The sunlight in the room is nearly blinding. I realize the softness I'm encased in is my blanket, and with that I know I've just woken up. This is my room.
I sit up in bed to stare at the form beside me. I fight an urge to chuckle. He's so much smaller than me... nobody could ever guess I was the one on the bottom.
I run hands through short red locks. So cute and shaggy. Almost like a little dog.
He mutters in his sleep, then turns over.
My eyes widen, I can feel it.
It's not him.
This person isn't him. He's just remarkably similar. No, not even...nobody could truly compare to the one I want to be here, beside me, comfortable and safe.
It's not Sasori-Danna.
He stirs. His eyes open, round and young and...green? Even his eyes aren't right. He smiles.
"Good morning, beautiful..." He whispers, propping himself up and holding me like it means something.
But it doesn't. Not to me.
"Shut up, un." I hiss. Whoops. I didn't mean to sound that harsh.
He looks at me with disbelief, his happy little moment shattered perfectly. I won't lie, it's a practice I've become used to. Breaking things, blowing things up...yeah. Exactly my specialty.
"You alright, Dei?" He asks.
Idiot. I don't even know your name!
"You're NOT allowed to call me that, un. Only one person can do that, un, and you're not even close to what he is. And why the hell would I be alright, whoring myself out to some stupid wuss like you, un?" I make sure to put as much poison in my voice as possible. I'm not even faking. Danna would be proud.
The other simply stares at me in shock. "But, Deidara, I-"
"Get. Out. Un!" I growl. The poor bastard, having to hear this first thing in the morning. But it can't be helped. He quickly stands, frightened by the change of heart I'm showing him, and pulls the blanket over himself. With a straight face, I tell him off further, pouring all my misplaced frustration on the unfortunate soul. "Go down the hallway to the left, un. When you see the third door to the right, go right on in and you're home free." His expression's currently changing from disbelief to rage. To rub it in his face more, I add, "Go on, un! Now! And don't let the door hit you on the way out, un!"
Now, he's definitely pissed. Folding the blanket all around himself, he storms off in a huff, slamming the door and following my directions without a second thought.
I hate this part, but it has to be done. Even if I didn't reject him completely, he knows about the Akatsuki location. If he lives, there's no telling how he'd react to a wanted poster of me, or, for that matter, any of my fellow Akatsuki. Who knows? Next instant we'd be up to our necks in ANBU and bounty hunters and god knows what else. It's the best thing I can do for him to push his heart away for these final moments of his.
My directions aren't to the exit, no.
They're to Tobi and Zetsu-kun's room. And Zetsu HATES having intruders on his and his Tobi-chan's privacy. (Why Zetsu-kun wants basketball-face brat is a mystery to me. Maybe he's got a pumpkin fetish?...)
He'll be dead quickly, at least.
I sigh, waiting for the customary scream of terror to wake the Akatsuki. I get up and start to pull on my clothes. After my pants and netted shirt are in place, I slip on my headband.
A sign of treason, and a reminder of home. An eyesore and a comfort.
And as close to a physical mask for emotion as I'll ever wear.
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(narrator POV)
"I swear, I don't know who keeps sending those tasty men into my room every morning, but I'd sure as hell like to thank them. That's for sure!" Zetsu babbled to no one in particular. Tobi looked kind of sick. Deidara held back a sigh. Cannibalism (or, in the case of Zetsu, semi-cannibalism) was NOT supposed t be a breakfast topic. Especially when almost all of the Akatsuki was present. Homicidal killers, human-eating discussion, and fresh eggs just never really mix.
Hidan sighed. "Oh, for Jashin's sake! Do you ever think past your fuckin' stomach?!?"
Zetsu rolled his eyes. "My stomach is quite incapable of doing that."
The silver-haired man glared. "Bitch all you want when I finish my talkin', Oreo!" Zetsu glared, but Hidan, clueless as to his audience, went on. "Personally, I think whoever it is is a damnable slut!"
Deidara nearly choked on a pancake. It was definitely an 'oh NO you didn't!' kind of moment. However, he couldn't reveal himself by defending said slut. That'd be torture and suicide on a silver platter.
Unfortunately, Hidan continued. "It doesn't take a fuckin' genius to figure out it's the same guy. They always come to you the same way: Smelling like a good fuck, clinging to a blanket an' covering themselves like a pansy, with stale cum all over their legs. He's gotta be sleeping around with guys, then bumping them off using you so nobody can tell who the hell the slut is!"
Deidara's rage mounted. If it wouldn't put his life in jeopardy...oh, the things he'd blow up on that abasing little religious prick's body right at this moment...
Luckily for Deidara, Kakuzu decided to join the conversation.
"Shut it, Hidan. You know damn well not all of us can be blessed with a sex-buddy like you are. That person's feeling a damn sight alone, and you'd better respect that." The stitch-man shot at his partner.
Hidan's cheeks stained red. No, not just red. Pure, deep crimson. "You swore you wouldn't tell anyone about us, you fuckin' bastard!" he hissed.
Itachi looked coldly at Hidan, uninterested-looking, as always. He took a sip from his coffee mug (a cute little number with 'I love you, 'Tashi-chan' scrawled on it, and a little white Icha Icha paradise label on the bottom) before putting his two cents in. "We all knew you two were in bed together. You practically announced it, the way you've been acting."
There were collective nods from around the table, and Hidan stood defeated. Even the leader knew Itachi was NOT to be opposed without severe physical and mental harm. The Jashin-worshipper sighed and decided to eat his breakfast in relative silence.
Itachi gave Deidara a glance, and a nod so barely noticeable that Deidara may have imagined it. The Uchiha was as close to a best friend as he could ask for. They worked on each other's hair every few days, and talked of the difficulties of their relationships. Dei loved being able to tell someone all his troubles without needing to worry about them being revealed. Though, to think of it, there was nothing Itachi couldn't figure out about someone if he wanted to. His behavior analyzing skills were beyond incredible, and that scared Deidara.
Deidara was just getting his fear of Itachi to rise when Tobi interrupted his thoughts.
(Bwahaha! Semi-cliffhanger! Possibly TBC!)
As I write this, I've already got ch.2 in the works. I'm terribly sorry this is so short, but I can't continue unless I know my writing style is half-decent.
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