earning whistles from boys. She smiled and set her shades on top on her head. She walked over to a boy. They started dancing, the music blaring. She laughed. She never wanted the sun to come up.
She danced the night away, laughing and smiling. All the boys begged to dance with her. She danced in rhythm with the music. She completely forgot about Sasori, easily brushing him off as if he was just a bug on her shoulder. Meanwhile, at the apartment, Sasori completely forgot about Deidara.
Finally, Deidara decided to go. She walked out of the club, and on the streets. She danced with a street performer, some by-standers filming the scene. They danced together, dancing and laughing. When she started walking down the street again, she took off her heels, carrying them in her hand. She smiled when a child asked her for an autograph. Deidara was a famous singer, dancer, and model. She signed the child's notebook, and took pictures. She continued walking down the street, not bothering to check the time. She looked over her shoulder at the rising sun.
She walked into the lobby, checking in. She walked up the stairs, unlocking the door to her apartment. When she walked in, Sasori was passed out on the couch, the girl getting dressed. She scowled at me. On the other hand, the place was a mess! She pulled out her gun, racking it and pointing it at the girl, her gaze turning into an intimidating glare. Sasori jumped up at the sound of Deidara racking her gun. Sasori jumped in front of her, wiping his sleepy brown eyes.
"Babe, calm down," Sasori tried to calm Deidara.
Deidara smiled. Sasori's eyes grew wide.
"Bye, bitch."
Deidara pulled the trigger, killing both Sasori and the slut.
She smiled and blew the top of the gun, the smoke blowing to the side.
"See ya in Hell, bastard."
She left before the police came. That wasn't first time she's killed someone, and it wasn't going to be her last.