Okay, so this is the half of the part I've been doing for the last few weeks. It too long from the word account so I split it in two. Comments still very much cherished! and if I'm not receiving them at all, then I won't update...
Deidara slowly opened his eyes trying to figure out where he was. He was outside and it was pretty dark. Chilly too, but he paid no further attention to that. His right leg hurt like hell. Pain was a good thing. Pain showed you could still feel. He wasn't paralyzed or dead, even though he never had the time to expect the latter. Deidara pulled himself up to study his leg closer. However, right after he had done this he felt another source of pain this time on the back of his head. He immediately shot his hand up to touch it. He quickly came aware of the fact that sand or something alike had soiled the small wound, which made it hurt even more. There was nothing to do to it now, so he decided to see the condition of his leg. Deidara lifted the other hem of his trousers. He followed the trail of blood along his shank.
How did he get into this mess? He carefully looked around him. Not far away from him there was a big white lump between trees. He recognized it all too well. Not again. Again he had managed to crash down with another clay bird. But he hadn't been alone. As soon as he realized this he got himself up on one leg and started limping towards it. He was half relieved and half terrified when he discovered, first the crimson hair, and then the rest of the puppet master who had landed on the bird and now partly under it. The bird had started to scatter coloring the redhead hazily white. He kneeled beside Sasori. Deidara noticed that Sasori's body was twisted in an odd way. He however let this pass by and started to arrange the others body parts in a proper position. Deidara winced as he heard a voice he did not recognize yell his comrades.
"They're here, I found them!"
Deidara wanted to go and knock the guy over but decided the more convenient option. He lifted Sasori on his shoulders and started to limp away from the voice. He probed the bag that was still hanging around his waist. There was still clay left, surprisingly much. There was also much more running to do.
"Now this is how you save clay", he told to him still unconscious Sasori "Detonate".
Deidara heard a loud boom behind him but didn't turn around to view his work. He had his eyes placed on the ruins ahead.
"Just a little bit further…" he whispered between breaths.
He pushed himself through the trees pulling Sasori right after him. Deidara was scratched more than once by the branches, but it was nothing compared to the pain on his leg and occiput. When he had reached his ruins he realized it was more like a pit where the ground had collapsed. The blond still continued his journey into it. He stumbled down the slope trying to get somewhere safe. He still heard voices from behind which made him try to move faster. When he finally reached the bottom, Deidara settled behind the rocks so they were both unseen from as many directions as possible. He sat down panting heavily while Sasori was peacefully lying on the ground. They couldn't run forever. They had to move on soon. But since his leg was the way it was and Sasori was unconscious… He had been unconscious for a long time. He knew nothing that actually hurt him was going to happen to the redhead, no, not to his Danna. No, his Danna was practically invincible. And if something ever really happened, he'd go with him. But like that was ever going to happen. Then why was he still unconscious? Deidara crawled over him trying to shake him awake.
"Danna? Danna, wake up. We got to keep running. They're going to find us soon", the blond tried in a soothing tone.
He kept trying again and the again after that, but it did no difference in the puppet. Deidara sighed and leaned his back against a rock not far behind. He turned his head towards the sky.
"Hope you're okay", Deidara whispered.
He closed his eyes while his right hand was wandering into his bag. He absently started to mold some clay. When he got the small bird done he let it fly away and started to mold another one. He repeated this, modeling different kind of small animals and every time letting them stroll off. Not too many minutes later he, solely by an accident, dozed off.
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When Deidara woke up, he first didn't even realize he had fallen into a light slumber. All he heard was a voice that informed there was a pit somewhere near the voice's owner. Deidara silently cursed to himself after he discovered it wasn't going take long until they found them, they could be outside already. He tried to rush over to the puppet master, but, still a bit drowsy as he was not to mention the pain on his leg, collapsed to the ground. He bypassed the now even growing pain and crawled the rest of the way. Deidara started to shake Sasori by the shoulders once again. And once again receiving no answer. He almost jumped when he heard a voice way too familiar for his own good. Deidara was sure that he hadn't been there before, at the point where they distracted them.
"Deidara come out of there. Now. This is an order. From the leader himself", Kakuzu demanded, clearly, even he was outside the pit.
Deidara was actually confused by this. Why didn't they come there and take him back by force? It's not like he couldn't. Especially since Kakuzu obviously had reinforcements there. Right after he had thought about this he noticed why. The pit was full of little clay animals some flying in the air, others hanging on the rocks or standing on the ground. Full definitely wasn't exaggerating. Even for Deidara who had lived with clay sculptures for almost his entire life was overwhelmed. He let out a laugh. To him it looked simply awesome. Had he done this when he was sleeping? How did he manage to do that? Deidara kept smirking, but at the same time he realized they were pretty near the edge of the pit and so were an easier target to get.
"We know you're there. We can sense you".
Deidara lifted Sasori once again on his shoulders and started stumbling towards the middle. He softly hummed to himself, just for the sake of doing something else than thinking about the pain. To an outsider he must have seemed crazy. To an outsider he had seemed crazy for a long time now, but what did they know anyway. He was safe amid the animals, but he was going to run out of food eventually. And the ones outside were patiently waiting for that. If they were going to wait that long. They could find some idiotic hole in his awesome protection, or hey, why not let him blow everything up, would save some trouble.
"You're the only Akatsuki?"
"There's also…"
"Why the hell are you doing this? This makes no sense!"
Deidara turned to look at the direction the voice came from. He managed to see Hidan's form through the clay sculptures and he was apparently waving his scythe randomly around the air. Deidara smirked as Kakuzu hold Hidan's wrist before he cut someone's head off.
