Alright! You can blame this awesome chapter on the music I listen to... Hey, so the first chapter was MSI songs and it was funny, the last chapter was lullabies and it was sad... I need to listen to MSI again then!
Okay, I turned on MSI. This better be a funny chapter! If it's not, that means my experiment fails... and I was doing so good in Biology =O
Aaaaaanyways, this will be from Deidara's veiw. FUNNY...
My friend is so much better! I saw her again and she's doing amazingly good! I knew my God-powers would work in healing her; I'm just that awesome.
Ask my friend Deanna, she knows!
=)
Yeah, listen to MSI. That's Mindless Self Indulgence. THEY'RE AMAZING!!!! Like mashed potatos and gravy!
OH AND I DON'T OWN NARUTO. But I like the thought of one day owning Sasori... =)
So I only updated the last chapter like an hour or two ago, so the only one who's commented so far was Xeralynn. =D For that, Xeralynn, you get hugs and kisses and a Deidara plushie!
Now, I'll give everyone time to review this chapter. Plus, my friend wants to hog the computer for a bit. =)
LOVE YOU ALL, ESPECIALLY XERALYNN 3
Deidara POV:
Shut up.
Please, just stop talking to me.
I see your mouth moving, but all I don't hear you.
I can't hear what you say, to me it sounds like "You freak".
The taste of vomit was still lingering in my mouth. I'd brushed my teeth three times, but the taste didn't leave. Even after eleven breath mints, it still was revolting.
I set the pencil down and looked at the picture I'd drawn. I usually didn't think about what I was drawing and didn't know what it was until I was done. A lot of them turned out to be Sasori. Sometimes, Itachi's death.... But usually Sasori.
I studied the picture; the pencil lines weaving and twisting to make Sasori's half naked form. I grabbed the water from my bedside table and sipped it, trying to get rid of the taste of vomit.
It didn't work.
I was leaning against the wall, sitting on the bed with my sketch book in my lap. The cool wall felt good against my bare back; the soft sheets underneath me kept me comfortable. For once, I didn't have my hair in its usual pony tail. I'd taken it out after vomiting. I liked having it cover my face; then I wouldn't have to see the disgust in other's eyes... especially Sasori's.
I closed the sketch book and slid off the bed. I pulled on skinny jeans and a big tee-shirt, leaving my hair down. It was almost noon now, and I had to pee.
I left my room, not closing the door all the way. Maybe this way, if Hidan was looking to kick someone's door open(1), he'd see I wasn't in there and move on.
Yeah, right.
I reached the bathroom and shut the door quietly. My bladder was so full I didn't have time to stop and gawk at my hideousness in the mirror. I thanked whatever god there was for this.
I stood there for a few minutes, emptying myself. I was just getting done with I heard the semi-quiet click. Oh, shit.
It felt like slow motion. I turned my head to look at the door, my hair flying over my shoulder. The door swung open and there stood Kisame. God. Damn. Kisame.
He stood there and stared at me, not really looking down there. For that, I was less embarrased. But I was embarrased none-the-less. I felt my face heat up as I glared at him. He just blinked and closed the door.
I pulled up my pants and huffed angrily as I washed my hands. I tried not to look in the mirror, but this time it didn't work.
My cheeks were pink with embarrasment. My eyes looked dull and my hair was frizzy. My skin was once again oily and disgusting. I could see the pores where pimples were forming and the scars where pimples had been.
I wish I was a puppet. Then I could be perfect.
I turned away from the mirror before I started crying. It was such a pitiful sight, but there wasn't anything I could do about it.
I left the bathroom in a hurry, wanting to just get the image out of my mind.
I saw the front door of headquarters open and decided to go outside. It was getting stuffy inside and it was nice and crisp outside.
Konan was standing on the deck, leaning over the railing. I was behind her, but I could tell she was smoking from the smoke rising above her head.
Sighing, I walked over to her. She looked at me blankly, like she always looked. She never seemed to show emotion, just like Sasori.
She glanced at me and reached into her pocket. She handed me her cigarette box and a blue lighter. I'd only smoked a few times before and never thought about actually doing it as a habit.
I've heard rumors that it made you less hungry though. That pretty much made up my mind.
I grabbed the cigarette box and took a cigarette out, lighting it and breathing in. It wasn't a great taste, but it tasted a hell of a lot better than vomit. The tight feeling it caused as it traveled down my throat and into my lung distracted me from the pain in my stomach. It felt good.
I silently thanked her and handed tried handing the box back to her.
"Keep it," she said, "You need it more than I do."
I sighed at the truth in her words and stuck them in my pocket. Pein hated it when people smoked inside, but Konan had a habit of doing it anyways.
I had a feeling I might start that too, since I rarely left my room.
Konan was silent for a few more minutes before breaking the silence with her monotone voice.
"Feeling any better?" she asked carefully.
"Hn," I replied, "I was just tired."
She nodded and accepted the lie.
She waited a few minutes before trying again.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Wanna listen?" I smart-assedly replied.
She nodded and turned her vibrant eyes to look into mine.
"I do," she said and I blushed. Konan hated us akatsuki members; always had. It was a simple fact that no one bothered her or started a conversation with her. The fact that I'd even came to stand next to her was damn brave of me.
I shook my head, embarrassed.
"I... I don't."
She smiled and said whole-heartedly, "You will. When you do, I'll be here."
With that, she threw her cigarette on the grass and walked inside.
I took another drag and shook my head.
I won't.
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"DEIDARA!" Hidan yelled as he ran through my door.
Was he stupid or something? I was standing right behind him when he'd decided to burst my door open; I wasn't even IN the room.
I didn't say anything, just tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at me dumbly and then frowned.
"DEIDARA!" Itachi screamed from behind me. I glared at Hidan for starting this again.
"What do you want, Hidan?" I asked coldly.
"I'M FUCKING HUNGRY!" he screamed, his spit flying and hitting me in the face.
"So what?" I cried, "I'm NOT your baby sitter!"
He started shaking and Itachi started laughing hysterically from behind me.
"Hidan.... Seriously, just go cook your own food, un," I said evenly.
"I CAN'T!" he cried, throwing his hands up, "I CAN'T COOK!"
"Since when?" I asked, getting sick of this.
"I just CAN'T, okay?"
I glared at him again.
He flipped emotions suddenly. He got on his knees, took my hand and did the puppy eyes.
"Pleeeeeeease, Dei-dei-uke," he said sweetly.
I yanked my hand from him and stormed off to the kitchen. Luckily the only one who had seen that was Itachi, who was too crazy to tell anyone.
Itachi followed me, practically stepping on my feet as I walked.
"WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?!" I screamed, my face burning red now.
He looked at me sternly, "I just want to make sure you've fed the Xoxo(2)."
My mouth dropped open a bit and I shook my head, disbelievingly.
"A-" I tried to say something, but didn't really know what to say, "Alright, whatever."
Itachi smiled contently and left to go bug someone else.
Finally.
I didn't know what Hidan wanted me to cook, so I just cracked some eggs and threw them in a pan. I added some salt, pepper, milk and cheese after a while. It smelled disgusting and made my stomach practically give out just looking at it. After it was done cooking, I set it on a plate and added salsa to it.
Hidan walked in and sat down, mumbling a thanks.
Ungrateful cock.
I felt my stomach turn upside down and ran to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet just before the vomit came up my throat.
This time it wasn't even close to vomit, though. It was bile, water, and blood.
I was shaking, the contractions in my stomach unstablizing the rest of my body functions. My head was spinning again and my it sounded like I was falling. But I wasn't, I was gripping the toilet tighter than should be possible. My knuckles were turning blue.
After a few minutes, I stood up and stood over the sink. I was still shaking, but the rest of me was somewhat back to normal.
I grabbed the toothbrush and scrubbed my teeth, trying to get rid of the acidy-blood taste.
It didn't work, of course, so I stalked off to my room.
I fell onto the bed and stared longingly at the ceiling.
Disgusting. I'm so disgusting. No wonder Sasori dislikes me so much... along with everyone else.
My hand subconsciously reached into my pocket and pulled out a cigarette and the lighter. It helped get rid of the vomit taste, at least. And it took my attention away from the pain in my stomach.
I sucked in the poison and held it in as long as I could. My lungs were on fire and I thought I was going to explode. I slowly let the smoke out, feeling the relief quickly settle.
The exhaustion came quick, but wouldn't take me all the way under. It hardly ever did.
I put out the cigarette once it was mostly finished and dropped the butt on the floor. I stared at the ceiling more and felt the hopelessness fill my body.
I would never change.
"Hey, Deidara," Kisame said, knocking on my door.
"Huh?" I asked, hardly audible.
"Can I come in?" Kisame asked.
I nodded, not realizing he couldn't see me. He came in anyways.
"Yeah?" I asked, not looking away from the ceiling.
"I brought you some dinner," he said, obviously annoyed.
"...Thanks, un," I said and sat up.
He shook his head and set the food on the table next to me bed.
I looked at him curiously and he stared blankly at me.
"Feeling better?" he asked, obviously not interested.
"Yes," I answered quickly, and laid back down.
"Is that why the toilet is filled with blood and vomit?"
I grimaced and avoiding his stare.
I forgot to flush?
I bit my lip and muttered, "Sorry, forgot to flush, un."
"Forget to eat, too?" he asked harshly.
Now I definitely didn't look at him, but felt my face flare up.
My lip was starting to ooze blood, I was biting it so hard.
Kisame sighed and shook his head again.
"You don't need to be like that, you know," he commented, and I clenched my hands into fists.
I wasn't going to say anything; I wasn't going to admit anything.
He left and I felt the hot tears fall down the side of my face.
I don't want to, Kisame.
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It was probably midnight when I left my room again. I didn't want to leave before I thought everyone was asleep because I knew how they'd look at me... I know how they think.
I took my food that was untouched to the kitchen and pushed it down the garbage disposal. I sighed and sat in one of the chairs.
"Can't sleep?"
I turned and saw Konan standing in the doorway, in (obviously Pein's) blue plaid boxers and pink bra again. I shook my head and laid it down on the table.
She came and sat next to me, pulling out a cigarette. She lit it and breathed in, waiting for me to say something.
"What about you?" I asked.
"I don't sleep," she said, letting the smoke out, "I've probably slept two hours in the last five days."
I looked up at her and nodded.
"Pein asked me to go with Sasori, Hidan and Itachi tomorrow," she said monotonously, "Like I'm supposed to be their babysitter. They all need it, yeah, but I hate kids."
I laughed and smirked at her.
"Sasori doesn't really," I pointed out.
"No, he just needs a therapist," she remarked.
"Don't we all..." I said softly.
She smirked this time and said, "Most of us, I think so. Kisame is probably the only one who doesn't."
"Yeah, he just needs to be fed some good seafood."
She laughed and I rubbed my eyes.
"Let's see... Itachi's a psychopath, Sasori's pretty fucking emo, Hidan has anger management, Tobi is severely ADD, Kakuzu is obsessed with money, Zetsu has a personality disorder, Pein's a control freak, I'm... yeah, and you have insomnia," I commented.
"And we're all S-ranked criminals," she added.
"That doesn't count," I said, "Everyone's a criminal nowadays. That's so unoriginal."
She nodded, and finished her cigarette.
"Go talk to Sasori," she said softly, "He was waiting outside your door earlier."
I grimaced, and nodded.
Why would he want to talk to me?
1. Seriously, Hidan has anger problems, or something. I haven't really come up with what he has, so I'm just going to go with anger problems. Makes sense, yeah? Plus, it's FUN to kick things.... it's now his new obsession. "Jashin ordered me to kick your door open!" Yeah, that's right. I worship Jashin.
2. Okay, so Xoxo is an african frog that is pronounced by clicking your tongue twice. I've always wondered, then would the tad pole only be "xo" and only click your tongue once? I want one!
AAAAALRIGHT! End chapter 3!
Please tell me whatcha think, I hope it was good. A little more depressing than I'd expected, but I put as much humor in it as I could!
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