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By the way, I am really sorry for the short chapter. I promise I shall write a nice long chapter for anyone. I don't relaly need reviews to make me write more (I'm mainly doing this just for the fun of it) but it'd be cool to get a lil' love.
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Much love.
Marianne had no idea what just happened in the last fifteen minutes. One second she was running around like a blue-arsed fly and the next she was hauling Deidara's, of all people, ass out of a freaking lake!
The world was seriously screwing up.
So here she was, pacing in her living room with an S-classed criminal sleeping on her couch.
"What did I do to deserve this?!" she muttered furiously to herself. 'Okay! Just ask calmly what the hell happened. That'll work. For sure. Next, ask if he remembers who he is. That should work, too. I hope!'
She glanced over to the sleeping figure and narrowed her eyes. He was playing possum.
"I can tell you're awake."
"Hmph." He twisted his body and sat up, looking her directly in the eyes. "Who are you? Un."
She paused and considered her answer carefully, "That is none of your concern at this moment. Do you remember who you are?"
He paused. Should he really give away his identity? "I'm Deidara. Un."
"With an obvious speech impediment." Marianne whispered hotly under her breath.
Deidara sneered, "Answer my question. Who are you?" he was too uptight to end his sentence with the usual 'humph'.
"Marianne. Marianne Griffins," she paused, looked at his body for a quick second and blushed profusely. "Uh, I'll get you some clothes. Wait here."
She sprinted up the stairway and into her room.
Deidara waited as patiently as he could, (Which wasn't very in his case). He dully noted that the whole house was tidy. Yet, on closer inspection, he noticed that everything was covered with a fine layer of dust, as if no-one had been in the house for quite sometime. Hmm, interesting indeed…
He heard a slight stumble of feet connecting with wood, a stream of colourful words and the girl came into view from the white door frame.
She threw a green shirt towards the boy and just leaned against the wall. Deidara smelled the t-shirt and it vaguely reminded him of a man cologne. he decided not to ask any questions, yet.
"How did you get here?" she asked after a while.
Deidara frowned. How did he? He couldn't even begin to imagine what had happened.
"I…I don't know…un…"
'Interesting…he doesn't even remember what happened? This ought to be good.'
"Well, either way. Until you remember how you got here and how you can get back, I'm guessing you'll have to stay here."
"Why," he jumped up and was behind her in a flash, smirking, "should I trust you, un?"
A small, glistening bead of sweat escaped from her skin "Because I saved your ass from drowning at the bottom of a lake…?" she answered hastily.
"Hmm…" he seemed to consider her answer, "good enough reason, I suppose. Hn."
Marianne breathed a sigh of relief when she felt him brush past her and sit calmly back on her, now spectacularly dirty, couch.
She was in for some serious shit.
"So…" 'What a great way to start a conversation…' "Deidara, how do you feel?"
He gave her a confused look, "About what? Un…"
"Y'know, you're probably not where you were last…" she paused and sat down next to him, "I'd be scared shitless…"
'Another place, eh? I wonder…un?' Deidara mused inwardly before seeing everything go black.
Marianne's body froze, her breathing hitched in her throat and her eyes became wide. Deidara decided, involuntarily of course, to drop his head onto her shoulder, push her down until she had her back flat against the couch and sleep. On her.
Great.
'Poor guy. Must be mentally strained.' She sighed in exasperation. Squirming and writhing in a desperate attempt to free herself from the 'body-prison', Marianne finally fell onto the floor, Deidara's arm trailing after. When the spots in her vision finally cleared, she found that something was touching her.
Touching her in inappropriate places.
Or more specifically, her chest.
Deidara's hand.
Twitch.
'What am I going to do?'
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It took her a while, but somehow, Marianne finally managed to get out of her…interesting predicament.
And now, she was sitting at on her couch with a sleeping Deidara facing away from her.
And then she noticed.
Her homework was on the coffee table.
Her fucking math homework. It was there on the freaking coffee table all along.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed whilst lunging for the cursed papers and books.
However a certain blond just slept through the different colourful words being yelled at top speed and the breaking of many household items.
To be frank, it would make the cast of Jackass feel shame. Even they weren't as...insane.
Marianne just let her head roll into her hands. Why her? What did she ever to do the world?
She looked at her phone. No new messages…
'You said you would call…mother…father…'
She seized her phone from the table and hurtled it into her fish tank.
'Good riddance.' She thought bitterly.
How deliciously emo. XD
Anyway, Hope you liked and I'll be back with another chapter and a bit more description of Marianne.
Anywho. Have a nice day!