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The Pianist
Chapter 1
Sapphires and Newspapers
"With how heavy you sleep, I wonder if even the devil could wake you!" An exasperated woman pouted. Tossing her head to the side, she placed her hands on her hips and glared at the lump under the covers. "How long do you plan on sleeping, eh?" She plucked the covers off of the mattress, blinding the dazed man curled around his pillow.
The young man groaned, attempting to shield his face from the glaring sunlight trickling through the drapes. "I do believe the devil has woken me." He peeked out from around the pillow clutched to his face, "tell me Woman, how many more mornings will you plague me, un?"
The young woman glowered at the offending male's visible eye. "Shut it, Deidara. Breakfast is served." She droned, swiveling on her heel, blonde hair bouncing as he stomped out of the room.
Deidara nuzzled his pillow, kicking free of the covers still tangled around his feet. His stomach growled at the movement, as he raised himself off of the bed. He sniffled, still defending his poor eyes from the intense light with his pillow. It was at that moment of fatigue and deep weakness, he decided legs were unnecessary.
With a weary nod he hummed and flopped onto the soft, carpeted floor. The blond giggled, rubbing his cheek into the cool plush. He doubted he would ever grow tired of the crisp bed sheets, the immaculate accommodations, or the extravagant delicacies the boarding school offered. And with that thought, his stomach grumbled again, louder; egging the boy on.
"To Food!" He chirped, jumping to his feet. He eased right, left, whirling slowly in place. Large sapphire orbs darting about the room, a soft 'aha!' escaping his lips as his eyes landed on his uniform. He pulled on the crinkled uniform after a quick inspection and nod, slipped his stockings on, messily and hopped to the door-still attempting to fix his shoe ties. "Onward, my brethren, un!" Deidara poked his head out from around his doorframe, calling out a charge to the rest of the hall; only to find a ghostly silence. He pouted and hobbled down the hall, kicking his right leg awkwardly, trying to make the new shoe more comfortable.
Today was going to be one of those days.
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"I feel kind of homesick." Deidara murmured to his plate, scooting the plump grapes along with his spoon. A thin, silver-haired man scowled at the purple lumps rolling about the plate.
"You keep saying things like that, but you never fucking do anything about it." The angry-looking male drawled, eyeing the fruit heatedly. Deidara blinked slowly at his friend, as if trying to make sense of what the latter had just said. "If you miss home so much, just get the hell out of here."
"Why should I go home, un? Then who would be here to keep you company?" Deidara grinned, plucking a grape from his platter and popping it into his mouth. "You would be lost without me, un."
"I would be perfectly fine without you. Anyway, I have this bastard right here." He declared, prodding a thumb to his right—where a, rather, annoyed and tired looking man sat.
"I would appreciate it if you would refrain from calling me that."
"Shut your fat, fucking mouth, Kakuzu."
"Hidan, stop swearing like a sailor; Kakuzu, carry on." A dainty woman leered from across the table, adjusting her blue, clipped-back hair. The tired man nodded and flicked the morning paper open while an angry Hidan bit his lip, trying to find the perfect comeback, but failing miserably. The small woman giggled, eyes turned to Deidara. "Why do you feel homesick? We aren't a family? I thought we were a family. Aren't we a family, Kakuzu?" She gestured to the dark man behind the papers, a shrug being the only answer Kakuzu would risk. Deidara glanced between his friends, eyes wide with amusement.
"Well, fine!" She pouted and folded her arms over her chest, glaring at her plate of cookies and milk. Deidara, flailed across the table, almost upsetting the grapes and milk in the process.
"That's not it Konan-I swear, un!" He whined, patting her shoulders roughly. "Besides, I said only a little homesick. You guys take all the pain away, un!" He added the last part for dramatic effect.
"If it's not that bad, then why is your hair all crazy?" Konan grumbled, eyeballing the loose and disheveled hair suspiciously. Deidara gasped, hands grasping at his head. Realizing his grave mistake, he sat back in his seat, fiddling with his hair.
"It was just a slow morning, un."
"Yeah, right. Something's on your mind. And I'll find out what it is." Konan ogled the blond, index finger tapping her chin deafly. Deidara blinked, pulling half of his hair into a high ponytail.
"Un..?" The blue haired woman said nothing to this, only smiled and peeked at the paper shielding Kakuzu.
"Oh, look at that." She sang from her seat, jabbing the morning paper, causing the paper to fall from the tired man's hands. "Another mass homicide. How terribly interesting." Konan eyed Deidara, hands clasped below her chin. A large grin spreading across her lips as the blonde's eyes widened.
Deidara had been following the stories closely. He found the whole mass-murder-mystery happenings to be quite invigorating. So much so, that he often stole clippings and hid them under his mattress. The young man liked to think of himself as, somewhat, a talented young detective who would base his entire career on a single mystery. This was the whodunit he had been waiting for, and he was not going to let it slip through his endowed, albeit clumsy, hands.
"Yeah, well at least pirates are fucking awesome!" Hidan piped up from his stupor, pointing to Konan, a satisfied chortle falling from his mouth. Konan rolled her eyes at her quite dumb friend.
While the pair glared at one another, Kakuzu slipped from his chair, hitting the floor with a loud thud—fast asleep. Konan and Hidan snapped to attention at their missing friend, both glancing around the table, Hidan finally spotting the sleeping man below the table. "Shit, you okay?" Hidan craned his neck to his sleeping comrade, kicking him lightly.
"I said sailor, thought pirate is close. Good job." Konan sighed turned her attention back to her untouched plate and picked up a cracked cookie, scrutinizing every crumb. "Deidara, where are you going?"
But he was already out the door. No one knows when it happened, but within those moments of Hidan blurting out his long awaited comeback and Kakuzu falling from his chair, the blond had snatched up the paper and skimmed the front page article.
Deidara sped down the halls. Down winding wings and twisting turns, he scaled staircase after staircase, not paying any mind to the other students trawling the galleries. He was in such a rush, that he did not see the short man strolling opposite him.
Granted the shorter male was buried in a book. Regardless, both could not avoid the inevitable meeting.
And with that, both men, wrapped up in different worlds, collided with a sickening thump.
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