The song for this chapter is 'Mosquito' by Ingrid Michaelson.

Disclaimer: Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto

Chapter 2: Mosquito

Oooo Back to square one oooO

The first mile of running without exactly knowing where, I felt guilty. Being the one to always speak about morals, about good and right, doing something so stupid as chasing ghosts that I should have kept as ghosts, or at least as my own skeletons in the closet, I felt uneasy. And I lost the tracks long ago. But then there were the sudden explosions. So you knew I was tailing you. Idiot. As I kept running there were three or more explosions until I reached a glade and up, on the rocky wall, was an entrance to a cave.

Once inside I realized it wasn't as big as I thought it would be, the moon illuminating half of it, and half being left in darkness.

I wished I wasn't the one exposed. I couldn't see you but I knew perfectly where you stood. Gripping the hem of the glove from my right hand I pulled to make it look like a second skin.

"It was your doing… the village…"

"Quite artistic, un."

I couldn't help but narrowing my eyes. If all he aimed for was to make me look at him he clearly knew how to do it.

"Why? Why did you do it?"

"Orders from above, yeah. Don't tell me you don't do the same when that Gondaime of yours sends you on missions…Sakura-chan."

I already knew that. But what really pisses me of is the amusement in your voice as you say everything so easily.

"Did you attack any of my teammates?"

"Why wouldn't I do it? You attacked one of mine. It would only be fair, un."

My left hand turned into a fist. "It wouldn't. They're my friends and I care about them. You couldn't care less if I were to even kill one of you."

"But I would care, un…." I heard him move and take a step closer, still remaining in darkness but his features more visible. "… if it were me the one who you'd kill."

I was about to walk towards him when he stepped fully in the moonlight that came through the entrance.

"I was too bored anyway to chase after that neon that you have as a friend, un. He should really do something with those cloths. It's like having an arrow with 'I'm here, come and get me' above his head, yeah."

His face was half covered as usual by his long hair. I always enjoyed the effect that the moon's beams had on his locks, turning them from the dirty blond into almost pale silver. And I never realized how much those clear blue eyes of his could calm me each time I would open up to them.

"You still with me, un?" I watched him lifting a puzzled eyebrow and his nose arching a little upwards. I could understand his confusion when I started to giggle.

"That's not smart laughing at your enemy, yeah?"

"And at what part of your speech were you addressing me as the evil enemy?"

"Cheeeeee…" I was still smiling as he whistled and put his hands on his hips looking really comical in that cloak.

Then my smile disappeared. I shouldn't be here and I shouldn't feel so comfortable.

"Fine then. Let me try this again."

It was my turn to look puzzled. He approached me and stopped just at inches distance. I bit my lower lip. He put his hands on my hips and spun me to the right, took two more steps and blocked me between his body and the cold wall of stones. With my wrists in his hands I looked up at him only to see that his cute, mischievous smile wasn't there anymore. His face was like a blank mask and the blue in his eyes deepened dangerously.

"How about this Sakra-san?" his voice was husky and barely above a whisper.

I hated my body when it relaxed fully at his closure. Come on, Sakura, end this; it's time to go back to your real friends.

"Deidara…"

"…"

"…don't. Lets' just…"

"..go, un? That's what you were about to say?"

I kept my face down but it wasn't a good choice either, because I could smell his hair, his neck and the warm of his torso that was too welcoming.

"I didn't bring you here. You came on your own free will."

I closed my eyes and he loosened the grip on my wrists. Involuntarily my hands traced up his arms and rested on his chest. I inhaled deeply: he always smelled like peaches and lemons mixed with the heaviness of dust.

"This is not right. We should stop here."

At his chuckle my eyes snapped open.

"You're funny, un. I'm not doing anything. Actually I should scream sexual harassment if you continue feeling me up."

"Ugh!!You!!" I shoved him away a little bit too hard but he deserved it. Making fun of me! Even since we met, even if at first he was the clueless and innocent one he always made me blush like a 10 years old little girl. I was about to jump outside when I heard him rushing after me and pulling me back by the waist.

"Oi, oi…where are you planning to take your flight so fast, un? I didn't mean to upset you but you looked so cute to tease, yeah."

And there he goes again with the sweet, childish attitude. I will leave before he has the chance to get under my skin.

"Don't. Don't leave." His warm embrace tightened gently and he let his forehead rest on my shoulder, breathing slowly on my back.

So funny, those hands of his… I brought mines up and cupped them. How could hands of a murderer look and feel so delicate? I was always envious on his slender fingers, longer then mine, and maybe even more elegant. How could my hands be beautiful when they're small and calloused? I squeezed them and breathed in. There's no way of tuning back for me now; that's that.

He lifted my hands and took the gloves off. Between my eyelashes I watched as he brought them to his mouth and kissed them repeatedly. I let him turn me around to face him and still holding my hands he started to step backwards taking me back into the darkness of the cave. As he let go of my hands to take off his cloak I stood there, like a lifeless doll, watching in pain the tiredness in his eyes. Maybe…only for a while… it will be ok if I will ease the burden from him. It's not like I would betray them, betray my village… just a bit… it's just for us…

I stepped near him and lifted my hands to his neck. With closed eyes I let my lips meet his. It was still like him that, even after such a long time, to freeze at my actions, uncertain of what to do next. Then he relaxed and kissed me back as his hands were making their way from my hips, under my top. When he broke the kiss I half opened my eyes to see him crouching down, his blue orbs never leaving mine. After he sat on the cold pavement he started to play with hem of my pants, lifting the top in the same time, to leave short butterfly kisses around my bellybutton. The sudden sensation of wet coming from his palms made me shiver but when I was about to pull away the grip on my pants tightened and he snapped his other arm further under the top, brutally cupping my right breast. With both of my hands at his wrist I tried to discard his hand but the keen bite on my nipple left me powerless.

"Ah!"

Then, like a hungry animal he encircled his arms around my wais and forcefully enough pulled me to the ground, beneath him. My legs flexed in resistance as he kissed his way to my chest, pushing the material up with his nose, the same wet traces of kisses going up my back in the same time with his palms.

My breaths became heavy and irregular as moans of pleasure threatened to leave my throat. In both pain and ecstasy I threw my hands in his hair, ripping his head protector, letting it fall to the ground as I split blond locks between the fingers of my fists. The more I fought the pleasure from my body the rough his touches and kisses were getting. In just one move he got rid of my top, leaving me just in the bindings that he so easily ripped when he took his first bite. Supporting himself in his elbows, he stopped to look with fascination at my breasts and hard nipples showing between the loosened stripes of the white fabric. Satisfied, he hid his face in my neck, walking his lips in the valley above my stern. He didn't mind when I gripped his mesh shirtand, like an obedient child, he brought his arms up to let me flip it over his head.

The touches of his hands were pure bliss and I started to shiver uncontrollably, locking my arms around his neck and subduing my entire body to him. I closed my eyes and once with them I shut the door to everything outside the walls of this dark, humid and cold place we stole as a shelter. His hands went down again, undressing me from the rest of the clothes and then he lifted himself up to do the same. The absence of his body made me open my eyes and watch him in the pale light, untying his pants. I sat up as well taking one of his hands in mine and bringing it to one side of my face. It was amusing to watch him furrowing his eyebrows in helplessness as he realized he would have to do the job with only one hand. But I was too drunk with him to laugh. So, the same hand, I brought it to my lips and started to kiss and lick his palm tauntingly until he moaned and his tongue slipped inside my mouth. Unconsciously the muscles in his arm hardened and he struggled to get out of his clothes with only his right hand. When it was done he threw his right arm around my shoulders, biting me from the right. Soon he leaned his head on my left shoulder doing the same, as he shoved his hand hardly over my mouth, devouring its' inside with the tongue from his palm. At the sudden pain I gasped only to let him gain more access inside as I let out a muffed shriek in his hand.

"Shhh…"

From the now bruised skin of my shoulder he followed the line of my neck making me arch my head backwards for him to reach the spot he was looking for. Under the left part of my chin he stopped and started to suck harder – harder –harder.

"Mmmaaahh…" I was so driven in by lust that, when I felt his left hand for the first time, it had already slipped under my panties and its' tongue thrusted ruthlessly inside me. My eyes widened in both shock and rapture and I flung my arms at his back for support.

When my back arched forewords he placed his right hand on the ground behind me to lean more on my body, kissing each inch of skin from my chest that he could reach. My legs acted on their own and encircled as forcefully as they could around his waist. With the kunai that I kept hidden in my now fallen bindings he cut the only piece of fabric that stood between us and in a curious and painfully slow gesture he put it away. Both of his hands, now on my hips, secured me on his lap. The thirsty desire I nourished inside me for so long exploded in billion of pieces in ever nerve of my body as I felt him inside of me. My pleasure rewarded him with pain as I stung my nails in his back, slowly scratching towards his neck, leading both of us in heavy moans. From here on, time was erased from its' rights.

When the wide mouth from his chest activated I was already exhausted and my composure's walls were all down, for my body was all his, like the keys of a piano, singing each and every note that the player would command with just a simple touch.

I gently pushed him on his back, leaving soft kisses from his lips, to his neck, down to his nipples until both our breaths steadied, whilst the warm wind of that summer night started to caress our sweaty bodies and the calm, white light of the moon lullabied us to sleep on the sheets of the akatsuki cloak.

Oooo Faith oooO

When I opened my eyes the peaceful rhythm of your heart was the reason of my smile. Your chest was falling and rising at a quiet peace reminding me of the sweet days in which my dad would always hold up his dear child and fall asleep with her cuddled over his chest.

Soon my smile vanished and sorrow clenched on my heart.

I pushed my body up to look at the peaceful face you held in your sleep. I lifted myself a little and brought my face up to kiss away a wrinkle that appeared on your forehead.

"Please stay safe and hold on for a little while. I promise I'll come for you." Carefully I blew away some locks of blond hair from his face. Tsunade will understand. I'm sure Konohakagure will offer you protection and accept you as one of us when this will be over. They, above all should understand that war doesn't involve just enemies. War just needs an army of toy soldiers to fight. Isn't this what we all are, in the end?

"Wait for me…just a little more. Please."

With one last kiss on his lips I slowly got up, not to wake him. I gathered my clothes – or those that I still could use – and dressed as soundlessly as I could. When I stepped outside it was still night but the moon was barely visible. As I jumped on the first tree I couldn't help but think that by the time I was going to reach the others the first rays of the morning will be up.

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