A/N: Hey there!! Here's chapter 3, un!! This is the last one for a while... But if you guys want to check out some of my other works, un, you can get me at www.Deidara-no-koiishi. I've got poetry, artwork, photos, and an original short-story, un!
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Chapter 3 - Scars and Secrets
When Deidara finally awoke, it was to the displeasure of a pounding head, and searing pain in his ass
When Deidara finally awoke, it was to the displeasure of a pounding head, and searing pain in his ass. Then he remembered the night before. With a gasp, the blonde bolted to his feet, which resulted in him falling to the floor; tangled in a mess of blood-stained sheets.
"So you're finally awake, pet," came a horribly familiar voice from the other side of the room. Deidara squeezed his eyes shut as he heard the approaching footsteps. Pein stopped, and kneeled down above him; knees on either side of the former Iwa shinobi's legs. Suddenly, the leader's hand was fisted in his long blonde hair, and that rough tongue invaded his mouth once again. Deidara thrust his knee upwards, hoping to cause the man enough pain, so as to make him let go. However, the blonde found himself pushed roughly to lie on his back - his head smacking loudly on the floor. He whimpered as the orange-haired man began to lick down his neck, and to his color-bone. Deidara hissed in pain as the leader bit down harshly. He was afraid….it was going to happen again! But then, much to the young shinobi's relief, there came a knock on the door.
"You're in luck, little one," grumbled Pein, obviously disappointed. "It seems your 'danna' has come to retrieve you." Deidara let out a small whimper as the man climbed off him and moved to get the door. Sasori stepped inside, and his eyes widened at the state his partner was in. The boy had cuts all along his body - deep gashes; some that could take weeks to heal. The damage had somehow managed to avoid the blonde's pretty face however; an intentional act, no doubt. There was blood in his hair, and it soaked the once-white sheets that were wrapped lazily around him. As soon as the boy saw him staring, he snapped his head away, and began to gather his torn clothes. Pein moved past the red-head, and out the door; leaving the two alone.
"He didn't take you on the floor, did he?" asked Sasori, careful to not to let the concern show in his voice.
"No, un," replied Deidara nonchalantly. "I fell off the bed when I woke up."
The boy spoke with a perfectly even voice, but Sasori could see the pain and frustration in his bright blue eyes. The blonde held up a pair of shredded black pants, with a look of disgust on his face. Sasori sighed, and removed his cloak; tossing it to the younger shinobi. What was with him this morning? He normally didn't give a damn about other people's problems. He shook his head. "I just don't want to have to deal with his complaints all day," he reasoned.
Wordlessly, Deidara nodded in thanks, and attempted to stand. He released a sharp intake of breath at the pain, and began to lose his balance. Before either of them could spare a second thought, Sasori was on the other side of the room; holding the boy tightly to his chest. The sheet fell, leaving Deidara very embarrassed, and also very exposed. Sasori pulled away quickly, while still holding his partner up. Deidara fumbled with the cloak, and managed to pull it snuggly around himself.
"Thanks…" he muttered, keeping his head down to hide his blush. He hated feeling weak. Even more so, he hated being weak in the presence of someone else. Unfortunately for him, they were partners, and would inevitably end up knowing every weakness either of them had. Together, they left the room, making their way carefully back to their own.
"He really went all out, didn't he," the puppeteer observed as he closed the door. Deidara didn't respond, but removed the cloak, and took the fresh shirt and pants that Sasori offered him. "Did you fight him, or something?"
"Like a dog, un," responded the blonde, flashing his bright smile in a wide grin. Sasori internally sighed with relief. The boy's spirit hadn't been broken, even if his body had been. As Deidara was changing, Sasori remembered about the scar on the kid's back. He decided to inquire.
"Deidara?"
"What?"
"How did you get that scar…the one on your back?" Deidara flinched - the movement so small, it was barely observable - but it didn't escape Sasori's notice.
"If I don't tell you, un, you're just going to keep asking me about it." It was more of a statement, than a question.
"Probably," admitted the red-head, rather than deny his now obvious interest. Deidara sighed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He gestured for Sasori to do the same. He did.
"When I was a kid…my father… He used to beat me," admitted the blonde. There was no hatred in his voice, however, only shame. This frustrated Sasori, for reasons even he couldn't figure out. Whatever the reason, it couldn't have been the kid's fault, could it?
"My family…they didn't like me very much, un. They thought I was…different. And I was. I am."
"You look pretty normal to me," Sasori voiced softly. He noticed that the blonde kept fidgeting with his gloves. What was up with that?
"That's because I hide, un. I hide my…differences."
"And what would those be?" Sasori's curiosity was piqued. More so than he remembered it ever being before.
"Weren't we talking about my scar, un?" interrupted the young shinobi, a forced grin on his face. Sasori sighed in defeat. He'd let it go…for now.
"Very well. Continue."
"Well, two years ago, un, when I was thirteen…my father tried to kill me in the middle of the night. Little did he know, I wasn't asleep. He came into my room when I….had a friend over." Sasori's eyebrow rose in amusement. "He took off, and left me on my own to face my father."
"Wait, he?" It was Sasori's turn to interrupt. Deidara sighed, and raked his fingers through his bangs.
"I'm gay, un. Big deal." Deidara smiled again; sadly, this time. "Never had any luck with a relationship, though. They all left me when they saw…. Anyway, my father tried to run me through from behind, un, but….it's hard to get a clear shot on a moving target, ne?"
It was clear that this conversation was over.
Sasori stood up, and stretched his limbs, before making his way to the door. Deidara watched him, curiously.
"Breakfast," clarified Sasori. "You coming, or not?"
"I think I'll pass, un…" mumbled the blonde, looking down at his feet. Sasori gave himself a mental slap on the forehead.
"Right," he said. "I'll bring something back for you, okay?"
Deidara smiled in genuine gratitude, and Sasori left the room. He was glad to have gotten a look into the blonde's past…even if he didn't like what he saw. He now knew some of the younger shinobi's secrets…he wondered how many others he was still hiding.
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A/N: Thank you guys so fucking much for reading this far! I know it's a piece of shit, un, but please bear with me! It'll get alot better! I already have most of the plot planned out, un. It's just putting all the various pieces together, that's the difficult part. Till next time, ja ne!!
