[Hi everyone, this is the 3rd edition of this story and have considered re writing the whole thing from scratch on many occasions. Any and all feedback for my work is welcome and appreciated.]
"Wow you sure are pretty - hmn." Deidara grinned, he couldn't decide whether he wanted to pin her against the wall, smother her with kisses, or blow her face off with detonating clay.
Sachi glowered at the so called "artist" she hated the fact she couldn't let her guard down for one second since she started seeing a certain member of the elite Akatsuki, she was in nothing but a towel.
"What the hell do you want, Deidara?" she said assertively, she wasn't amused by his sudden appearance at all. All hell would break loose within the group if Itachi found out he was here.
"Oh come on now, you'd beg me to make love to you if you weren't so scared of your precious 'weasel' finding out." The sculptor giggled as he saw the flash of anger in Sachi's eyes, which rapidly turned into shock, horror.
How did he know? It cannot be that obvious and Itachi wouldn't have said a word to anyone, which means...
"Yes, I've been watching you, Sachi my darling -mn." His smirk grew, Sachi didn't think it was possible.
"I never realised that boring lifeless idiot could actually let his guard down, hmn, congratulations that's quite an accomplishment" he was snickering like a little boy.
"Get out Deidara,"
His face dropped at her words, "But I made you something!" he said, grinning again. Then from his cloak he produced a bunch of Roses, sculpted from clay. Sachi flinched, she knew what he was capable of.
"Oh don't worry they won't explode, unless you want them to - heh."
"Just get out..."
"And if I don't? hmn?"
"I'll..."
"Tell Itachi?" Deidara laughed but held Sachi's gaze.
"And what would Itachi do about that? Hmn? I mean apart from tell you it's your fault, then put you through some inescapable genjutsu with that repulsive sharingan, which you can't really avoid, since you love to stare into his eyes so much."
"Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about!"
Of course he did, Deidara despised Itachi for being inartistic, among other things and knew that he did not know how to treat pieces of beautiful art work like her. That's what she was to him, living, breathing art. He didn't understand why he felt that way, because he believed that true art was captured in a single moment, yet Sachi had clearly existed for some time now.
Sachi shook with rage and fear, she couldn't believe he was doing this, she knew he had a thing for her, but the whole group did, she was the only girl who wasn't unattainable after all. This was unexpected.
"Get out Deidara, before I do something I regret."
A mischievous grin spread across Deidara's face and he advanced towards Sachi with lighting speed, she was to emotional to counter act his movement and before she knew it she was backed up against the wall.
Deidara bit his lip and stroked the side of Sachi's beautifully soft face. She glared at him, but she knew all to well that if she attempted to kick the crap out of him, he'd blow them both up, the rose bunch was quite substantial enough to kill them. He'd gotten her good this time, he'd obviously planned every detail.
"I-Itachi...will... K-ki..." Sachi was stammering, she couldn't believe it. She wasn't afraid of Deidara, in fact one could say she had a bit of a soft spot for him, they'd grown up together. She was terrified of Itachi and what he would most likely do to the both of them if he found out the sculptor had his hands on her. You see, the Uchiha had become somewhat possessive over the Akatsuki's only other female member and believed strongly that only some one of superior strength and rank could take Sachi from him. He'd go ballistic if he knew his most hated comrade and his inferior, Deidara had been so bold as to act on his feelings for her. Then again, people wouldn't expect less from Deidara.
He smirked and put a finger up to Sachi's full lips. "Shhh, we wouldn't want that now would we? Hmn?"
Sachi sighed, he'd obviously figured everything out. She couldn't ever bare being figured out. Her face dropped, her body was no longer as tense. "Deidara..." she whispered and lifted a hand to his face and brushed his blonde hair from his face. "We can't do this. Not now."
Deidara pouted, but smiled at Sachi's touch. She was so soft, warm and vulnerable for an S-rank shinobi, he could hardly stop himself trembling, everyone else thought it was a joke but it wasn't. Deidara had been in love with her for years. He had known her for years, before either of them had ever met Itachi or heard of the organization.
