Okay, sorry about the confusion . I forgot to post the second chapter and I thought I already had, when turns out I didn't. So for those of you who have already read this, this is the actual chapter three. The last chapter basically explains her relationships with her friends and what her dad looks like and yadda yadda. Please go read it XD

Thanks so much for reading! :D If you have any ideas or ways for me to get better, don't be afraid to review or pm me and tell me ^^

-Cloud

"MIA! WAKE UP!"

My brother pounds relentlessly on the door. I groan loudly and roll over, almost falling off the edge of the bay window. The covers fall off and I sit up, grabbing my IPod and slipping my earphones in. I find my favorite song, Fake it by Seether, and turn the volume all the way up.

I open the door to my room and lightly tread down the old squeaky staircase.

"You left your stupid doll on the table again." Tyler sneers as I pass him, holding a bowl of Lucky Charms in his little grubby paws. Pausing, I stare at the back of his retreating head until I fully take in the words he said. I scowl and move back. I smack him in the head, lightly, and he growls a barely coherent profanity.

Nobody calls my Deidara plushie stupid.

But as I enter the kitchen, I frown darkly. I don't remember coming downstairs last night or bringing my plushie down at all. But then why would he say I left it down here?

I sigh and shake my head. Whatever, I'd still check it out.

After my food.

I walk over to the fridge and pull it open. Grabbing the milk, I spin around and set it down onto the island counter behind me. I grab a bowl and a spoon and the box of Lucky Charms my brother left open for me and my dad.

"Good morning, Princess." Dad greets sleepily as he shuffles into the kitchen. He's still in his faded dark green robe and what-used-to-be white slippers. His precious newspaper is rolled up in his hands.

Grimacing at the nickname, I allow him to press a swift kiss onto the top of my head as I pour my cereal. Dad grabs the box from me and pours himself a bowl, gray eyes watching me warily. I ignore him and make my way to the table, finally, to see what my brother was grouching about.

My eyes widen.

Sitting on the table, facing my way, is a small Deidara doll. He's about the size of a Barbie, with the same almost bleached blonde hair in his infamous style. Only his hair is a little more…natural looking, compared to the Barbie's I used to own and what I can recall of them. And his visible blue eye doesn't look painted on…Maybe it's one of those blinking dolls?

No, it can't be.

"That's yours right?" Dad casts the doll a wary glance. "He was on the counter this morning, sitting next to the cereal box. You didn't sleep walk last night did you?"

I set my bowl down next to the doll and glance back over my shoulder. "You honestly think I could make it down the stairs like that?"

"Good point."

My dad exits the room, presumably going up to his office. I peer a little closer at the doll, hesitant about picking it up. "Huh." I muse, straightening back up, hands moving to my hips. "I wonder where I got you. You look almost…real."

Shrugging, I pull the chair out and pick up my spoon. I scoop up a spoonful and lift it to my mouth, eyes never leaving the doll.

Then I hear it.

It's a small, rumbling gurgle. Very faint and yet clear as day in the silence of the room.

I blink, slowly lowering my spoon down, and then dart my hand out, making a grab for the doll. It jumps up and dodges, little ninja sandals skidding against the wood table. The visible blue eye narrows and his blonde bangs swing slightly from the movement before settling.

I reach out again.

He ducks to the left, hands withdrawing something from his flowing cloak, and I wrench my hand back once I see the sliver of silver.

"Holy shit." I breathe.

He glares back defiantly.

The noise sounds again, only louder this time. My head quirks to the side and I blink. It takes my mind a few moments to process what's going on-other than the fact that my doll now has a live-action feature-and I stand.

"Stay." I order, hoping that he'll listen and won't run off. "I'm going to get you food." I add softly.

Opening cabinet, I pull the box of cereal back out. I'm not sure what a doll would eat-or Deidara for that matter, so I will simply improvise. I grab a small plate and walk back into the dining room. He stands on the table, crouched low into a fighting stance on the balls of his feet-ready to jump at any given moment. His ice colored eyes are cautious, flickering back and forth between the box and my face.

I sit back down and pour out a small amount onto the plate. Gently, I slide it closer to him and then pick up my spoon to finish eating. I hate it when my cereal gets soggy.

Slowly, Deidara moves closer to the plate. It's like watching a cat on the prowl, freezing to watch its prey for any sudden movements and then jumping at it. He tugs the plate a few feet away and then plops down beside it.

He snatches out and grabs a marshmallow. It's so big that he has to hold it with two hands.

I watch him as I eat and he does the same. His eyes are narrowed, untrusting and cautious, where mine convey a bored look.

My IPod dings softly. I jump in my seat, probably startling the doll, and pull it out. I frown at the screen. It says I have a new email…I hope I didn't give Brandon my email. I don't think I did…

I unlock it swiftly and bring the page up.

"Dammit." I growl, arm drawing back to throw it at the wall. Luckily, Dad comes in to wash his bowl out and sees me.

"You better not break that one too!" He barks.

I jump again, scowl at him, and then kind of throw it at the table. I guess I'm glad I didn't break it, because it's virtually my life, but I can always get a new one, right? Dad scowls at me and shakes his head, gray eyes flickering to the doll.

He huffs. "You better eat all that cereal."

I stick my tongue out at him and take an irritated bite of my cereal.

"Oh, and Alice called. She's coming over after school." Dad steps out of the room and I hear the stairs creak beneath his weight as he makes his way up them. My eyes widen and my lips twitch into a small smile. I'd forgotten! No school today! For me anyways.

My eyes flutter shut. I take a deep breath, fashion another bored look onto my face, and then take another bite of my cereal. I glance over to Deidara-who's halfway through his mound of cereal. "Do you want some more?" I ask.

He simply stares at me.

I shoot him a dirty look. "What? Itachi got your tongue?"

He doesn't laugh. I sigh and shake my head, grumbling 'whatever' under my breath. Standing, I take the box and reclose it and put it back up. As I pass the sink, I dump my bowl into it and run some water through the milk. I walk back to the table and scowl darkly.

All that's left is an empty plate.

I curse softly. "What are you? A fucking cat now? You only appear when you're hungry."

Grabbing the plate, I run some water through it and then go to grab my IPod off the table, but it's not there. I gasp softly and my heart flutters with panic. I bend over and search the ground beneath it, sliding through chairs and the table legs. Trying to get back up, I hit my head on the edge of the table and let out a loud hiss of pain.

"Fuck." I growl and move out a little further and then stand up.

I glare at the table. That stupid bastard must've taken it when I went to wash his plate. I know it was on the table when I got back from washing my bowl. Muttering profanities, I stomp over to the fridge and grab the small piece of chalk sitting in the little magnet cup. The whole right side of our fridge is one huge chalkboard. Usually, we use it for the grocery list.

I add mousetraps to it.

Almost breaking the chalk as I stuff it back in there, I whip around and shoot the dining room one long last deadly glare. I'm going to find that jerk. Deidara or not, only I get to destroy my property.

I growl as I climb back up my stairs and into my room. I leave the door slightly open and make my way over to my window seat. Plopping down, I curl up in my covers again and stare out the window. Almost as soon as I get settled, I hear my door creak open.

"Where's your phone?" Dad asks from the door.

I nod to my desk. He walks over and replaces the shattered rectangle with several items in his hands. He takes a long look at my phone and then turns it on. "What's he labeled as?"

"His name."

Dad nods and holds the phone out to me. I type in my password and he tugs it back to examine it. I don't look at him, almost afraid of his reaction to the messages that have been flooding my phone. Just looking back to unlock it, I could see the steely ice in his eyes, the cold anger.

"There. He shouldn't text you for a while. It'll take about a month for the company to be able to block his number completely. Here, Sarah misses you."

He holds the phone out to me.

I don't take it. "Did you delete the other messages?"

There's a few tapping sounds. "Now I did."

I take my phone from him and spot a tuff of blonde on my desk. Eyes narrowing, I climb to my feet and pad over to my desk. Deidara-frozen-sits beside my IPod.

"You left them on the counter." Dad shoots the items a puzzled look and then walks towards the door. "Oh, and I called the school. They say they hope you feel better." He shoots me a sly look over his shoulder.

The door shuts softly behind him. I glare at the doll and he glares back.

"Why the hell did you steal my IPod?" I snap at him, grabbing said device swiftly before he can move. It's unlocked and open to my email account. No doubt, he was snooping. I glare at him and lock it, tossing it lightly onto the covered mass of my window seat.

Deidara says nothing, glaring at me.

His eyes slowly move around my room, flickering back to my face after surveying a few feet and then back again. I fold my arms across my chest and quirk a brow.

"You can talk, can't you?" I ask softly, once he's done scoping out my room. "If they can make a doll that moves like a ninja then they should at least have some sort of voice box."

He glares at me. "I'm not a doll, un."

His voice is smooth and silky, like warm butter. Despite the small mouth the words come out of, they're still masculine and deep-not at all squeaky and, well, doll like. I smile in satisfaction and scoff softly, moving forward hesitantly. I pull out my chair and sit down into it, turning my computer on.

"Then what are you?" I shoot him a bemused look.

Deidara smirks. Leaning against the wall behind my desk, he kicks one leg back and folds his arms across his chest, visible blue eye watching me warily. "I'm a ninja, yeah."

I scoff softly. "I knew that. I meant, if you're not a male Barbie then what are you? Do you prefer action figure then? Or figurine?"

"I'm not a doll, un!" He jerks forward, hands curling into tight fists at his sides. Whoops, seems I struck a nerve.

I simply quirk a brow, "Oh?"

He scowls darkly. "I'm real, yeah! Do I fucking look plastic to you?!"

Lips curling into a small smile, I don't answer and type something into the search bar after bringing the internet back up. Deidara glowers at me from his wall space, ice eyes flickering over to the computer screen curiously.

I pull up a picture of a Deidara figure and gesture to it. "I don't know…you look pretty much the same."

Deidara peers closer. His bangs brush forward with the movement. They look so soft…and definitely not plastic like the pictures. Dimly, I wonder if he has mouths on his hands still and what they would be like. I watch him, amused, as he looks at all the other pictures of himself.

"This is fucking creepy, hmm." He grunts finally, edging back away from the screen.

I chuckle. "You haven't seen anything."

He stares at me, obviously expecting me to continue on. I sigh softly and ignore him, plucking my phone off the desk. Three unread texts from Sarah. Poor thing, I'd forgotten about here. I quickly type in a response: yes, I'm fine, sorry.

Not more than a second later does it beep loudly with her response.

"What is that thing, hmm?" Deidara shifts slightly on his feet, frowning towards my phone.

I turn the screen towards him briefly. "It's called a cell phone."

He quirks a brow. "And that is, un?"

"A device used to communicate between two people, whether it be by text or by calling. Right now, I am texting my best friend, Sarah, to assure her that I am okay." I explain dully, "Because if I don't, she will, and I quote, personally walk all the way here to rip my eyes out and shove them so far up my ass that they will pop back out my eye sockets, unquote."

Deidara's nose scrunches up in disgust. He snickers silently. "I like her, yeah."

"Do you?" I feel a brow lift. "Interesting," I muse, face twisting into a sneer. "I didn't know dolls could like people."

"I am not a doll, hmm!" He bristles.

I roll my eyes. "Prove it."

A small stinging pain pokes my cheek. I blink, startled, and my hand flies to my face. My fingers are met with something wet and sticky. I pull back and gasp. My fingers are laced with blood. "What the fuck?" I growl at a now smirking Deidara, pushing back away from my desk.

"You didn't even see it, did you, hmm?" He sneers.

I glare at him. "I asked you to prove that you weren't a doll. I know you're a ninja."

Trudging my way to the bathroom, I grumble profanities beneath my breath. I bend over the counter to peer closer at the mirror, at the small, needle thin scrape across my left cheek. A small bead of blood trickles down from the corner. It's nothing huge, but still. He threw a fucking kunai at my face. I was not going to let this one pass.

"Alright you little shit." I reenter my room, "If you throw another kunai at me, I will feed you to my neighbor's demon cat. Got it?"

His smirk broadens. "Touchy, touchy, hmm."

I flip him off.

He snickers and I decide to ignore him. I pick up my phone and reply to Sarah's text, fingers pressing absently at my newly acquired wound. Another text pops up, this one a lengthy paragraph from an unknown number. I read the first few lines, scowl darkly, and throw it onto my bed.

"Stupid boys." I growl, pulling up the internet.

"I'm going to ignore that, hmm." Deidara stares at my phone for a few moments and then his gaze flickers towards the computer screen.

I contemplate my response. Part of my wants to snicker, to say, why should you? You're just a doll. It's not like you have anything marking you as a male. But the longer I sit here with him, the longer something grows within the pit of my stomach.

And whatever it is, it's screaming one thing.

He's real.