----- I got Captured by Deidara -----
----- By: Terrier.Z -----
----- Chapter Three: Spontaneous Human Combustion- Run for the Hills and Hide! -----
Some people are uncomfortable with the silence; they feel the need to break it with continual chatter. For me silence is welcome comfort, on the most part, from the fast paced world. I can think clearly in silence. Today wasn't a normal day by any means.
The silence had a strangle hold on my sanity- and was slowly squeezing it out of me. I didn't really register the personality differences in myself until much later through.
Deidara had packed up camp and waited a little bit, pacing around camp. At first I thought he wasn't sure what do next -that wasn't the case. He was waiting for someone to arrive. Definitely a bad thing. I was hoping that Deidara's friends would stay out of my predicament; give me some chance of escaping. My hoping was foiled when Deidara had muttered something about 'The irony of someone who hates waiting, being late, hm!'
I couldn't decide what had irritated me more. The prospect that I was now going to be in the company of two highly skilled shinobi or what Deidara did next. He sat down right next to me; if my hands hadn't been tied I am sure I would have slapped him. The enemy isn't supposed to just casually sit down next to you. I bet he was taunting me.
My hands itched with the urge to slap- no kill him. Which is surprising since I'm not really a violent person. At least he hadn't tried to talk –yet. I wasn't sure if I could restrain myself if he decided to start a conversation on the weather or how my arm was doing.
My arm hurt- my arm really, really hurt. I had managed to keep the pain at bay by having my mind ramble on about inconsequential things. After my train of thought hit a brick wall I turned to examining my childhood memories. They were distant though and it brought the reality of my situation crashing down, tugging my heart down toward my stomach.
Swallowing I found that my throat was parched. My stomach was grumbling too. I was starving. My last meal had been on the evening before I left Sunagakure. The next morning just before breakfast Deidara had attacked. Now it was the morning after that, if he didn't feed me soon I was going to starve. What a mess I got myself into.
I suppose that you need to know a little bit more about me for my story to make sense.
Takigakure was the village of my birth. I had normal, happy, successful childhood. I had my fair share friends and rivalries amongst the other students and eventually Genins. We all were so engaged in our own little bubble-wrapped world, we didn't realize what being a shinobi meant. What risks we were taking or the long term obligation. I realized; or rather my bubble got popped. It happened right before the Chuunin Exams; one of my teammates got maimed. I still shudder when I think about what he looked like in the hospital several weeks later.
Thirteen at the time I acted on a whim and retired from active service as a shinobi. Later I convinced myself that I had better things to do then run around throwing stuff at 'enemies'. I guess now it's safe to admit that I was scared. Scared about being injured in battle, scared for my life. It wasn't like I would be a huge loss; at best I might have gotten to be a Chunin. I would have been an average shinobi- cannon fodder. My only talent was my ability to hide. I can't run, but I can sure hide. Not very helpful now that I was already caught.
My skills and reflexes were dull from lack of use over five years – I recently turned nineteen. Now I worked as agent for my Aunt's medicinal herb business. I had been returning from a trip to Sunagakure delivering plant seeds when Deidara decided I had something of great enough value to attack the caravan I had been traveling with.
What did he want with me anyway? In my pants? He sure wasn't going to go any where with that I'd gleefully kick him in his face. If he tied my ankles together I would bite him. A gag might be a problem though. Damn him, damn all of his associates too! I had better things to do with my life then idly sit here awaiting certain doom. Damn, damn…
"Damn!" Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. This might be trouble…err more trouble.
"Hm?"
"I said 'Damn'. Do you have a problem with that?"
"That depends on what you're condemning, hm."
"What if I said you? Damn – no fuck you!"
"Hey, hey that's not nice, hm, what did I-"
At that point I couldn't stifle a laugh. It hurt my injured shoulder terribly in the process. But laughing felt good right now so I would deal with the pain and hope that I wasn't further disconnecting my arm. I would like to have my arm intact when this ordeal is over.
"To start with you massacred innocent people. I might have been in a worse state then a drunken ballerina but they looked pre-ty dead to me. Second you kidnap me. Third you blind fold me and tie my wrists together. Well I guess that goes along with the kidnapping thing but still... So third you needlessly further break my arm. Fourth you- you… I can't think of something but it is probably your fault. You deserve a slap, hell you deserve much worse then that! Once I figure out how to get out you're going down you bastard!"
I would have given him a kick too, but I was afraid of failing and looking further like an idiot. Or the fact that he might get mad. That would be an issue too. The silly blindfold; once again it stopped me from registering his reaction- a total nuisance. It left me free to imagine what he looked like though. My only picture of him was when I was past halfway to being unconscious. He had long blond hair and Deidara was also wearing a dark colored cloak with some sort of red picture imprinted on it. His snickering brought me back from my thinking to the gloomy reality.
"I guess I deserve that, hm." He shifted closer. I edged away. "But you know, hm. I'm not really all that bad."
He was leaning closer, a lock of his golden colored hair fell on my cheek. I resisted the urge to blow it away- into his smug face. I wasn't sure I wanted to push Deidara to much- though poking his buttons was fun. I leaned away from him, I like my personal space.
"I beg to differ- wait let me rephrase that I'm not going to beg." I was surprised I sounded so calm and bold. And sarcastic.
"It's just bad circumstances, hm. If we'd met in another place at another time...You don't know what we could have gotten our selves into, hm..."
"Baking cupcakes? Maybe…But since we didn't …You bad! Go away! Shoo! Your invading my personal space!" I blew a puff of air into his face to help get the point across.
"You don't really beat around the bush much do you Clary?" He mumbled.
I took me a moment to register that he thought was calling me by my name. It's odd to be called by an alias. If I wanted to survive I was going to have to get use to being called Clary.
Clary, Clary, Clary. I drilled it into my head. My name is Clary Rusher now. Where was Clary born? I decided on Suna because I had been in the desert at the time he caught me. What did Clary do? Clary would be a shinobi, a genin escorting a trading caravan. No, that wouldn't work; genin aren't nineteen. I'll be an extraordinarily under skilled Chunin instead! Maybe Deidara was strong enough that he wouldn't notice a difference... He must be a Jonin to have been sent to attack an escorted caravan all by his lonesome.
Deidara had leaned in much closer during my mind's rambling. Much to close. His body was pressing into mine. His breath was blowing into my face- it smelled surprisingly good. He smelled nice too. I liked his scent- still do. I had to mentally slap myself to stop from sniffing his shoulder. God! What was happening to me?
"Relax; you're all tense Clary, hm."
He stroked the side of my face; his hot breath was swirling in my face. Deidara's other hand tucked a lock of hair, that had escaped my hair tie, behind my ear. The other arm was reaching around my back and scooting me forward. Heat was radiating off both our bodies- spontaneous combustion seemed more and more viably possible. My broken arm lagged behind the rest of me and brought me back to reality much better then my mental slap had.
"Ow! You know, if you want to earn brownie points with me, you'll have better luck by doing something about my arm."
He sighed and backed off. Good now if he went all the way back to whatever hole he crawled out of that would be even better. A regular holiday.
"Fine, I guess I can bind your arm, hm." He sounded annoyed.
He moved over to where his - luggage would be the right word, I guess- and started to dig through them to find medical supplies. In the mean time I relaxed and tried to picture what I looked like at the moment for amusement.
No doubt my usually tame hair was in total disarray. My miniature ponytail was coming loose, and the shorter layers of hair were going in all different directions. My hair cut was the product of letting my good friend Ami cut my hair; she was a good person and friend, but needed to rein in her creative ideas a little better.
The outfit I had selected had been a slouch around the house all day –or in my case caravan wagon- one. It was in need of tailoring; I constantly stepped on the kaki pants hem. And the black hoodie though comfy was a size or two too big for petite little me; it was like wearing a blanket every where. The tank top underneath was the only thing suitable for going out in public. No one said that you had to look good to be a prisoner, there's no manual or anything. At least I would be comfy during confinement.
I frowned when I thought of something. If Deidara was going to bind my arm- I'm not sure what it would involve- but it would require my sweater to come off to expose my arm. I was hiding in my sweater; it was sort of comforting like a teddy bear or a hug. Taking it off would make me feel vulnerable- exposed… but… to get it off he would have to free my hands from the chains.
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. Once my arms were free I could take off the obnoxious blind fold and then make a run for it! I had tried to rub the blind fold off of my face but it wouldn't budge. And though I could make a run for it at anytime my chance of success would multiply if I wasn't running headfirst into every tree.
I speculated and refined my escape plans as Deidara rummaged through his supplies. I would be cooperative through the procedure, but as soon as he was done putting a splint on my arm I would make a run for it. I needed a distraction though. I would kick him were it hurts, and then run past him into the woods I was facing. I would have already taken off my blind fold and I could faster by using chakra. Deidara would be faster then me, I could guess that much and he could use bird to fly around. He probably also had an arsenal of weaponry and jutsu. Ok, so I was hopeless, but if I could get a head start and then hide I might – just might- have a chance. At any rate it would piss him off and any chance to be disruptive I was taking no matter what the consequences.
Deidara seemed to find what ever he had been looking for and was stepping back to were I was settled. I mentally grinned and reviewed my plan. As Deidara sat down next to my injured arm I could barley hide my chagrin as my plan went into action.
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