***TIME LAPSE***
Himitsu was now twelve-years-old. She and Deidara had become the best of friends. She was no longer a child, she had matured into a young adult, both physically and mentally. Well, sort of, she was still pretty immature. She liked to play around, and share perverted jokes with Dei-kun. This was his official nickname, courtesy of Himitsu. If she didn't call him Dei-kun, something was seriously wrong.
They had passed the chunin exams together, but the village still hated her. They disapproved of their friendship, and this tore her up inside. She loved her Dei-kun! And not only as a friend, though she told herself otherwise. She didn't want to love the only friend she had. What if he didn't love her back? She would die. Losing him, meant losing her own life, no matter the circumstance.
Himitsu made her way home after a long day of training . She now hated kunai with a flaming passion unmatched by even the largest display she could conjure, which by now had grown a great extent. She could've taken out the entire village if she wanted to, maybe exhausting herself in the process, but everything takes a sacrifice. Maybe, just maybe, she would act on this plan…nah, no, when she left, she wouldn't hurt Dei-kun anymore than she needed to. But, the reason for her hatred had a clear outline. That very day, while training with her team, a kunai slashed through half of her newly grown out hair. It was finally back to its original length, too. So, instead of going over it again and again in her mind, she showered and brushed her lop-sided hair, and called it a night.
When she awoke the next morning, remembering it was Saturday, she threw on her usual white tank top and shorts. As she ran of to the woods to meet Dei-kun her shuriken holster beat against her thigh, she slowed to silence them, so she could be sneaky. She saw him up ahead and when she got close, she put a hand on his shoulder, and spun him around to face her. "Huh?" She said aloud, but to herself. All that stood before her was a log. She then felt his arms around her waist, and she turned to ask him what he was doing. When she turned, she had no time to even open her mouth to speak. His lips were on hers. This certainly answered her question. He could feel the abnormal heat of her lips. We've been over the whole hot blood and everything, right? Good. As the initial shock receded, she kissed him back, and as she went to playfully bite his lip, he pulled away. There was blood on his mouth. Oops, she'd forgotten about that one sharp tooth she had. It literally came to a point, and could slice open skin. It was like a fang. Troublesome at times, but very helpful in summoning jutsu. :D
"Heh, sorry 'bout that Dei-kun."
"It's ok. If you didn't want me to kiss you, just say so."
She blushed. She put a finger to her to her mouth in a nervous fashion, putting a fingernail against her front teeth, "Uh, well, it wasn't unwelcome at all…"
"So, you're saying, maybe, we could be more than friends, hm?" Himitsu simply nodded.
"But, you do realize that we can't tell anyone." She stated sadly. Deidara pulled her closer by the waist and whispered in her ear.
"You're the only one that needs to know." This gave her butterflies and she couldn't help but put on her stupid little grin, where her fang came up over her bottom lip. Deidara adored this smile.