A/N: I'm sorry about the earlier chapter, even though it's not Halloween anymore I still wanted to continue that cliff hanger. I had wrote three different versions but I decided I liked this one best.
Hayami was now leaning against worn balcony railings that overlooked the room from the stairway landing. On her right side was the brunette named Ahlith, while Deidara was on her left hand side. The atmosphere in the room dimly lit by candle light on crystal chandeliers, crowded with all sort of magical monsters and beings dressed in formal to non formal clothing dancing to the low melodious tune to the song playing. Hayami scanned the room searching for something or someone but stopped as a hand was placed on her arm.
"Your know you won't find him down there." Ahlith face wrinkled a bit as Hayami kept staring down, almost falling off the railing. "Even though today the living dead return back to life, he's still not coming back. You know as well as I do that it's true."
"Yes, I know that Ahlith but I thought I saw him a minute ago down there." Her finger pointed to an empty space below near the side lines where a red draped entrance stood, but there was nothing there except the shadowed darkness underneath.
"You saw nothing it's just all in you mind. I can't believe after all those years and you still can't go of him. How many years has it been six or four years since he died?"
"Hmm…who are you talking about?" The clay sculptor put both arms around Hayami's waist as she further leaned half her body over the side; it was a long way up. "My master Makoa." Hayami struggled out of the blonde's tight grip but both his palm mouths bit down around to suppress her excitement. "Ow that hurts Dei-danna."
"Long time no see huh Hayami-chan?" A lady in her early thirties came from behind, her light blue hair in long curled locks, while she wore a black close fitting dress at the top tied up with lace that outlined her well rounded chest, while the bottom had loose layers of white ruffled fabric that hid her feet. "oh hi Ayako…ha…ha…didn't think you'd be here." The silver haired girl struggled for words, she felt uncomfortable around Makoa's fiancée. She sank a bit in Deidara grip sliding lower against his chest. Right now she wanted to hide inside Deidara's cloak; Ayako was a nice lady but there were times that she couldn't stand looking at her it reminded the guilt that flooded into mind, the fault for Makoa's death. "It's been a long time since I saw you. How old are you? Almost eighteen right?" Hayami nodded slowly back as a response while Ahlith just gave a friendly smile in recognition of the older lady.
"And who do we have here?" Ayako examined Deidara up and down taking in the image of the handsome young man with butter blond hair tied up in a half tail, his face a bit girlish, with long light brown lashes, who was clutching Hayami closely. Your getting to that age where your going to be ready to marry huh Hayami? Thought about anyone in particular?" The blue haired lady winked mischievously at Hayami out of the corner of her eye. Hayami blushed, "Anyways nice catch" Ayako turned away but muttered a few words before leaving. Hayami's clothes changed into a more formal kimono, maybe even a bride's kimono. It was a dark red with white five petal blossoms, long sleeves that was two feet from trailing on the floor, a wide gold colored sash tied into a big bow. In addition Ayako had made Hayami's hair a bit curled at the tips. "Ayako!" The young girl shouted at the elder lady's back. This was utterly terrible in Hayami's mind, even though she wore some girlish clothes once in a while this was two much, a whole bridal outfit.
"That Ayako grrr" The blonde just stared bugged eye O.O looking at her like a sacred jewel. "Stop staring at me Danna, your scaring me" Deidara's head moved up and down, while his hair swayed a bit from the movement, but his eyes stopped right before her medium sized chest that protruded in round lumps against the kimono fabric. A bit of drool was evident, threatening to drip out of his gaping mouth. In the least words her Danna was in a perverted state of mind and had this hint of lust, or thought like a hungry wolf. He wanted to squeeze, mush, and touch those soft lumps on her chest right now but Ahlith was apparently standing there. Not that he had ever groped Hayami before but it was usually when he slept with her that his hands would brush against them. "Danna's scaring me" Hayami thought she had an urge to slap her master across the face for staring at her like a perv.
"I don't know why your angry Haymi, but it looks nice." Ahlith began to look at different angles to see Ayako's newest clothe design.
"That's not the point. Anyways, Ahlith I need you to come over to my new home and do that ritual."
"Already that time huh? Ok, then tonight." Hayami glanced back at Deidara still noting his perverted stare, "common Danna" tugging his hand a bit to get him to move. Ahlith spoke a few words that opened a black hole and all three entered the portal, ending up in the akatsuki living room, noticing about three other people seated on the black vinyl couch. All three were dressed in the Akatsuki attire, one's face was painted half white while the other black, with a turf of brown messy hair, along with a large Venus fly trap leaves. The one seated in the middle was a man in his late twenties at least, not to bad looking, with silver hair slicked back, a few buttons to his cloak undone at the top partly revealing the well tone chest beneath and on the way right side was a man that was wearing a cloth mask and cover that only revealed his eyes.
"So the rumors are true. Leader did actually let a girl stay with Sasori and Deidara." The silver haired man spoke as he examined the girl holding Deidara's hand. He whistled as he noticed the large amount of cleavage that was barely covered over the fabric. Hayami let go of Deidara's hand, leading Ahlith away from the living room into Sasori's bedroom.
The puppet master was asleep, a pale angelic face partly covered with white fluffy covers, while scarlet strands lay softly against the pillow. Hayami couldn't help but give a hint of a smile at the sight. The brunette looked at the young man with a bit of interest, she began to pull the sleeve of the necromancer like a little kid pulling a mother's sleeve, then whispering things like "Oh my …is he your boyfriend or something? He's so hot, if he isn't can I have him?" Sasori smirked at the thought inside but continued pretending to sleep.
"Ugh Ahlith, first you think Deidara is my husband now this? You know me better than anyone I'm not the type to tie others to myself. Anyways I thought we were going to start the ritual."
"Oh, sorry" Ahlith followed her friend into Sasori's closet where Hayami's stuff was also stored. She grabbed the large art work that day when Deidara first came over from her home, bringing it over to the extra bed with it leaning against the opposite wall. Ahlith sat on the cold rock ground carefully, than summon a large mirror that reached the room ceiling a good 2/3 of the mirror had millions of cracks over. But if you looked closely to the shards there were Hayami's whole life every single shard held a glimpse of times of the girl.
"Hmm…there not much I can do Hayami with your Shattered Memories, you know what happens if the mirror all shatters don't you?"
"Yeah I know it means I'm going to die. How long do I have a year or two before that happens?" She brought her hands up to rub her forehead, a bit tired and at the same time worried.
"At the rate of your necromancy killings about less than a year but if you quit now maybe you'll live a long life up to thirty." Ahlith just gave a weak smile there wasn't anything she could do. Repairing the cracks would lengthen her life a bit but on the on the other hand it would leave her in a state of amnesia.
"No, I can't quit now. I made a promise to Makoa and intend to keep it that way." Hayami eyes closed trying to remember her old master image but it was pointless now, all were just blurs and quick flips of him but she didn't actually know him at the same time.
"Hayami please stop, this is killing you. I don't think Makoa would want this."
"A promise is a promise, I can't break it even if it killing myself. Makoa was the only family I had so I need to give something back in return. Oh yes that reminds me I have to head out to Melas village to visit him."
"Hayami I told you, he gone not even his spirit lurks around there, no point in visiting a grave that has no spirit to speak to. No reason to try researching for ways to bring him back, that's like the impossible. Even if you found a way to seal whatever characteristics he held when he was alive it would be looking and speaking to a doll that isn't actually him.
"Fine I won't try bringing him back. But I'm still not letting go of his promise."
"So stubborn Hayami, alright but lets get this over with" Ahlith traced out the lines over the mirror, a few lines disappeared but some still stayed. When she was done with the ritual Ahlith had the mirror disappear along with herself leaving a Hayami tucked in bed wide awake.
Sasori got up after her friend left, carefully walking across towards the other bed, sitting on a chair by the bed. "Hayami who was that strange girl?" His eyes glanced over to hers waiting for a reply. Hayami unfazed just sat there for a moment before speaking except it wasn't Japanese. "Ni ni ni shi shei?" (who are you?) Left from her lips, in a confused tone stuttering a bit at the known man. Sasori confused for a moment at the unknown reply but thought about what she just said for. "Does she have amnesia? And is that Chinese mandarin she's speaking in?" he thought inside. He struggled for words, trying to remember the few Chinese phases he learned around the Chinese decent ninjas at his village, than spoke something in clumsy Mandarin that he his name was Sasori. "Wo de Mingzi Sasori."
She looked back at him, hesitating a bit decided whether to trust this man, then smiled up at the man and said her name and said she doesn't understand his Chinese and if he could write Chinese characters. (In mandarin there are many words spelled the same but have different meanings depending on the four tone marks in the language. If you don't use the tone marks it means something completely different. Like particle 'shi' Hayami uses if pronounced with a fourth tone, an abrupt saying, it means 'are' in English but if it pronounced the third tone which is a falling to rising tone it can mean 'shit' in english) "Wo de mingzi Daichi, Yue. Dui bu qi, wo bu ting dong ni de hanyu. Ni hui bu hui xie Hanzi?"
Sasori reached over to the night stand next to him to reach into the draw, picking up a pad of yellow paper and a black inked pen. Then the puppet master called from the room, "Deidara get in here right now!" The clay sculptor opened up the door and entered the room, eyeing Sasori then at Hayami. "Hmm…what's wrong Sasori-Danna?" Deidara took a seat on the bed with Hayami who backed up into the head board, as she felt the weight added to the mattress. Deidara looked at Hayami then at Sasori, "What did you do to her hmm…?" He reached over to touched her faced but was abruptly stopped by a slap from her, and said something in a vicious tone, "Deidara, wo hen ni" (Deidara I hate you). The clay sculptor looked at her confusedly at from the slap along with the familiar phrase he knew so well. "What did you to Sasori?" He asked in an angered tone glaring at his Danna with his visible eye.
"I didn't do anything to her Deidara but her friend did. I don't know what but she seems to have amnesia."
"Hmm…you got to be kidding me Sasori-Danna. She sounds like a girl I once knew named Yue."
"That because she is Yue, Deidara." Sasori saw his partner fall over the side of the bed with a loud crash as he met the floor. Tori fluttered through the open door to the room and landed on the bed that Sasori was sitting at. A gleam of light appeared, a little silver skinned boy with dark wings replaced the bird. "Don't tell me you have amnesia again Hayami?" Hayami gave him a clueless look at Tori while both Sasori and Deidara said "what are you and you can talk?"
"How rude" Tori spoke offended by the question and now looked at Hayami for a minute, "don't worry Hayami will be back to normal in a month or so may less. So get use to it Sasori and Deidara. The boy turned back into his former state, leaving through the doorway.
A/N: I'm sorry about the cliff hanger but I felt bad that I haven't left a new chap in a while. Usually it takes me time to think over the plot and write but since it was rushed there was a lot of dialogue instead and a few grammar mistakes.
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