Chapter One: A Day After Death

Author's Note: This is after Deidara gets his arm back.

Deidara sat on his bed, his knees tight to his chest, tears welled in his eyes. He held a picture in one hand, tracing over the people several times with his finger. Sasori had died only the day before. The door was tightly locked and a chair blocked it. There were no windows and the floor and ceiling were stone. He shuddered. "Danna, why did you leave me, un?" He threw the picture against the wall, shattering the frame and glass. Dei threw his arms around his body and wept. After a few minutes he raised his face and wiped away the tears. "God damn it, hmm. What's the point in crying, un? This just isn't worth it anymore, hmm." He fished through the numerous pockets in his cloak at the same time sliding it off. Deidara finally found what he was looking for. Out of a pocket he slid a neatly folded pocket knife. He clicked it open...

...Konan, Kisame, Tobi, Itachi, and Kakuzu sat at the table. Everyone had a glass of wine poured in front of them, except Tobi of coarse. He had said something along the lines of, "No. Tobi is a good boy. Tobi doesn't drink. Besides Tobi is underage." Though Itachi was also underage, no one really cared. Konan sighed deeply.

"What's wrong Konan?" Kisame asked.

"Nothing, really. I guess I've been just a bit worried since we lost Sasori."

"Hey, it's just one less person to feed, meaning more money..." Konan stood up.

"You rotten piece of shit! That's all you fuckin' think about! Money, money, money. Retard. Anyways Sasori was a puppet he didn't have to eat, and he never did."

"I'm not really surprised he died. He was fighting another puppet master and a chuunin trained by the hokage herself." Itachi added in.

"I'm not worried about that, it's more Dei I'm worried about." Kisame laughed at her remark. Konan blushed furiously. "I mean, they were really close and they were partners, y'know."

"Senpai's my partner now." Tobi piped up.

"Shut up, Tobi. Nobody asked you." Tobi folded his arms. "If you're so worried about Dei, I'll go check on him." Kisame backed away from the table and stood up. Konan rose too.

"I'm comin' with you. Knowing you you'll say he's fine if he's obviously not." Kisame smirked. They both walked up the hall to Deidara's bedroom. Kisame knocked on the door.

"You okay in there Deidara?" No answer came.

"Dei?" Konan said worried. Kisame looked odd. His nose was scrunched and he looked like he smelled something.

"Oh God damn it. Dei open the door NOW!" he started to shake on the doorknob.

Konan looked at him saying, "What's wrong?"

"I smell, blood." Kisame said pausing. Konan's pupils went wide. Though Kisame could smell much better than her, she could smell blood very clearly.

"Deidara!" she yelled pounding on the door.

"What're we gonna do?"

"I've got one idea," she said running to the kitchen.

"Konan!" She came back wielding his sword.

"Move!" she shouted. Once she had made contact with the door it was half torn down. She pushed a half shocked Kisame through the gaping hole in the wall. Deidara was leaning against a wall with a similar expression. A knife was in his left hand and blood dripped down his arms to form puddles on the floor. Konan shivered. "Deidara..." He raised his head to look at her. His eyes uncaring and blood spattered his face.

"Go away, Konan, un." At this point she was shaking. Seeing an enemy die was nothing, but her friend was an entirely different story.

"Deidara, put down the knife, now," Kisame said coldly. Deidara didn't move.

"Please, Dei! Don't hurt yourself! Please, please..."

"I'll do whatever the hell I want, un!" He dug the blade into his skin.

"Deidara, please stop, please!"

"I already told you to go away, you worthless piece of shit, un." Kisame lunged at him. Deidara expecting if anyone would try to overpower him it would be Konan, became somewhat helpless at Kisame's strength. He grabbed Deidara's wrists and pinned his limbs to his sides.

"God damn it let go of me faggot, hmm!" Kisame gripped tighter. He continued to thrash until the blood loss finally caught up to him and he passed out. He set the unconscious teen on his bed.

"So, is he gonna be okay?"

"Not if we don't stop the bleeding soon," she replied. "Go get me a few shirts out of his closet." He tossed her a shirt from the teen's closet. Quickly she tied it tightly around Deidara's arm. "I still need more."

"That's the only shirt in his closet."

"Then give me your shirt." Kisame tore the side of his shirt and pulled it off. He handed it to Konan. She wrapped it around his other arm. She stood and looked at Kisame.

"You might want to wash the blood off of your hands." He walked to the kitchen to wipe the blood off.

"OH MY GOD! DID YOU KILL SENPAI?" Tobi ran to Deidara's room to see what happened.

"You really did kill him!" he said before passing out.

"Hey, Kisame, look at this." She motioned him to the wall where a picture of Deidara and Sasori lay among the glass...

...Deidara awoke to Kisame leaning over him, still shirtless.

"Go away, Kisame, un," he mumbled. Kisame left him lying there. Deidara was still a bit woozy from the blood loss. He wished greatly that Sasori was there because Sasori was the reason for this. Deidara wanted him, needed him there…