Time: SasoDei Love Story

Chapter Two: Don't Make Me Beg

Silence.

There was dead silence.

It lasted for all but a second, for as soon as it came, it disappeared.

Everyone began shouting things all at once. Well…everyone besides four people. Okay, 3…and a half.

The stoic raven and dead blonde were once again engaged in a heated and tense session of staring, the red head standing next to said raven, simply eyeing Deidara silently, not make a peep. Lastly, there was the Leader. He just stood there, swirled eyes flickering between Itachi and Deidara, attempting to make sense of the situation. Attempting being the key word here…after all, there was no way ghosts could exist…right?

Wrong.

Oh so very, very wrong.

The Leader was beginning to get irritated with all the loud commotion, and found it quite difficult to think, let alone form one coherent thought. With a loud clearing of his dry throat, and a raise of his surprisingly non-pierced hand, all noise ceased immediately. Every pair of eyes, minus two, were locked on him, waiting for orders or to be scolded for childish behavior. As he looked towards his group of minions…and Deidara, he was taken aback to find that he was no longer looking at Itachi but his azure diamonds were playing their little game with the red head of the group. Blinking a few times, he proceeded to speak.

"Itachi…this boy obviously isn't dead, for he is standing right in front of us," he reasoned, deeming this an acceptable assumption for the time being.

"Leader-sama's right Itachi. There's no way the kid could be dead. Maybe the rain is getting to- what the Hell are you doing?" the shark man, now known as Kisame, agreed…or at least attempted (there's that word again) too before being cut off by the ghost boy waltzing towards him. His blue eyes were locked with his, a pleading and helpless emotion reflected off the glassy faded complexion.

"Please," the blonde whispered, desperation seeping from his voice, lacing his words like a bow on a present. "Please help me, un…" His eyes were wide, and if he had the ability to cry, he would be balling by now. For months had he been wandering this Hell hole, not being able to maintain, let alone start, a conversation with anyone but himself, and now he had finally found people who could see him. Not only that, but one was there when he died! But now, they didn't believe him? Were they serious?

"Help with what, brat?" It was the first time the red head had spoken since the group's not-so-little outburst only five minutes prior.

Deidara's head snapped around, looking desperately at the keeper of the velvet smooth voice.

"Get my memories back."

The brown-eyed boy, whose name Deidara had yet to learn, was about to respond, but the albino of the group beat him to it.

"What do you fucking mean by that, blondie?" he snapped.

The blonde frowned and looked down. How could he explain? They probably already think he's deranged and don't believe him, so how would this help? His stress level was now skyrocketing, and desperation was beginning to take over him. Itachi wouldn't be able to help just yet, since he has no idea what Deidara was talking about either.

"Well, un..." he started, trying in vain to find decent wording in which the group would comprehend easily.

"Deidara…is that your name sweety?" an angelic voice asked. The blonde looked towards the voice, seeing it was the woman in blue whom had taken the initiative to be gentle with him. He nodded, eyeing her with a silent plea in his eyes for some assistance.

"Yeah, who are you?"

"Konan," the blue girl smiled, not too sure if she should shake his hand or not. She hesitantly stepped towards him, eyes flashing from his blue orbs to his faded hand. "What did you mean by getting your memories back?"

Deidara pursed his lips, blowing lightly at his golden fringe.

"Exactly what I said, un," he replied as-a-matter-of-factly. His hair swayed from side to side as he tilted his head, frowning at the loss of flash-backs he was able to produce.

"Can you elaborate, sweety?" Konan asked, her eyebrows scrunched as she looked upon the ghost, whom simply shrugged.

"I have no memories. Not that I know of anyway, un. I mean, I have one or two, but the rest…I don't remember…" his voice faded off at the end, eye glazing over with frustration as he huffed out a breath of air.

"Did you think we would be able to help you?" she raised her eyebrows, looking at Itachi for a split second, then back at the blonde, who sighed.

"Well, I hoped you could. When I saw Itachi, I remembered something. I remember Itachi, and how he was there when I died. He called ambulance after that, un. That has to count for something…"

By now, everybody had their eyes trained on Deidara and the blackette, pupils flashing between the duo. There was a long and thick silence, so thick it could be cut by a serrated knife.

Finally, it was the Leader who broke the deafening silence.

"Deidara…there's no way you could be dead. It's not possible. I think you're just confused…"

Itachi's eyes snapped away from his former friend's, towards his now glaring Leader.

"B-but-" he began, only to be cut off by a hand making contact with his face. Itachi stumbled back, tripping over his own feet in the process, colliding with the floor a second later. His eyes were wide as he looked up at the orange-haired pin cushion. Gasps ricocheted off the walls, eyes unbelievably wide, and tension sky-rocketing. The blackette's eyes then narrowed dangerously, forming a menacing glare.

"No buts! This foolish child is just insane and mentally unstable! He did NOT die, and we will NOT help him! Understood, you whelp?" the Leader yelled, his anger flaring up so high, you could practically see flames reflecting off his eyes. Itachi said nothing, simply settled for glaring as his Leader attempted to regulate his breathing, clutching his hand to his now bruised cheek.

The group of teenagers were staring at the older man, shock evident on their faces as they all took a staggered step back. The orangette shot them all glares, daring them to run.

Deidara watched in horror as the older man made contact with Itachi. He was beyond furious. Nobody was allowed to lay a finger on the blackette! He could be able to help Deidara, dammit! Not only that, but it was just plain wrong!

Growling, the blonde clenched his fists.

"What the Hell was that for, un? You can't just go around punching people!" he hissed, voice dripping with venom. Everybody turned to look at the infuriated ghost, shocked that he would stand up like that. The oldest wasn't as impressed though, and turned his attention fully on Deidara.

"Excuse you? Do you have any idea who you're talking to, you little bastard?"

"Yeah! I'm talking to a complete ass hole that just hit Itachi, un! I wanna know why!"

"Watch your mouth-!"

"Or else what, huh? You'll hit me too, un? Go ahead! I'd like to see you try!"

"Hey! Is that how you talk to someone who was trying to help you?"

"Help me? Oh no. Oh Hell no! You weren't trying to help me, un! If you were, you would've listened from the start!"

"The only thing you've told us has been complete nonsense! You're insane and need serious help!"

"How am I insane, un?"

"You keep saying you're dead! How are you not insane?"

"If I'm not dead, then how would I be able to do this, un?" Deidara snapped, throwing a punch at the Leader. His clenched fist flew right through the orangette's face, no pain being inflicted at all. To the Leader, whose name Deidara still didn't know, his skin felt cold and airy. Though he couldn't feel the blow, it knocked the wind out of him.

Deidara wasn't lying.

He really is dead.

As they all looked upon the squabbling duo in the middle of the room, the facts of today starting connecting in their heads. Deidara had been telling the truth from the very beginning. He was asking for help, and they refused to give it to him. Why?

Deidara removed his fist from the Leader's head, eyes showing nothing but raw misery.

"Believe me now, un?" he whispered, before bolting away, out of the room. They all watched as the ghost flew right through the wall, into the pouring rain which fell straight through him. They watched as the boy ran, his blonde hair swishing as his body moved.

No one said anything. They didn't even dare to breathe. Konan watched as the small ghost disappeared around a corner, and then back at her boyfriend, who was looking down at his hands.

"Itachi…" he breathed out, eyes settling on the figure being helped up by Kisame.

"What?" he snapped.

"I'm sorry, I just got overwhelmed…"

The blackette sighed, and rubbed his cheek. He understood. The Leader was pissed, and just took out his anger on the unfortunate soul that decided to snap the remaining patience he had.

"It's fine."

"What the fuck are we gonna do about blondie?" the albino asked, leaning up against the man he was fighting with back at the diner.

"Leave him alone, he's just annoying. No…we should help him, He looked so sad," the one with green hair argued against himself. "Leader-sama, what do you think?"

The pin cushion held his head up, looking around the gloomy, worn down room at all his fellow minions. They gazed back, their decisions clear in their eyes.

"We're going to help him."

They all nodded. No one disagreed, or dared to argue.

"Let's go find him," he ordered, ushering out all the unruly teenagers before him.

As they all left the abandoned building, stepping foot in the plummeting rain, they all felt the true effect of what had just happened.

They were going to help a ghost regain his memories.

A ghost.

But not just any ghost…

"Deidara…" the red head breathed, his eyes scanning the horizon for the blonde boy he desperately wanted to know more about.