Oh, god! It's been a while since I updated. Crap. Sorry. Been preoccupied. I honestly missed writing about Naruto. Haven't written any of those for a while now. It's all because of Twilight! I got addicted to it and... badda bing, badda boom. Enjoy this chapter. And don't ask about the title.
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Disclaimer: I do not own... gosh! Yes, I secretly own Naruto! Happy?! -cough- Deidara's mine. -cough- ...I wish. Yes, I do.
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Slick as Ice
Deidara woke up with nothing much as a yawn as he rested his head on Sasori's chest. He had no idea what he was using as a pillow, he was just grateful that someone managed to put some fabric on him and warm him up for the night. Looking up now, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Danna?" Deidara said, stretching his arms. Sasori looked at him with a lidded gaze and shrugged his shoulders.
"I guess I won't have to put a mock burial for you, brat." Sasori said, smirking slightly. Deidara huffed and pushed himself away from Sasori. He crossed his arms and then tilted his head. "What happened last night, yeah?" He didn't like knowing the details, he was just relieved that Sasori hadn't killed him and or taken advantage when he slept. Sasori could've rolled his eyes, but being the better man that he is, didn't.
"You fell asleep." Sasori said in a deadpan. Deidara nodded, arms still crossed and closed his eyes.
"Thanks for lending me your coat, yeah." Deidara murmured. Sasori brought his gaze down and then looked back up at Deidara, boredom written on his face.
"Did you enjoy your sleep," It was a mock question, and Deidara knew better not to answer it, but he still did. He groaned and then threw himself back on the ground where he landed with a low thud. He groaned again. It hurt his back; he preferred using Sasori as a pillow. The thought itself made him stay on the ground; Sasori didn't need to see that annoying coloring of his cheeks change.
Deidara didn't even know what he was feeling; instead, he just huffed once more and crossed his arms under his head, using them as a pillow.
"You know what, danna, yeah?" Deidara ground his teeth together, he shut his eyes tight, ignoring Sasori's bored expression. Hearing a low 'hn' from Sasori, Deidara prodded on to continue. "I hate you with a passion, yeah." He could feel Sasori's smirk even with his eyes closed. Sasori was getting on Deidara's nerves already. The blond merely curled up into a ball, ignoring the jibe he felt when a rock poked him somewhere in the rib. It didn't hurt him, it just irritated him.
Deidara didn't know just how sleepy he was, because when he woke up, the sky was less sunny and was darker. It was probably sunset—so Deidara had assumed—he rolled over. He realized he was still in his curled up position and frowned at that. But what he soon noticed was that the same coat was around him, used up as a blanket.
It was there and then that Deidara started hating Kumo. The place was too cold for him. He was an Iwa-nin, for crying out loud. Iwa-nins grew up in a harsh environment, in the middle of a rocky nothingness. He straightened up into a position after some time lying on the ground, he couldn't feel his annoying and arrogant partner anywhere. What are the chances he got mounted by a bear? Deidara thought with a snort as a snicker passed his mouth. He held it in, and just sat there, still and unmoving for a while. Staring at the fire cackle in front of him. The cave wasn't too dark, the light from the sun—it was a bright orange, now—casting some light on their little make shift.
Unconsciously, he stuck his hands out, making sure they weren't too close from the fire, and then bowed his head. He missed the feeling of the warm sun and wanted the cold ice gone already.
"For a shinobi, you sure do sleep a lot." Deidara flinched at the voice. It wasn't someone he knew, though it sounded a bit familiar—but that did no wonders to Deidara—he instinctively turned around, looking at the intruder that just barged into his cave.
"Who are you, yeah?" Deidara glared. What he saw standing in front of him was a younger version of Itachi. Why this past-travelling, little Itachi was talking to him, Deidara had no clue. "Itachi-san, yeah?" He was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming when he saw this weird boy in front of him, smirking because he'd fallen asleep.
There was a growl that erupted quietly from the boy and he threw the blonde an onyx eyed glare. "I am not Itachi." He seethed, the words coming through his teeth. Deidara just shrugged his shoulders and extended his hands back into the fire where they would be warm and would least be likely to fall off.
"Uh, so yeah, mini-Itachi, right?" Deidara murmured. The boy had placed a hand on the frame of the cave, leaning casually.
"I'm not here for casualties. You are Akatsuki. And I'm looking for Uchiha Itachi."
"Itachi-san's not with us, yeah. Who are you?" He got a smirk and the raven haired boy merely turned his back. Deidara was honestly not getting anywhere with everything that just happened. Another unconscious move; he pulled the coat tighter around him. It was till piercingly freezing cold. And he was never, repeat, never a snow-loving person.
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"Danna, yeah?" Deidara said, teeth chattering as he climbed—though with a lot of effort exerted—onto the cliff-side Sasori was casually sitting on. Hand propped on his knees whilst his chin rested on said hand. Deidara couldn't believe the redhead wasn't getting stung with the cold.
Sasori vaguely lifted his chin up, and then continued on staring at the white fields in front of him. Deidara was too blind and too cold at the moment to notice the gruesome, mostly one-sided battle, in front of him. He was still shaking when he made his way towards Sasori, standing just behind him. He instantly dropped to the ground with a plop, rubbing his hands on his arms to keep himself from the cold.
He squinted his eyes, trying to register what was going on in front of him. He saw Hidan—a faint white in the distance (It was probably just his eyes because of the cold)—and Kakuzu who was practically a giant and whose jutsu were so hard to miss. Deidara had never seen Kakuzu use any kind of jutsu, except for the large fire ball he threw at Hidan a few days past.
He didn't close his eyes, afraid he might fall asleep outside and freeze to death. And that his partner wouldn't have a prayer for his mock burial. Sometimes, Deidara just kept asking himself if Sasori was even human. Kakuzu didn't seem human, as well. Firing different kinds of jutsus all over the place.
It was one way to be using one element, and two, of course, but a wholly different thing when one single ninja uses all the four elements. In an alternate or probably random sweep as the fight goes by. He blinked, trying to register more of the fight. Hidan wasn't white anymore; he was looking more of a black skeleton by the second and was standing inside a weird circle which was drawn with red ink—blood, Deidara realized, seeing the low slice near his leg. He winced at that, Hidan didn't seem affected by said sliced up the leg.
Sasori also didn't seem affected at the very least. Instead, he looked at the blood bath in front of him. Are these people even HUMAN? Deidara thought sourly, making a face as he leaned forward, one hand clutching the borrowed coat tighter, as if preventing the snow from coming contact with his skin. He hated to admit it, but with the cloak, it wasn't that bad. But Sasori had nothing to wear, the blond couldn't care less and just huffed. His free hand was crossed tight against his chest, looking at the wry battle in front of him.
After a few minutes of silence, Sasori stood up. Deidara barely heard the shuffling of shoes and then he heard an ear piercing scream, and that was about it. He didn't really care about the ninja fighting against the two destructive pair. And it didn't surprise him that much that the two had taken down 5 shinobi. Deidara had had his eyes half-closed the whole time he was watching, not paying much attention because of the cold. The cold was brining him down more than usual. He stifled a yawn and then dug into his pocket, he took out a pill and popped it into his mouth. He instantly felt a jolt of energy in his body and he, too, jumped up.
Sasori eyed him, scrutinizing him for a while before his lidded gaze rested on the two Akatsuki who were now launching themselves towards the cliff. And with a long bound and leap, landing not-so-lightly on the ground just a few feet away from the artistic duo. Deidara looked at them, his blue eyes following their movement and then looked at Sasori who had his arms crossed.
Slung over Kakuzu's shoulder was a limp and pale looking kunoichi who seemed dead. "The Nibi." Kakuzu informed Deidara, shrugging his shoulders. Hidan slung his scythe on his back. If Deidara wasn't an experienced ninja, he more or less gagged at the sight of Hidan. The pale-haired ninja was in scars. His stomach prying open, and his whole--upper, anyway—body filled with scars. Hidan smirked at this.
Newbie doesn't know yet, does he? He thought to himself smugly, he met Sasori's bored, brown-eyed stare and then looked up at his own partner's green ones. He wasn't smirking now, instead, he grinned. Deidara flinched back, and he suddenly thought that Hidan wasn't grinning; he was most likely bearing his teeth—fangs, yeah, Deidara thought—at him. Deidara did his best to glare at Hidan.
He missed the whole fight, not paying any attention. And he was still dumb founded because Sasori wasn't obviously cold; Kakuzu wasn't fazed at all. And Hidan wasn't even bothered with all the scars and cuts he's got. He shrugged off the cloak which was originally from Sasori, and then handed it to him. The redhead stared at it for a minute and then grabbed it.
Half a second later, the cloak was thrown at Deidara. "You're going to freeze. Use it before I decide to take you up on the mock burial," Sasori's eyes flickered at that, but still stayed lidded. Deidara could just swear to himself that Sasori was no older than what, 14? 15? But as he is a shinobi, he's learned that appearances are deceiving and that there was more to Sasori than meets the eye.
For Sasori, though, he was more or less volunteering to lend Deidara the cloak. He was relieved of the fact that he decided to wear long sleeves. If it weren't that, then he just didn't know what to do anymore. The brat wasn't ready, that's what he thought. Also, because he and the whole organization—Save Deidara—had agreed to let the newbie discover just exactly what kind of human beings there were.
"Well, what? We're just going to stand here all night?" Kakuzu demanded, looking over his shoulder at the two artists. Sasori nodded, and then strode forward, walking in front of Kakuzu. Hidan fell back, shoulders hunched. He turned back now, meeting Deidara's wry stare and then grinned. His fuchsia eyes flashing.
"Hey, she-male. What's your damn problem? Do you want to freeze to death?" Hidan found that funny and broke into a roar of laughter. He received a sharp kunai just beneath his shoulders. He growled, "Fuck! That was not cool, Kakuzu!" He pulled on the kunai and then threw it at Kakuzu who neatly caught it with two of his fingers—and he wasn't even facing Hidan. Deidara blinked at that, Hidan was just stabbed by a kunai and he didn't even seem affect. He was bleeding of course, but a normal shinobi—human, yes—would probably try to stop the pain or something. Hidan just kept it like that, ignoring it as it began to feel numb.
"Get a move on, Blondie." Hidan called over his shoulder, his voice less teasing and more irritated now that Kakuzu had decided to throw a damn kunai at his shoulder. And he just sacrificed three 'pansy's' of a shinobi.
With a groan, Deidara followed. He wrapped Sasori's—shorter, per se—cloak around him once more and then followed, walking beside Hidan but making sure to keep a good odd-feet away from him.
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Next Chapter:
Mission's done. And Deidara is left with a free few days with the other free Akatsuki who weren't on any missions. Deidara's curiosity gets the better of him and he might just discover what kind of human the other members of Akatsuki were. Or, if they were even human to being with.
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Okay. Honestly, this chapter was... weird to write. It's mostly in Deidara's POV. Next chapter, I'll try to work everything out. Including all the others.
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