Disclaimer: I do Not own Naruto.
Rated M for adult themes and scenes.
A/N: This has always been an interesting couple for me, so we'll see how everything goes.
Her beauty is fleeting, hm.
As the way it should be. Everlasting beauty is useless. Perfection should be transient.
He had strayed too far into Konoha territory, but finding her was like slipping down the rabbit hole. But it was just as rewarding as finding gold at the end of the rainbow.
There she lay. That blonde mane of hers was kissed to perfection by the light's touch. Her skin gleam, blessed by the sun's faint kisses. Her choice in clothing was minmal, but it was well-suited to her figure. She was a paragon.
She faintly resembled him.
Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Alluring. Maybe that was why he was drawn to her, like a moth discovering a flame. He was vain, yes. But, there's nothing wrong with finding beauty in oneself. Confidence could go a long way.
The slit centered on the palm of his hand was wet with excitement. Would he have some fun before his rendezvous? She hadn't even noticed his presence, silently looming under the cover of the shadows, provided by the enormous tress inhabited by the Land of Fire. She twitched, fidgeting momentarily, as she stirred from a light slumber. The breeze tickled her skin, dancing as if to alert her to the existence of the stranger.
Deidara tensed, unaware he was holding his breath, as if that would keep him from being discovered.
"Exactly how long are you going to watch me?" Listening to her speak, was like listening to the soft utterance of musical chimes. Shit. He had underestimated her. He was an S-Class criminal, for God's sake. A silly mistake.
The leaves protested his movement, rustling in their slight anger as Deidara moved into the light. "You have some nerve speaking to me the way you do, hm."
Cyan met aquamarine, alike.
The man in front of her was not someone to be trifled with. He could tell she knew that based on the reaction she provided him. Her lips parted in awe. Ino wasted no time in getting to her feet. It would be just her luck to encounter someone of his caliber. Perhaps if she hadn't stopped to lay down, maybe she wouldn't be in this position; However, that was not his problem.
Her fingers flew to the shuriken pack strapped to her leg, she flew into action, flinging the ninja weapons at Deidara. The noble sacrifice for her country? She must know she was no match for him. Clank, Clack! Deidara parried the attack, easily, though he had to admit, he had not expected her to take a running start at him. It was with that unpredictable nature, she nearly landed a potentially lethal kick to his frame. The ground cracked beneath her foot, as she righted her balance from the missed assault. He was defensive, wary of her strength. While, taijutsu had not been his specialty, as he were more of a long-ranged fighter, he could hold his own against her. Though she was not trained by the infamous kunoichi with monstrous strength, she had a bit of a wallop behind her attacks.
He did need to end this though. Surely, Danna was finished with the task at hand and patience was not his field of expertise. He could hear the air leave her lungs, as he finally came on the offensive, his foot landing on her torso. The force of that kick was able to land distance between the two. Thud! Ino squeaked, the only sound leaving her body, as she shot back into the trunk of a nearby tree. Droplets of blood shot forth from her mouth, landing onto the fabric of her skirt. He took his time, stalking up on the woman, as she sat on her ass against the tree. She could barely keep her eyes open.
"Let's go, Deidara." He had gotten so wrapped up in their little skirmish, he had not realized his red-heard partner had made his appearance. Sasori was finished faster than he had anticipated. "There is a patrol squadron in the near vicinity." Dull eyes glanced down to the senseless woman, leaning against the tree trunk. "We could use a medical ninja around the compound. Bring her."
"Hm," He exerted little effort, picking up the semi-unconscious woman. She was in no longer in any shape to put up a fight. He was without an argument for his red-headed counterpart. To be honest, he did not care too much to engage in one. A disagreement regarding art was far more interesting.
She was a little heavier than he thought, having more muscle on her than he had assumed. Deidara trailed off after Sasori in silence. They would exchange more words when they did not have to worry about encountering a patrol squad.
A/N: How did that go? I'm sorry for the short chapter. I'm definietly feeling a bit nervous after being gone for so long from writing. Should be updating this shortly, please bear with me, lol. Next chapter should be longer, with more detail. If you have any questions, let me know! They should be answered next chapter. Happy Monday! Have a great week guys.