Chapter Three: Off the Deep End part two I'm so sorry I haven't written for so long! First I'm gonna answer some of these reviews... first Skilled Defense... you remind me of one of my friends. black55widow... I know it's sad but it'll get happier. Sora Keyblader... the 'No shit dumb ass' line was something I stole from my dad. Finally, sans-fire... I will never tell but I will say this, this story is only partially about getting over him. Now on to the story!
...Deidara's eyes filled with tears. He still didn't know what happened, but he did know that he hit Konan. He was definitely not taking Sasori's death well at all, especially if he had been drunk enough to not remember bitch slapping someone who cared about him. He stood up shakily and went over to Sasori's desk. He cranked up a little music box he had there to one of the most depressing melodies he had ever heard...
...Kisame walked angrily into the kitchen. Konan was trying to find some food, which was hardly possible with Kakuzu running the money.
"Konan!"
"Yes?"
"Deidara's P.M.," he growled, "go talk to him."
"Kisame, that's not possible," Konan giggled.
"Yeah? Then go tell him that. He's been locked in his room staring at a picture of Sasori, and listening to some depressing shit."
"Then you go do something about it," she said in an irritated voice.
"Not listening to me."
"Fine. It's because you're a stupid shit anyway." Kisame smirked at her most recent comment...
...Deidara choked back sobs. He had no idea what to do. Cutting and drinking hadn't done a damn thing, and he felt too shitty to do anything but cry. Plus if he couldn't get any work done, Leader-sama would kill him. A gentle knock came from the door. Konan opened the door just enough to see the wailing Deidara.
"What the hell do you want?" Konan slid through the door and shut it behind her.
"Deidara," she said calmly, "we need to talk." She sat at the foot of Dei's bed. "You really miss Sasori don't you?"
Deidara grunted in reply.
"Don't try to hide it Dei. I know you do."
"You don't know anything, un."
"You mean you don't? Not at all?"
"I-I didn't say that, un." Konan grinned. "What, un?"
She cocked her head to look at him and whispered, "You loved him didn't you, Dei?"
"WHAT, UN!" he yelled. "I DID NOT, UN! WE WERE JUST FRIENDS, UN!" Konan laughed. "WHAT'S SO FUNNY, UN?"
"There you go denying it again; it's actually kind of entertaining."
"There's nothing entertaining about it, un," Deidara said. "It's a lie, un."
"Deidara, my room is right next door and you two are kind of, loud." Deidara blushed.
"Oh."
"Yeah, I know. But listen Dei," she paused, "I know what it's like to lose the one you love."
"You do, un?"
"Yes," Konan said with a pained look on her face. "So I'll always be there for you, a shoulder to cry on."
"Who the hell do you think I am, un?" Konan laughed and the irritated Dei joined in.
"I'm leaving now, Dei."
Not a second before she reached to door he said, "Konan, before you leave I want to ask you
something."
"Go ahead."
"Did I," Deidara said, "hit you, un?" Konan stood still and said not a word. "Answer me, un."
"Yes," she whispered and slipped out the door.
"I'm sorry, Konan, un."
