Yeeeahhh... Soooo... New chapter guys... Yeah... You should read it.


MAD LOVE

"Hidan?" Deidara repeated his superiors words. "You... want me to treat Hidan un?"

Madara nodded, elaborating on his previous statement. "My nephew told me he thought you were capable of treating a more extreme patient. He is of course no expert, but he can be a good judge of character. So I thought I would give you a chance."

Deidara swallowed and refused to his voice or face betray his emotions. "...With Hidan un," he stated blankly.

Madara nodded again. "Hidan is extreme, but he is not... the toughest case. I have been seeing him personally, but I believe you will be able to reat him. Who knows, you may even be... good for him."

Deidara nodded but couldn't stop himself from asking "Are you that this sudden change... won't upset Hidan un? I mean, often types like him dislike drastic change and-"

"No," interrupted Madara. The doctor was smirking a little, which made Deidara incredibly uncomfortable. "On the contrary, he seemed quite enthusiastic about the change of pace."

Deidara wasn't sure why, but suddenly the smirk on Madara's face made him so uncomfortable, for a moment he was scared to breathe.


"Akasuna!"

Sasori looked up in the direction of the voice as two orderlies led him into the recreation source of it came from was a straitjacketed silver haired man sitting in a chair, with a blue haired lady sitting on the armrest. Hidan and Konan.

Sasori walked over to the pair and politely sat on the coffee table in front of the two.

"Hidan," he greeted calmly. "Konan."

Konan nodded politely. Hidan grinned broadly, and Sasori could immediately tell he was not all there. "Heeey, Akasuna! Fancy meeting you here!"

Sasori smirked a little. "Indeed. You're normally not allowed socializing time."

Hidan rolled his head absently in response, so Konan took this opportunity to speak instead. "They made a deal that he could have socializing time as long as he was in a jacket and sedated." The woman calmly patted the man's head. "So he's a bit out of it."

Sasori looked at the obviously stoned man. He honestly was not fond of Hidan. He found the man obnoxious. Konan was not as bad, a little obsessive about origami and flowers though. He was aware that she had killed multiple times (not as artistically as him he was sure), but she didn't seem too aggressive normally. In fact she seemed to be annoyingly motherly at times. At that very moment she was petting Hidan's silver hair like he was a kitten. A homicidal, OCD, drugged out, straitjacketed kitten.

Either way, he would have to tolerate them, and everyone else in the asylum as long as he chose to stay in Akatsuki.

"Um..." mumbled Hidan. "Heeeey, Akasuna... You... You talk to... the new doctor..." Hidan squinted his eyes like he was trying to actually think, but the drugs were preventing him. "Um, the... the blond one..."

Sasori bristled slightly but didn't respond more then a curt head nod.

"Yeah, he... he's um... blond... He's... FUCK!" The albino scrunched his eyes shut.

"Deidara Iwa," provided Konan.

"Yeeeaaah, Deidara Iwa... He, um, Madara said... Konan... You tell him Konan, I, fuck I CAN'T THINK WITH THESE FUCKING DRUGS IN ME!" He shouted the last part, drawing some cautious glances from the orderlies observing them. Then he scrunched his eyes shut and began mumbling. "Jashin Jashin Jashin..."

Konan frowned. "Madara will not be treating Hidan for a bit. Instead the good doctor has chosen for Doctor Deidara Iwa to take his place." She announced formally.

Sasori bristled. "What?"

Konan frowned more. "Do not make a scene Akasuna. You know what this is. Why Madara is doing this."

Sasori did not respond. But he knew. Oh, did he know...

Doctor Madara...


Hidan breathed deeply, closing his eyes thoughtfully as he did so. Then he opened them again. "You smell like popcorn."

Deidara blinked. Well it looked like his first session with Hidan was going great already. "I ate a bag for lunch un." He said flatly, glancing uninterestedly at the albino man sitting across the table from him.

The pale man made a noise in the back of his throat, a somewhat frustrated sounding groan, almost a cough. "Fuckingfuckingfucking..." he hissed, looking down at the table. Then he glanced back up at the blond doctor. "I didn't eat my lunch." He explained.

Deidara sighed, figuring he might as well start there. Madara had instructed him to try to not force Hidan to talk. "Why not un?" He asked.

Hidan just shrugged. Not looking at Deidara, in favor focusing his attention on tapping his fingers on the desk, seven times each finger observed Deidara. Then he looked back up. "You didn't want to be my Doctor," he announced.

The blond doctor jumped a little in surprise. "What makes you say-"

"There's no one fucking in here Blondie, you don't have to act. You wanted to treat Akasuna."

Deidara paused a bit, then answered carefully. Just because they had left them with a certain amount of privacy for the therapy session didn't mean he still shouldn't be careful with what he said. "This is... admittedly not ideal, but-"

"No shit! If this were ideal I wouldn't even be in this hellhole right now. Look, Blondie, the only reason I agreed to this is because I didn't want him treating me anymore. I don't intend to cooperate alright? I'm not fucking crazy." The albino smirked and threw his legs up on the table, rocking his chair back on the two back legs, closing his eyes. "Now if you would be so kind, I feel like a nap."

Deidara had been bottling up everything for the past few days, but this was the last straw. "Okay look here you pretentious asshole!" he snapped very loudly, shooting up from his chair, slamming his hands on the table. "I did not come this far to be stopped by an albino with an attitude problem! I will treat Akasuna. And I need to prove myself to Madara to do so, and if that means making progress with you I will do so, one way or another! So either you are going to cooperate, or I will have the orderlies shove so many drugs down your throat I'll be able to dance you around like a goddamn puppet if I want to! Do you understand?"

Honestly his outburst surprised himself, but he did not back down, standing there, hands on the table, breathing hard.

Hidan, who had dropped his legs back to the floor, stared blankly at the blond for a moment. Then he smirked. "Well, I guess I'll have to cooperate then, won't I Iwa?"


That night Deidara looked at himself for a long time in the mirror. He inspected his mouth, his nose, his cheeks, he even pulled back the blond fringe of hair that he normally refused to move, so that he could look at both his eyes, compare them. He stared into his own eyes for a long time.

He had acted so unprofessionally today. He had yelled at and threatened his patient. Surely Hidan could have reported him to Madara if he wanted to.

But... He honestly couldn't say he felt bad about it. It had worked hadn't it? Hidan was cooperating. Maybe that was how you had to deal with types like Hidan. Did it really matter? What mattered was working with Sasori. Sasori, Sasori would be his winning ticket.

The man who cured the Scorpion Killer.

Deidara smirked at his reflection, then slowly let it fade as he stared into his own eyes. Then he let the blond fringe fall back in front of his face.

TO BE CONTINUED


Hey, what's up. So... usual story... I would have had this up earlier, but I had to write a case for debate.

But yeah, some Deidara characterization in this. I'm moving this story along! Plus the usual foreshadowing. Also, you may notice that Hidan's character is a little spastic in this chapter, which is intentional.

(Yay foreshadowing.)

HEY SO, I'm probably going to go ahead and write some anyway, but would anyone be interested in reading Batman fanfiction? As I mentioned in the previous chapter, it will not make me lose interest or stop writing this fanfiction at all.

Anyway, please review, do not flame, constructive criticism would be great though.