Midnight coated the entire sky in a black, dark clouds hiding away the moon and stars that would provide the town with a little light. Most streets were void of people as usual, only a few around that were obviously up to no good. Deidara wasn't one of them this time, nicely stuffed in his bed, duvet pulled up all the way to his chin to keep himself nice and warm. There was no reason for him to be awake now. Sleep was something enjoyable anyway, even if he didn't necessarily need it. A way to organise your thoughts and relax.
This night was different now. Usually it was no problem for Deidara to fall asleep, but after tossing and turning for a while he still wasn't of to Lala land. He could blame the rain that was steadily falling from the sky, tapping against his window. Or perhaps the few cars that passed by in his street, their headlights reaching Deidara's window, barely though.
But that wasn't the excuse that made him snap his eyes and stare up at the ceiling. There was something off. This thing tugging on his chest. What it could be Deidara didn't know though? Premonition was never a power he had and seeing through things was hardly possible when you didn't have the ability to see all around you. Up in heaven everything was clear. You looked down and could see everything happening down below. Instantly would Deidara know what was wrong, but he didn't have that option anymore. And now he was stuck with this gut feeling that something was off.
Slowly Deidara rose up, the sheets sliding off his chest to pool down at his waist. Blue eyes opened slowly, gazing at the yellowish wall, water damage having stained the white wallpaper. A hand moved up and slid through his unruly hair, the tossing and turning having made a mess out of his long blond locks. Not that he cared. Deidara didn't care about how he looked nor how his apartment looked. It was all crap to him and he was fine with it. He didn't need to show off to anyone nor did he have to impress someone. The only person that mattered was him and that one friend he had was very fine with it. Although that "friend" might think he actually did matter to Deidara. The angel just thought otherwise.
Turning to the side Deidara stepped out of his bed, scratching his bare belly as he shuffled towards the door, bending down to pick up a pair of pants and putting it on as he left his bedroom, almost tripping over the other crap he had laying around. Perhaps he should hire someone to clean this place…
Straightening out his back a bone popped back in place and Deidara let out a soft satisfied smile. After that other things started moving on his back, slithering under his skin, trying to find a way to pierce through it. Maybe a flight would make him relax.
Keys stuffed in his pocket Deidara was out the door and moved up the flights of stairs, taking two steps at a time. The lights flickered as he passed them, encasing the hallway in complete darkness every few seconds. Reaching the top floor Deidara walked straight to the end of the walkway, knowing there would be a door leading to the roof there. Once it had been locked, but Deidara had easily broken the chain, the one that was supposed to keep trespassers out. They should've placed a tougher lock if they had wanted to keep Deidara out though.
Easily he pushed the door open, wind immediately hitting him, rain meeting it halfway as it sliced through the air. It was cold out, but Deidara moved up the last few steps anyway, ignoring how goosepumps rose all over his skin, a shiver sliding down his spine. When he reached the top he could barely see anything, the rain thick in the air. When had it started raining this badly?
Blond hair was sticking on his face in a matter of seconds, pants clinging to his legs, heavily hanging from his body. But Deidara moved on anyway, easily striding to the edge of the roof. Stepping on the ledge Deidara gazed forward. The city stretched on before him, but only the high roof tops of other buildings could be seen. The wind blew passed him, whistling as it moved by and then disappeared behind him again.
Even here out in the open Deidara couldn't shake off this weird feeling he had. Something was still off, but what could it be? Gritting his teeth Deidara shook his head, water droplets falling everywhere around him, joining the puddles created by the rain. Then throwing his head back, hair snapping behind him and sticking to his back, Deidara let out a feral shriek, a noise not known by men.
Why couldn't he figure this shit out? Why couldn't there be some kind of dumb sign that would tell him what was wrong. What the fuck was bothering him. There was something. This itch he couldn't reach right below the surface of his skin. But he knew the answer would come soon in a way that wouldn't make him happy. It would hit him and it would hit him hard.
The movements on his back had gotten more serious, the sound of stretching and breaking of skin almost rising above the noise of rain splashing down. And then as the first bit of wing broke through, the entire thing came out, slicing through the air until they were unfurled behind him. They almost disappeared in the dark background, only blackening the surroundings of Deidara more. The provided with a bit of shelter for the angel, stopping some of the water to touch him.
Carefully he started beating them slowly, testing the weather to know how this flight was going to be. And right as he was about to push himself off the ledge and make flight, something vibrated in his pocket.
Stupidly Deidara glanced down at it, wondering what it was until he remembered stuffing his cell phone in there sometime during the day. Never did it occur to him to take it out and place it on his nightstand when he went to bed, because he just didn't care who wanted to reach him. Sometimes it took him days to reply to his friend, who had forced this thing on him in the first place.
But it had gotten him out of his mood, ruined this moment for him where he finally had wanted to let go. Maybe he could sleep after this was over.
Teeth gritted again Deidara ripped the phone from his jeans and held it up in front of his face, uncaring it got wet now. Let it break down, so no one could ever reach him again. Reading the message the black wings started to shake, rising up higher and curtaining around Deidara.
It didn't take him long to press the right buttons and move the phone up to his ear. Deidara didn't care what time it is. Someone had texted him now as well, so why bother not calling? He could already see the smug bastard lying in his bed, feeling rather good about himself. But Deidara would put an end to that. They were going to talk about this and the other was going to do some explaining.
The guy didn't pick up so fast though and Deidara had to call back three times before he finally answered. Asshole… 'What the hell, man. Do you know what time it is?' Came the grumpy, but tired sounding reply on the other side of the phone.
'Was there something you needed to tell me?' Deidara replied coolly, not bothering answering his friend's rhetorical question. Yes, he had called him awake at a strange hour, but nothing excused him for this. How could his so called friend do this to him. Apparently there was no loyalty at all. Friends really weren't worth anything and Deidara seriously regretted ever letting the guy in his life.
It stayed quiet for some time and Deidara was planning on yelling soon to wake the guy up, but then came another tired response. 'I seriously have no fucking clue what you're even talking about, so be more specific. What the hell am I supposed to tell you? And are you fucking outside? Get out of the fucking rain. I can barely hear you.'
Wings trembling in anger again Deidara did his best not to lash out at the guy. How could humans be this dense? 'I received a text just now…'
He was going to say more, but was immediately interrupted. 'Oh yeah, let's play charades. What are you? A fucking girl? Jeez Deidara. What the fuck did the text say?' Humans… Oh how Deidara despised them.
'Interrupt me again and we'll have a big problem, Hidan,' Deidara threatened. His hand was shaking and he needed all his strength not to throw the thing to the ground and smash it. This was only causing him more trouble and Deidara was here to live an easy life. He had gotten away from heaven and that was hard enough, so why did he have to deal with this shit as well? At least Hidan stayed quiet, understanding the weight of his threat. 'As I was saying,' he continued, able to keep his voice steady. 'I received a text a few minutes ago and as we both know I usually don't receive them unless they are from you. I like it that way. Dislike it when anyone asks for my number. So I am certain I did not give my number to this person. It was you, wasn't it?' Normally this would only be a small accusation and if it had been any other person, Deidara would've been fine.
A soft chuckle rose up on the other side of the line and for a second time Deidara had to keep himself from destroying his cell right then and there. 'Come on, man. I was doing you a favour. I saw you talking to the guy and even I could tell he was drop dead gorgeous. So when he asked what your name was, I took the liberty to give your number as well. You should've seen the dude's face though. So fucking happy it was insane. You got yourself a catch.'
Even if it did make Deidara's heart skip a beat, imagining what his face must've looked like, he cursed Hidan. Blunt nails grabbed at his chest, scratching right over the area where his heart should be to make it stop from reacting to this. This was not what he wanted. This was what he wanted to avoid.
Turning his head backwards Deidara stared up at the sky, imagining heaven was looking down upon him at this very moment. A test. Still merely a test to see if he was capable of living among humans without screwing things up. His wings suddenly felt heavy on his back and he almost toppled over right off the ledge.
'I expect your key to be in my mailbox tomorrow,' Deidara mumbled into the phone and immediately the protests of Hidan rose up, spluttering to get a word in to try and convince Deidara that he was indeed a good friend. Deidara did not want to associate with him any longer.
Finishing the call he contemplated throwing the thing off the roof, but finally he stuffed it right back into his jeans' pocket. Perhaps it would die due to water damage, but that would just be tough luck. Somehow he couldn't destroy it on his own. The fact that he had taken the time to send a message, had gone through the trouble to get his name and number from someone else was special and Deidara actually did feel… wanted. It was wrong, very wrong and he wouldn't reply. He just wanted to know if he would receive more messages like this one.
Slowly leaning forward Deidara started to moment, falling forward and tumbling off the building. Right until he opened up his wings and let the wind slide under it, carrying him up higher into the sky. And with that text message on his mind he disappeared from sight, not returning for a couple of hours.
Evening Deidara. I hope you don't mind me knowing your name. I was happy someone didn't mind telling me after you left so suddenly. I would love to hear something from you. Maybe we can get together sometime and then you can tell me of other places where I shouldn't be. I promise it will be fun. Itachi.
Characters © Masashi Kishimoto
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