I woke up to find myself in some kind of bedroom- so I'm guessing that Deidara took me to the inn. The problem is I have a feeling I should remember something- something really important.
"You're awake then."
I turned to see that Deidara was lying next to me, smiling- which I hoped meant the fanfic incident was over.
"You've known me for less than a week and already you're sleeping with me- that's a sign that this relationship won't last long," I said, grinning like the Cheshire cat- though I wasn't planning on disappearing.
He snorted before brushing a strand of hair out of my face, which made me blush and made Deidara laugh. So I smacked him, which only made him laugh more and made me pout.
After a while, we were silent again and I moved my head onto his shoulder, as placed his arm around my waist. Staring at the roof, I was able to concentrate on my other senses. Deidara's pulse had sped up and I could smell on him clay- or at least the scent of clay.
"Do you really think our relationship won't last long, hmm?" he questioned, and I felt myself blushing once again.
"What relationship? I wasn't aware we had one," I replied nervously. My own pulse had sped up even more- I might have a heart attack or something.
"So what was the kiss, hmm?"
I moved so I could look him in the eyes… er, eye. He seemed to be sad almost, and I found myself feeling guilty- but I hadn't done anything wrong, had I?
"It was… I don't know- but I didn't think it meant anything because you were angry about the fanfic thing," I replied quietly.
He didn't say anything, but placed his hand on my cheek and I shuddered as I felt his mouth hand lick me but made no movement. He sat up and I tensed up as he kissed me once again. But I soon relaxed and kissed him back, my arms wrapping around his neck.
That weird feeling was back, that awful feeling in my stomach- and mixed with the butterflies it was making me confused. But not as confused when I felt an icy cold hand touch my arm. I pulled back with surprise to look, but there was no one there.
"Are you all right, hmm?" asked Deidara, looking at me with concern.
"Something touched me- something really cold…" my voice trailed off as I noticed the mark on my right arm. Deidara noticed to and gently took my arm so he could look at it.
There was a handprint on my right arm, but more than that is was a burn and it was inhuman- it was kinda like what happened in the Ring. Except I don't remember watching any video or getting a warning about dieing in seven days.
There was now an awkward silence in the room, because neither of us had a clue as to how that got there. But I felt like I did know, and I felt like I had forgotten something.
"Maybe it's something to do with me," said Deidara. "You did blackout after the first kiss and now you have that… mark on your arm."
"It's probably just a coincidence," I replied, but I didn't believe that and he didn't seem to either. It seemed something didn't want us to be together- and not just because I was a year older than him.
"Maybe…" he began. "It would be better if we were just friends- I don't want you to get hurt because I'm too selfish to notice that this is hurting you."
My throat tightened- this has to be the shortest relationship I've ever been in. Known him for less than a week and we're already breaking up.
"You're not hurting me- at least not until you mentioned this," I replied. Then, with all the grace I could muster, I got up and left the room. Screw him; I could enjoy this place by myself.
Jesus- or Jashin, whichever suits you- I can't believe I'm getting so worked up about this. It's not like we'd known each other long enough to actually form bonds- I was just acting like a spoilt brat who got their favourite toy taken away. We'd been dating for less than an hour and I was already dumped- I bet that's enough to make anyone mad. I certainly don't remember any fanfictions about this kind of thing happening- though if it were one then Deidara would get back together with me. Yeah, no chance of that happening- though he did dump me because he cared… so maybe, it is possible.
Walking along the streets, I noticed how many young couples were about and felt my throat tighten. Damn, I wished there was someone else who had come along- even Hidan would be nice- just so I could spend some time with someone who wasn't likely to do this kind of thing.
I found myself wishing Itachi was here, it would be much nicer if he was- don't get me wrong, I didn't have any romantic feelings about him. It's just that I feel safer with him than with anyone else- a bit ironic isn't it?
Here's another irony- I'm thinking about Itachi when who should come along but his little brother. At least, I think that's an irony- I never was good at stuff like that.
Sasuke was with Kabuto, and they were both looking in my direction- which sent a chill down my spine. As for why- well it's kinda obvious, I do look like the person he hates most in the entirety of the universe.
Kabuto goes off god knows where, whilst Sasuke comes over to me- who was taller than me already. But he wasn't completely zombified like he was when Naruto first saw him after the Timeskip. In fact, he looked angry- and shocked, but mainly angry. This is Sasuke we are talking about.
"Who are you," he asked, looking down at me. I think there is a law somewhere saying shinobi have to be a certain height- everyone is taller than me!
"I'm Arashi," I replied, thinking of the first name that popped into me head- I hope it's actually a name. "And you are?"
"That is none of your business- but perhaps you could explain why you look like someone I know." The venom in his voice was quite clear- and I found myself backing away slightly.
"Maybe I just have one of those faces- I get that a lot," I replied nonchalantly, hoping my terrible lying skills wouldn't find their way into this 'conversation'.
"I don't believe you," he replied coldly.
Damn.
"In fact," he continued. "You're going to come with me- then we can find out who you really are."
Double damn.
