Phew! I'm sorry I was gone for soooooooo long! I had project after project and I had LOTS of work to do…..Plus I've been attempting to learn more grammar and such…I'll try to make this chapter longer for you.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto! Only the characters I created!
Side note: Oh, and sorry I made a mistake when writing the story. Deidara's age is 19; I hadn't really paid much attention when writing the last chapter, so he's now the appropriate age =D
When 12:30 came around, Amaya was kinda angry. She had to spend more time with Deidara than she wanted to. The prison was going to try something new to see if the fugitives would cooperate easier if they were given something they would all like. No, not a weekly karaoke night. But instead of being forced to eat bland, ordinary food every day, they could go and choose their meal in a buffet. Everyone thought it was a splendid idea…except Amaya, of course. She wished that she could just go home and stay there. She really wanted to get rid of Deidara and just do another job. This one paid nicely, but she was tired of being around the criminals.
Amaya stomped vigorously, probably leaving dents in the tile as she made her way to Deidara's cell. She held her hands in fists at her side, which carried a pouch full of weapons such as shurikens, kunais, and paper bombs. Deidara was pondering on his situation lying on his back on the small bed in his cell. He had been thinking for hours. Probably since Amaya had left.
What on earth can I do? Think, Deidara, THINK…..I've got it! But how am I going to do that? Damn it all! Deidara got frustrated and hit a fist on the stone wall, not affecting the fine architecture in any way, but his hand. "Ow! Fuck!" he yelled, clenching his hurt hand with the other. He sat there on the bed until the throbbing subsided. After the pain was no longer present, Deidara patiently sat fiddling with his fingers. What seemed like an hour but in reality was only a few minutes, Amaya unlocked the cell door and walked in. Seeing she was upset about something, not surprised, Deidara looked at her somewhat comfortingly. "What's the matter with you, un?"
"I have to be with you, that's what." She spits back bitterly. "Ouch…I always thought I was a pretty cool guy, un." "Shut up and come with me." Amaya just holds out a handcuff, waiting. Deidara promptly walks over and allows her to put it on his wrist. The blonde dawns the realization that Amaya was taking him elsewhere, instead of bringing him a tray filled with distasteful food. He was somewhat relieved, but also confused at the same time. "Where are we going, un?" Not surprisingly, Amaya ignored his question and trudged forward, heading to the newly built cafeteria. "Well, un? Aren't you going to answer my question?" Amaya tries to ignore him, but it just wasn't possible for some strange reason. "The cafeteria." The man was very confused at this moment and subconsciously asked another question. "Why? I didn't know we had one, un." "We didn't, until yesterday evening. The prison center wants to try something new with the inmates being imprisoned. They're examining to see if you cooperate more easily if you're given something in return. In this case, it's food of your choice. The inmates are now able to go through buffet lines to choose from a large variety of breakfast, lunch, dinner and desserts, every time they visit the cafeteria. I thought this much was too far, but now you don't even have to stay in your cells to eat; you can gorge yourselves until you are completely satisfied at separate tables."
"Wow, un." What a coincidence! This will work perfectly with my plan! It's as if the gods are on my side! Deidara smirked, thinking over his scheme. Without noticing it, he chuckled, cautioning the stubborn guard. "What's so funny?" She grunts, and pulls up her yellow v-cut shirt just in case because of his height. He was six inches taller than her. Sadly, she was only four feet and ten inches tall, so anyone who wanted to could easily sneak a peak at her well developed chest. Automatically assuming he was a conniving pervert, she reached up and slapped him. "Ouch! What was that for, un? I didn't do anything!" He yelled, rubbing his red cheek with his non-cuffed hand. "Whatever." Amaya growls, and continues walking into the cafeteria. "I have to stay with you while you eat though. That's the bad part. The really bad part is that I have to eat my food with you. Damn the prison rules…"
"I'm perfectly fine with it, sweet cheeks." Deidara mocked, probably regretting it a few seconds later, as Amaya smashed her clenched fist backwards to make contact with 'you know what'. Deidara groaned and dropped to the ground in pain, bringing Amaya down with him. "Shit!" She obviously didn't think about the length of the chain between the cuffs before she turned to violence. She fell helplessly on top of him, inches away from his face. Deidara, the poor thing, was still too much in pain to comprehend the situation. Amaya pushes herself off, as much as she could, against the cuff's chain. The immense pain subsided enough for Deidara to sit up and look somewhat natural. People who didn't witness the whole scene thought the two had tripped and fell. Deidara staggered up as Amaya promptly stood as soon as the chance was available. Faintly blushing, Amaya glared at the blonde. "Do not call me sweet cheeks."
Out of breath, Deidara nodded. After all of the pain had disappeared, they went into the open cafeteria. The two made it to the buffet line and each grabbed plates. Amaya went first and grabbed a simple ham and cheese sandwich, hoping everything would go by much, much faster. Deidara looked through every choice multiple times, making Amaya want to stab herself to death with the plastic knife. "Just get something!"
"Calm down, un. Gosh…" the blonde chuckled and purposely looked slower. After a long three minutes, Deidara got bakudan, a brownie, a Hershey's bar, and other various sweets. Amaya was on the verge of strangling the man to death. "Just hurry up and find a seat.." The two manage to find an unoccupied table near the door of the cafeteria. Deidara chuckled to himself again as he sat down at the table.
"What the hell is wrong with you today? You're usually a little bit less annoying!" Amaya shouts angrily.
"Nothing is wrong with me, un. I'm just in a good mood right now. Is that a crime, un?" Amaya just sat silently because she couldn't come up with a good comeback. Frustrated, she started eating. Deidara smiled victoriously and ate his bakudan. He finished quickly, not eating the candy. Amaya noticed, but didn't say anything as she finished her sandwich.
"You can take the candy back to your cell, but if it's not eaten within two hours, it will be thrown away."
"Alright, un" Wow, un! Everything is working according to my plan. But will I be able to control her when she's sugar high? Deidara went over his 'devious' plan over and over in his head to make sure there weren't any flaws. I'm pretty sure that'll be good enough to get out of here, un. Deidara held the candy in his left hand (the one that wasn't cuffed) and Amaya took him back to the cell.
"I'll be back in two hours to take the candy away if you haven't eaten it." And then she left, locking the cell door behind her. Deidara nodded and when she left, he smiled evilly. Then he sat on his bed and watched the clouds from his barred window, with nothing really else to do for the next two hours.
I'm sorry it took me so freaking long to post this…And it's a short chapter...I probably deserve some hate mail or some cyber slaps or punches…Hell I don't know if people are even reading this story…Well, if you are, once again…I'm sorry. ^-^"