Deidara hung around the bar even more so than usual. He kept hoping he would run into that stunning man again. But, weeks turned into months and the man never returned. Deidara grew unhappy at this. He knew he wasn't good enough for this man, so why was he so fixated on him? He tried to convince himself that it was better this way. He didn't want to darken that man's life. Besides, he had bigger problems.
Like money.
Deidara hadn't been doing any jobs recently, and his money was dwindling. Usually in this situation, Deidara would just take off for another town, but something held him here. Was it that beautiful man that kept him here? He wasn't sure. But he stayed, even though his money was laughably low.
The bar was busy that night. Deidara hated when it was busy. He liked to wallow in self-pity in silence. He growled as people laughed and were merry around him. He rubbed his tired eyes, taking a long drink from his glass.
"Scotch on the rocks?" A man said, taking a seat across from the blond.
Deidara's attention fell on the man before him. He was older, with salt and pepper hair. He had gray eyes which held no ounce of emotion. His side of his face was scarred and he had a grin plastered on his smug face that made Deidara feel sick.
"Yeah." Deidara grumbled as the man reached for his glass.
"Let me buy you a drink, I have a business proposition for you."
Deidara remained quiet as the man headed toward the bar. He returned within moments with Deidara's drink, which Deidara gulped down. The older man took his seat and eyed Deidara as he finished his drink.
"So, what do you want?" Deidara slurred, feeling confident due to the alcohol.
The man smiled.
"I know of your services. I know how good you are with a gun. I have a problem that I need your expertise, if you will."
Deidara was fading in and out of the conversation. The man before him was creepy. He had a way of speaking that made Deidara feel tired and sluggish. The man seemed to notice, and closed his mouth. A smile formed on his thin lips as he pulled out his check book.
"If you're prepared to do what I ask, I will pay you this much." The man scribbled down a number, sliding the check over to Deidara.
Deidara lifted the check close to his eyes and his pulse quickened. He had never seen so much money before. He felt his face drain of color. Just what did this man want him to do? Deidara smirked, sobering up quickly.
"You got yourself a deal."
Deidara had been hired as a hit-man. Something he had never considered. Deidara wasn't afraid to kill anyone. But, he had never gone out of his way to find and kill someone specific. The idea didn't excite him. He much rather preferred to steal and rob, but murder. He smiled to himself as he thought of the money though.
The sick bastard had hired Deidara to kill his wife. Apparently, he thought she had cheated on him with one of their friends. The man presented the evidence to Deidara, and Deidara knew that this man was in the wrong. His wife was innocent. But, this man was wild. He had a gleam in his eye that was sporadic and cruel. Deidara didn't care though. It was all about the money.
Deidara spent some time gathering information on the wife. She usually spent an hour or two a week in a salon. She had friends in there and often times brought them lunch and would stay and chat. That is when Deidara decided he would strike. He considered waiting until she left the salon to kill her, but thought if he went in and killed everyone in the salon it wouldn't seem as suspicions.
He watched with careful, blue eyes as the wife entered the salon. She held a basket filled with biscuits and meats for her friends. Deidara smirked. He loaded his gun, the same gun he had killed his first person with. He felt at ease with the gun loaded. He turned towards the salon, and advanced on it. Once he was close to the building, he looked in to see five women sitting, eating and talking. Easy pickings. Deidara cocked his gun when he felt his body slam into the side of the building. He let out a gasp from the unknown force. He felt his gun being stripped away from him, and an arm pushing against his back holding him to the wall. He turned his head, snarling. Then his heart skipped a beat.
It was that beautiful man.
The man looked positively irritated. He glared at Deidara. Deidara gulped under the gaze of the much smaller man. He only came to Deidara's shoulders, but his hardened gaze made Deidara feel like the tiny one. Deidara struggled under his strength. This is when he noticed how strong the smaller male was.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The small man said, shoving Deidara harder against the building.
Deidara felt his heart pound in his ears. That voice. It was so stoic and calm, but laced with venom. This man sounded like he hated him. The petit man, wanting an answer, pushed Deidara even harder against the building.
"Ack! I'm doing what I was hired to do!" Deidara finally spat.
The man looked disgusted.
"You planned to kill innocent people then?"
Deidara looked deep into those midnight eyes. He felt… guilt. He gulped. Who was this man? Who was he to judge him? Deidara felt rage burning in his chest. He finally pushed the man off of him the beautiful man stepped gracefully back, never stopping his glare.
"I'm not going to let you kill innocent people."
Deidara felt ashamed of himself. He had killed before, but never felt so much guilt. This angered Deidara. This man didn't know a thing about him. He growled at the man. And then in a flash, he punched the man right in the jaw. The man's head swung out of view, and then turned slowly to look back at him. He had a dribble of blood running out of the corner of his mouth. His face was impassive, but his eyes were disgusted. He brought a fragile hand up to wipe the blood away. He then turned, tossing the old gun on the ground. It broke on impact. Deidara's breath hitched as the gun broke.
The man turned on heel, his small frame distancing himself from Deidara.
"I thought you were different."
