The next few months seemed to pass in a blur, Deidara and I became very close. The woman who owned the orphanage thought that we would get into trouble so she moved Deidara into another room, but Deidara was a ninja. . . I found out when I walked into the room and saw him standing on the ceiling . . . and every night he would sneak in through my window and crawl in bed with me. We never did anything, Deidara would just hold me all night long, and be gone when the woman made her rounds in the morning. I think she was mostly afraid because Deidara was three years older than me.
"Ryu?" Deidara asked as he crawled into bed with me one night. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist, the mouth on his hand placing kisses on my stomach, the other played with my hair.
"Hm?" I asked. I could feel his breath on my neck as he spoke.
"Why are we still here?" he asked.
I laughed lightly. "Because no one wants to adopt two love sick teenagers. I answered.
Deidara laughed quietly to himself. "No, I mean why don't we run away ?" he asked.
I flipped around in the bed and looked at him in shock. "Deidara, be real! We can't do that! Where would we go? We have no way to get food or clothes or—or...or anything!" I said. I loved Deidara but sometimes his brain amazed me.
"Yes we do." he said kissing my forehead. "I went out last night and found a small abandoned house in a little field in the outskirts of town, and I'm a shinobi, I can make money that way. The old man has been asking me to come back." Maybe he was right, maybe we could do it. So I agreed and in the middle of the next night we left. Deidara carried me and we found the little cottage and made it our home.