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Chapter Two-Dreams
He kept running and he couldn't stop, something was pulling him forward calling out to him, telling him to keep running. Her velvet voice whispered in the back of his mind calling out and he could only comply. Racing further along the concrete streets of Amegakure, his footsteps echoed and his breaths came out as pants.
He came to a stop in front of the only tree he had seen in the modern city and there she was just like the night before. Her hair as black as the night itself, her piercing crimson eyes staring straight at him making him feeling bare and totally alone in the world.
Blood red tears flowing down her milky white cheeks.
Her left palm bleeding but this time she held it up and showed him that behind the blood was the outline of a dragonfly.
The image was buried into his subconscious and then she smiled.
It seemed so odd; she was crying yet somehow she was happy to see him. The pain was clearly etched across her face and her being, her pain and suffering called out to him but this time she spoke. It was different somehow things had changed.
"I call and I call but yet still you don't come. Why? Why do you run away?" Her voice was just like the one in the back of his mind but this time her weeping was evident. Now her voice was filled with pain, with betrayal.
He wanted to run away, to leave this woman. Something about her was so familiar and he wanted to comfort her to hold her but his mind screamed at him to run as she stood and took a step forward…
Deidara jumped up from his bed, his body slick with sweat as he began fumbling with the blankets as for some reassurance that he wasn't outside next to the same tree. His hands tangled in the white sheets and his blonde hair fell in front of his face as he leaned forward breathing hard. The golden locks were tangled and shone in the moonlight making his pale skin stand out and his mind was going at a hundred miles an hour trying to process the dream he had just had.
He cursed the woman in his dreams once more, somehow he still felt like she was calling out to him. Like she was haunting him. His mind then began to blame someone and he jumped to Pein the Akatsuki leader and a silent curse left his lips for the man.
The Akatsuki had been called to Amegakure for help with traitors just a few days ago and of course Deidara along with his partner Sasori had ventured back to follow out with their orders. Pein needed help with a group of people who were trying to break their 'gods' peace, Pein's peace. They had been patrolling of a night and a day trying to figure out who was killing villagers, who was burning homes but every lead they had led to nothing.
Ever since he had come to Amegakure he had been having the dreams about the same woman, her same figure appeared to him but tonight it seemed different. She had spoken to him, she had walked towards him. Something was telling him to run out into the night, that he would find her outside. That the tree he had seen in his dreams existed, but his mind shoved away the voice and he tried to control his breathing.
No matter when he slept even if it was the middle of the day she would still call to him and appear. Nothing seemed to wipe her from his mind.
Instead of pondering on the dream any further he got up and began to change, it was his turn to go on patrol this time and he had to suffer it with Itachi, he wanted this as over as quickly as possible. Every thought he had for the man was filled with hate, he was vile in Deidara's opinion and he wanted nothing more than the beat him, to kill him. To exact his revenge for dragging him to such a place.
When he had finally changed he trudged down the dark, concrete hallways of the Akatsuki building which stood in the middle of Amegakure. At the end of what seemed to be a tunnel was Itachi, standing and waiting patiently. Well he looked like he was waiting patiently you could never really tell with the ebony haired male.
The look he gave Deidara affirmed that, he looked completely impassive towards the other male and he waited until he began to follow him outside the base. Deidara could only snort at that, the Uchiha male was leading him like some kind of animal and he was just supposed to just fall in line and follow.
The two made their way into the concrete jungle which was Amegakure and began to take the familiar route which they patrolled in complete silence. Deidara didn't want to speak a word to the other male and Itachi was happy with the silence, it was comfortable for him.
Something snapped Deidara out of his blind hatred for Itachi though when he heard a soft creak and he was sure Itachi heard it too as they began to head in that direction. Soon they decided to split up and check the streets and Deidara was running.
His feet bounced of the concrete making a slight slapping sound and his blonde hair swished around his head but he came to an abrupt stop at what he saw. He pinched his hand wanting to affirm he wasn't dreaming and he finally gave in that what he was seeing was real.
She sat before him, on the swing hanging from the old tree. Her feet skimmed the ground with every swing and she looked happy. For the first time Deidara had seen the woman she looked happy but like every other time in his dream she stopped and looked straight at him.
He midnight black hair hung in front of her face and her crimson eyes locked with his cyan gaze. The tears running down her cheeks looked just liked blood and they stained the soft white skin they made their path across. Her left hand was wrapped around one of the ropes the wing was attached too and the blood dripped down her slender fingers and onto the strong, thick rope.
For once he took interest in what she was wearing, it was a long black dress that touched her ankles and what looked like black ballet pumps. She wore no weapons but around her neck was a necklace. It was a blue dragonfly and it was decorated with different blue and shimmering silver gemstones, he recognised it but on this woman he couldn't remember where from.
Her fingers unravelled from the rope and she held up her left palm as if she was waving him over, the red and black dragonfly seemed to mould into the crimson blood that dripped from it. Then she pushed herself up and she was standing, the wind whipping her hair into her face and neck and her dress fluttering away from her ankles slightly.
"You came," Her voice was the same velvet that he remembered from his dreams and he found himself drawn in his body taking several steps forward without realising it.
There was a name on the tip of his tongue but he somehow couldn't get himself to speak it, some part of him was telling him this wasn't the woman he thought she was.
"Please Deidara come closer." Her voice was compelling and even though he was about to voice 'no' his body walked forward until he was standing right in front of her and he took her into a hug. Somehow it felt normal, natural even but he couldn't help wonder why he had done it in the first place. She nuzzled her head into his chest and a soft sigh escaped her lips and suddenly she broke away and turned away like she was ashamed to look at him.
"Who are you un?" The question passed his lips without him even thinking about it but she didn't answer and she didn't turn back.
"Come back for me." Was all she muttered before she seemed to disappear entirely and he was left leaning against the gnarly old tree which the swung hung from. Her blood still stained the rope there like she had been to the swing hundreds of times before. But somewhere in his heart it told him that she had only been there the nights he had been in Amegakure and he could only wonder why.
When he met up with Itachi again he lied about what had happened he told him he had found blood by the swing but not that he had seen anyone let alone the fact that this woman had been haunting his dreams.
When Deidara finally got back to the base though he just hoped that she was there in his dreams once more, he had so many questions for her. He was intrigued now and he wanted to know where and when he could see her again.
He stood like an odd ghost in the world.
He stood in an old warehouse; the concrete walls were splattered with blood and kunai marks, even the odd dent where someone's fist had collided with the very solid wall.
Two women stood in the centre of the room, one was very familiar to him but she wasn't crying now. No she stood tall and proud and her glare was fixed on the older woman that stood in front of her. This woman looked a lot different to her she was in her fifties at least and her hair was wiry and was laced with blonde. Her eyes were familiar though they were those of a Kotone and her left palm matched showing the yellow swallow.
The older woman stood shorter than the first and her frame was slim and looked very breakable, somehow she looked extremely weak.
"You couldn't help yourself could you?" As the old woman shrieked her face distorted into that of pure anger and disgust and Deidara could now see the dangerous side of her. The side that made her bring her hand up and drag it across the younger girl's cheek making her grab her cheek and try to soothe the sting.
"I'm sorry." The younger woman hung her head as if she was being scolded by her mother but the older woman looked vile and vicious not like a mother at all.
"If they find us it is your entire fault! You are not our prodigy! You are worthless and scum!" Deidara was drawn back by the woman's harsh tone and words and suddenly she picked up the younger woman and threw her into the concrete walls. Blood streaked down the wall where the younger woman had made impact and she was crying now, she looked just like the woman Deidara had been seeing…
Deidara groaned as he turned over in his bed, the woman had been in his dreams and somehow it felt oddly real but he hadn't had his questions answered. He hadn't been able to speak, only watch as the girl was punished and tormented by the older woman.
The old woman stirred memories in Deidara's mind, those perfect sunshine yellow eyes made him think Of Suki. The woman he had betrayed and left, she had been with him for such a long time by his side and defending him and just under two years ago he had left her and betrayed her. He wondered if she understood that but he pushed it out of his mind.
He wasn't allowed to think of her or anyone else back in Iwagakure, it was just pure coincidence that a Kotone was haunting his dreams. He would not let another thought for the old woman go through his mind.