It's the day of the fashion show and my stomach is in these happy loopy knots. Sasori escorted me as much as he could to the back stage, and we certainly didn't lack with kisses when we had to depart. It seems he's stuck with the idea we're dating, thank goodness. That title Boyfriend kept growing on me. Maybe it's because I keep reading it in my magazines that I'm becoming used to it. I gotta admit though, It's much nicer than calling Sasori my "Paparazzi Slave".
However It bothers me that Sasori looks so uneasy right now. It's my come back to fame! To a better life! And that dork gets to be in it! So I'm at a loss of why he would be so paranoid. I mean, I tried asking him, but all he could say was that something didn't feel right.
"No no Deidara," he whispered to me between kisses that prevented me from arguing with him. "Just do your best, keep your head up, and make me melt in my shoes."
"Yeah yeah, Danna. But don't be too frazzled during the show! I'll be watching you and when you're worried, I'm worried, yeah!"
He gave me a big last kiss and squeezed my hand before walking back to the main room so I could go back to the dressing room.
I really wish Sasori didn't have to go back out into the audience...
Because boy was he right to be uneasy...
"Hello Day!"
Ugh, I know that voice anywhere sadly. I didn't even get to make it to the dressing room! I turn to see Itachi and I feel awfully uncomfortable right now, and the aura Itachi is giving off isn't helping. He's not dressed like he should be if he were in the show. He's dressed in a simple black blazer and dress pants, and I'm sure he's here just to watch and be part of the crowd. How he got back stage and Sasori couldn't is beyond me. Itachi wasn't even invited and he's certainly not a VIP! Even if he was, his VIP would stand for: very important poser!
Gosh I'm funny.
"Hello Itachi, sorry that those photos were leaked, but that wasn't me, yeah. I sure wish it was though, that'd be a good burn on you."
I've been lying all my life. I'd have to say I'm quite a professional at it. However - professional or not -Itachi's face says he doesn't believe me.
However he instead sends me a rather ominous look and grits his teeth, he clearly wants to hit me. That would be a terrible idea since I would hit back, we'd get in a fight and die. Well... not DIE, but we'd sure be in a lot of trouble. A felony charge of assaulting a celebrity doesn't sound very good, but where both our reputations stand at the moment, the proper authority might agree when I tell them Itachi hit me first. No favoritism hopefully. Unless its favoritism for me.
"Ah yes, I see. Anyway Day, I'm not in this show," Well no shit genius. "but I do look forward to watching your little 'comeback'." He says with a sickly sweet smile before taking his leave and...ah hell I don't trust him! I better send Sasori a text that Itachi came back here...
*** Itachi is mad about the pictures. he came back stage to see me
*** Are u ok?
*** im fine but I don't trust him
*** right. i'll keep an eye on him. good luck!
*** thx. :heart: u danna
*** :heart: :heart:
"Alright models! Get ready to go! four minutes left! Four minutes left! Line up!"
I put my phone away in my bag and took a deep breath and run to my place in the line up of models. Ten girls and fifteen guys. It's a pretty big show, perfect for my coming back into the fashion scene. The clothing is pleasing on the eyes too, black is great. I've been in multiple shows where all you could do was sit there and question what was actually calle n.
Music blares over the runway and Sai makes his appearances and briefly talks about his work before more music plays and quick light show and video.
The director gives the first girl the go and she struts out of the back room and out onto the runway. I can't see her walk, but she's lovely and her outfit is on key - so she'll do great without a doubt. Work it girl!
One after another we start heading out, but before I get to take my leave someone approaches me from behind and puts their hand on my shoulder, "Day, you will do a wonderful job." It's Sai the designer. "You go show them a rocking performance!"
I smile and take a breath, it's almost my turn...
And now!
I step out and strut my stuff. I keep a straight face and my arms at my side, my walk is dead on and I know it. I'm a professional at walking in high shoes, so these flat forms are a cake walk. Walk walk fashion baby!
Once at the end I strike a pose and look at the crowd of paparazzi snapping my picture. Here the only thing on my mind now is that Sasori isn't in the photographer section, but in the guest section just sitting there. I find it humorous since it's probably killing him to not be able to take personal photos for his collection - like the little nerd he is.
Once I'm halfway back down the runway I see him sitting with Konan, his eyes are glued on me, but he doesn't look at ease that's for sure. Why does it have to be when he's uneasy I'm uneasy? It's not fair since I can't show it while at work. Dammit I told him not to worry me!
After I make back behind the runway I'm quickly ushered to a changing station to put on my next outfit. I myself am going to be walking four times, only three more times to go...
Each time I walk back I glance at Sasori, the second time I see him looking elsewhere cautiously, perhaps he's spotted Itachi? The third time he looks even more anxious, almost as if he's ready to jump up. Here I also take a chance and take a glance to the other side, where I see Itachi sitting there way too smug for his own good.
I'm rocking it out here. I bring him to shame! I'm a ten, he's a zero!
"Sally, George, Day! Last walk!"
The female model stomps down the catwalk, she's the one who walked first, and is still going strong. The next male model - George was it? He's going down now, and it appears I'm the finale.
The director looks at me and I nod at him. This is my last chance for redemption. I can't be shown up by these fresh meats! I can't let Itachi ruin my career! I am the top androgynous model!
I strut like I've never strut before, and I can hear the oohs and ahhs while doing it. I look fabulous in what I'm wearing, I'm walking like a Queen! Err... King. And since it's the last walk of the show, the audience is loud with their admiring of me, I'm on fire!
Once I make it to the end a very I stop and step back as cloaked man approaches the runway getting very close. Unfortunately It's either a hater of probably a craze fan of Itachi. Oh who am I kidding, I know who this creep is, it's his goon - Zetsu. Here I could get tackled, but he's carrying a pail with him, and anything could be in there, blood, vomit, feces, ink... and that's what concerns not only me.
Security guards jump up in an attempt to help me, but before they or the man has a chance to throw whatever the bucket held on me, Sasori is in front of me blocking most of the substance from getting on me. However it all happens so fast and the pain is all too real. It feels as if my flesh is burning so much that it's melting. What did this sick freak throw, fire?
Both Sasori and I are quickly on the ground screaming in agony. People rush to tackle the man, and others tackle Sasori and I, ripping off our clothes as fast as possible all the while being very gentle and cautious so that they don't get the burning liquid on themselves.
This pain is indescribable and the stench is overwhelming. It's like charcoal, metal and some sort of noxious gas. We're both carried back stage carefully and so fast -or at least what feels fast - and we're thrown into showers that the models can use.
The water feels incredible in comparison, but I can still feel the intense burning. All I feel is burn burn burn, and unfortunately Sasori probably feels the same. What the hell was thrown on us?
I finally open my eyes and look down at my arm to see what I felt - melted flesh.
I shake as I can see my once soft peachy skin is now raw half dissolved purple and red flesh. To make it worse I can still see it bubbling, or at least left over bubbled up flesh that has yet to burst. I can see a chunk of bone and that the flesh is falling off of and I can only choke in horror and turn my head to puke.
"Breathe, Day. Breathe. Medics are on their way. Breathe." People I've never seen before start telling me while continuing to hose me down with freezing water. They're trying their best to remain calm, but are not doing a very good job.
How the hell am I going to breathe? A chunk of my right arm has melted off! A chunk of my left hand is melted off! Sasori he -
"Where is Sasori?! Is he ok?" I scream hoarsely, Seriously about to hyperventilate.
If that liquid got on me and melted my flesh, Sasori was in the way and got hit with it more and and and -
"Breathe Day! He's uh - alright! Worse than you but he's alive! Just breathe!"
The pain comes back in a wave and I let out a howl. I can now hear Sasori screaming too, and it sounds so much worse. So many questions start spinning in my head like, Where did he get hit? The chest - Is it melting through to his lungs? His face - will it be gone the next time I see him? On his legs - will he ever walk again? What if he really dies from this and it's all my fault!
I'm snapped from my thoughts when I see Konan shoving useless people out her way, coming to me in tears and begging me to breathe - the ring of Sasori's strained screams in the background of course also catch my attention and block out anything else she managed to choke out.
"Konan - is Sasori ok?" I ask shakily, it would appear she's not the only one crying as I have now calmed enough to see that my own eyes have filled with tears.
She gives me a look that I don't want to see, "The acid got on his chest and most of his left arm and some on his right."
Chest melts to the lungs down to the heart... He's going to die. He's going to die. He's going to die.
"His chest looks bad, but I didn't see anything that shouldn't be poking out. His left arm though is pretty much gone."
It appears my breathing got worse since everyone around me started coaxing me into breathing properly again by deep breathing themselves. How can I focus on breathing when my boyfriend is melting from an ACID attack that was aimed at me, is in another room screaming his head off, and may or may not die? I could also go on about my pain and suffering, but the fuck with that, it doesn't matter as much as Sasori right now.
People happily run into the room shouting things about 'the people' being here. I can only hope these 'people' are here to save Sasori's life. By the time I can look again in the direction of the door, my head is spinning so much, but it's a fairly nice one. The last thing I can see is a group of medics in white hazard suits with special kits rushing towards the shower, here to I hope, save the day.
One of them approaches me and puts some sort of breathing mask on me. "Calm yourself, Sir." Again with the calm...Am I really not breathing? I sure feel like I am, and I...I feel sleepy... Why are they here with me they...should... Sasori.
cheesepie reminded me to update this oops. uhm yea just to say, I love itachi and zetsu, I really really do. I love all naruto characters. Also I'm sure some of you readers have seen the tragic results of acid attacks. I had to do some research on them so hopefully what i wrote was standard meeting. Only a few chapters left. I have decided to let you losers have a say if you want a lemon at the end for not, so leave a review. See you next time in the hospital!
