Chapter 10

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Deidara stared at his hand. 'I really hit my head against the wall that hard?'

A trickle of blood dripped into his eye, answering his question.

Slowly moving to a sitting position, his head swam. The room spun, and Deidara had to close his eyes against it. Faint singing drifted through his mind. Haruhi's clamor came from a distance.

Wait, singing?

His eyes popped open, and red filled his vision.

Red?

'Why is there a singing puppet in front of me?'

Struggling to keep his eyes open, Deidara almost missed the sound of Haruhi's voice.

"Don't worry; help will soon be on the way!"

Help?

Years of ninja training, along with years of paranoia, forced him to think about the situation despite his predicament. He closed his tired eyes and calmly assessed the situation. My head needs immediate treatment, I am in my apartment, I am in a dress, Haruhi has gone to get help-

He stopped. Help? A sense of dread seemed to emanate from the word.

Why does that not sound like such a good thing right now?

Deidara thought quickly. If he could figure out why 'help' was an unwelcome thing before Haruhi came back, he could escape without (much) suspicion. What, exactly, is help? Well, help is a domestic servant or farm laborer. But Haruhi wouldn't bring me a servant or farm hand. What else does 'help' imply? Help means to serve food to at a table. No, that couldn't be it; I smashed the table with my head a few hours earlier. The aforementioned table let itself be known in the form of splinters in his head. He grit his teeth and tried to concentrate on 'help.' Help is- Wait! Splinters in my head... Haruhi is getting help to get the splinters out of my head!

Deidara grinned at himself, proud at having finally solved the problem.

But wait, something went through him. Help was bad. They thought he wasn't capable of getting a few splinters out of his head. He had to escape, before Haruhi came with help. His head swiveled around, searching for a way out. The window! He feebly crawled over, leaving bloody imprints of his hands on the carpet. He crawled to the half-open window. He lept out the window, and landed on his feet. He ran aimlessly, swerving around in the direction of where he knew he could tend to his head in warmth.

Hello. Yes, hello. I decided to post this chapter before it was completely finished because of how long this story has gone without an update. Besides, there was supposed to be some sort of time/place transition at the end there.

Is there anything you would like to happen in this story? Anything you wanted to happen that never happened and ended up crushing your heart because it was not there? (in this story, of course) Tell me. Tell me what your idea is. I wish to incorporate in into the story. Even if it's Sakura yelling at Itachi to pick up computer hardware pieces off the ground. The only rule is that there has to be no mature content in it, and restrict the cursing to a minimum. I do like to keep my stories clean. (ignores the readers calling her a hypocrite for having excessive blood in chapter 9)