It's complicating, this story.

D:

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Sasori watched as the two stared at each other.

"Hinata… Hinata Hyuga."

His eyes narrowed, almost glaring at her.

The girl was dead, yet she was still trying to steal his love away?

Oh the bitch.

But that was something he'd come to love about her.

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Deidara and Hinata stared at each other for the longest time until the security of the mall told them to leave. Even when they walked separate ways they stared at each other. Sasori and Deidara got in their car and drove off some distance away. They didn't speak. Deidara's thoughts were racing.

She looks just like her.

She acts just like her.

She smells just like her.

She…

She…

He had to see her again.

The car swerved around, earning a few angry honks from the other cars. Sasori glanced at Deidara, slightly alarmed.

"She shouldn't be walking alone at night." Deidara muttered as an excuse. Sasori sighed in annoyance, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "You're stupid." He said.

It wasn't long until they caught up with Hinata on the street. Deidara noticed that a man was following her. He had no choice now.

The car screeched to a halt beside Hinata on the sidewalk. She squeaked and stepped back a few. Deidara got out of the car, slowly, so as to not scare her more than he already did.

"Hinata! I've been looking for you!" he stepped up to her and pulled her into a hug. Hinata stayed frozen, scared out of her mind. "There's a guy following you. Play along; I'll take you home in my car." He murmured in her ear. His breath was cold against her skin. She nodded.

"Come on, let's go home." He said, escorting her into the car.

Sasori wasn't there. Deidara didn't pay any mind; he'd find him sooner or later. He had forever to search.

Hinata sat in the passenger's seat, putting on her seatbelt. The silence was painfully awkward. She stared out the window; at his reflection. He was so… handsome. Like someone out of a movie. Were all vampires like that?

"…live."

She snapped her head toward him, almost taken aback by the sudden real-life comparison to the handsome reflection. "E-Excuse me?" she squeaked out. He chuckled softly. "Where do you live, Hinata?" he repeated softly.

Hinata looked around to see what street they were on. They were practically there. "I… H-How did you know…?" they saw the nameplate that read 'Hyuga' on one of the gates. She lived on the old property of the first Hyugas from roughly a century ago. Deidara glanced down the walkway to the house, remembering that first time… when the old Hinata was heartbroken at the emptiness of it all. "It was a wild guess." He said in a low tone. Hinata nodded slightly, stepping out of the car.

She didn't close the door.

He didn't either.

They stared once again at each other.

She gripped the handle of her bag. She was so… so mesmerized by him. He was just as captivated, she noticed. He was the first one to break their gaze. He turned off the car.

"When can I see you again…?" he asked, barely above a whisper. Hinata was taken off guard by this. Such a sudden request; and they only met a few hours ago.

"Whenever you want… I-I'll be here." She answered awkwardly. He grunted once, stomping on the gas pedal. The door closed as he moved forward, bringing a gust of wind from behind him. Hinata stared after the car until it disappeared out of sight, which wasn't too long after he left. She walked back into her house, completely shaken up by her day.

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Sasori was standing in an alley, someone pinned against the wall under his arm.

"God, my throat's been itching for a good drink…"

The man scrambled under his effortless tight grip.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm a man's man too. This'll be real quick, okay? – heart-"

There was a loud scream, and then an abrupt silence following a sharp crack of the neck.

Deidara's car pulled up next to the alley. Wordlessly, Sasori walked in, a trail of blood leaking down his chin. They stayed silent the rest of the trip home.

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He sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the closet filled with secrets and trinkets from that time so long ago. It held his cloak. His belongings from the mansion. The clothes he wore on their first and only date at the park. The memories of her days at the mansion.

I think I loved you the whole time, Deidara-sama…

When he really thought about it, it was no surprise that her last few months alive would be spent around vampires. It only made sense.

But the causes were so… human. She died… of a broken heart.

If only he could do the same.

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Sasori watched as Deidara sat in front of the 'forbidden closet'. He leaned against the doorframe, studying his hunched over form and troubled expression. He was contemplating on his decision on when his Deidara chose the girl over him. Would he let him go? Or would he be selfish and keep him for himself? They've been together for over a century – why should they end it now because of some girl who looks like…

Deidara stood up, storming towards the door. Sasori moved to the side, surprised by his actions. He stared after him as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

"Where… Where are you going?" Sasori asked, following him. Deidara didn't respond at first, but stopped at the front steps of the porch. "I have… to go somewhere." He said vaguely. Sasori shook his head. "Are you going to go see that girl? Deidara, think, it's midnight – she has school or whatever tomorrow, she's sleeping! You can see her any other time. Why now?" he was now standing beside him outside. Deidara didn't look at him.

"She's… calling me."

Sasori stared at him with an angry look. "She's calling you." He repeated, annoyed. Deidara started walking towards the car. Sasori followed him and blocked the door. "You're being stupid. The Hinata you saw today is asleep, and the one you want to see is –" Deidara cut him off, suddenly angry. "Who are you to tell me what to do?" He glared at him, and Sasori stepped back in surprise.

"I'm done doing what you want me to do. I need to think for myself sometimes too, y'know?" Deidara's glare loosened up to a stare, and he stepped closer. "You've taken the one I loved. You've broken her heart, and she died. Yet you still came back to see if there was any more that you could get from her. I've been hurting all this time, and when comfort walks down the street, you want to get rid of that too." He stopped to gather his thoughts.

"Just… Just let me go."

Sasori stayed silent. He stepped away from the car and let Deidara get in. I guess… he began in his thoughts, if I love him, I should let him go.

He watched as the car sped off into the night. He watched the smoke rise up from the tracks left on the road, and at that moment he decided to wait for him. Right at that exact spot.

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Hinata looked at the clock for the fifth time that minute. She couldn't sleep. It was past midnight, but she wasn't drowsy in the least bit. She was thinking of that man from earlier today. Ugh… Familiar was a word that got old. She knew him. He knew her. But how? She hadn't seen him ever in her entire life! Yet they stared at each other for the longest time. They seemed to be… linked together. But… But how?

She turned a little in bed, facing the wall. She closed her eyes tightly, drawing the covers over even tighter. It got cold all of a sudden. As if a window had opened…

Hinata glanced at the window. The curtains were flowing in the breeze that came through the open window. It wasn't the wind that caused a chill to crawl down her back – it was the fact that she had been in her bed for the whole time. And she could swear to god that she kept that window closed – and locked.

It was then that she felt the sudden pressure of a hand on her arm. Her head swerved around to see who it was, but didn't scream when she found out.

The two stared at each other again.

Those soft blue eyes…
Those pale, clear eyes…

When they realized their position, she blushed and he cleared his throat softly. "Uh… Don't… scream?" the other, colder man said quietly. Hinata scooted away from him, her back to the wall. "I-I won't." she sighed helplessly, caught up in his soft gaze. It was the way he looked at her… with such gentle intensity that was too mesmerizing to ignore.

"Hinata... san. I know your name very well. Do you know mine?" the man sat up, and so did she. Hinata shook her head, still pressing herself against the wall. "I'd… I'd like to know your name." she stated awkwardly, relaxing a little.

"My name… it's Deidara."

My name… it's Deidara…

That phrase… she had heard it before. The name… she knew the name. So unique, yet it didn't strike her as such.

"Deidara…san." The name played on her lips. "Deidara-san." She tried again, smiling a little. He smiled a bit too. "Deidara-san… Deidara-san!" She had no idea why it made her so happy to say his name. She said it so many times; it made her giggle.

"Deidara-sama!" She blurted out. Her hand covered her mouth. Deidara stared at her, wide eyed. He hadn't been called that in a long time.

They began staring at each other again. What was it about them that mesmerized each other so much? The familiarity? The beauty of each one?

"I-I'm sorry… I… I don't know where that came from…" Hinata brushed some hair away from her face, a troubled expression on her features. Deidara reached out, cupping the side of her head. He pulled her into a hug, stroking her hair and pressing his face to her ear. "You look so much like her." He murmured, his arms moving around her waist. "You feel so much like her. You smell so much like her."

Hinata stayed still for a second, chilled at the sudden coldness. Then, slowly, she reached around him, resting comfortably in his arms. "Who… Who are you talking about?" She asked softly. Their position felt so natural. So right.

Deidara let her go, and she scrambled to do the same. "The one I loved… so long ago." He stopped, looking for her reaction. She wanted him to continue.

So he began the tale of his wretched, cold life.

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The early morning was greeted with tears.

Hinata had sat through the whole story, hanging onto every word he spoke. He was so expressive for a vampire. At the times when he mentioned the other Hinata Hyuga, he was the happiest man in the world. When he mentioned the one called Sasori, he held a thoughtful look, and later on in the story, an almost angered expression. And at the end, he was the saddest she's ever seen.

Deidara reached over and wiped her tears away. She hugged him, and he hugged back. "Deidara-san… I'm so sorry. You must hurt very much right now…" she sobbed. Deidara shook his head. "It… It doesn't matter now. What's done is done." He pulled away, turning so his legs were over the edge of the bed. His back was facing her.

"Maybe I'm being punished." He muttered just loud enough for her to hear. Hinata gave him a confused look, crawling beside him. "Why?" she asked curiously, wiping the last of her previously shed tears away. Deidara sighed once, then looked her over again. "I'm sorry I touched you so much – I know we just met and all –" Hinata cut him off. "That doesn't answer anything. Why do you think you're being punished?" she asked sternly. Deidara stared at the floor.

"Hinata-san… You look… You look so much like her… Everything about you is just…" His fists clenched. "I… I can't have you. It was torture losing her once – and now I can see her every day, and I can't touch her. I can't hug her, kiss her…" his fists loosened and ran through his hair. Hinata lowered his arm so she could see his face. "Deidara-san…" She barely knew him, yet she felt so sad when he was in this much pain. She felt that she had to make him smile again.

"You can… do all those things… if you want."

Deidara stared at her again. This time, though, it was different. He held a kind of want for her in his eyes. He had wanted her to say that – to grant him permission to touch her like that. Hinata reached for his hand, holding it tightly. "No one should have to… feel that bad for so long. If there's anything I can do to help you, I will do it." She said softly, stroking the top of his hand with her thumb. "Thank… you…" They leaned toward each other, slowly, since they were still experimenting. Their lips were inches apart, and it took Deidara all he had to stop himself from taking her all the way. Closer… closer…

"Stop!"

The door slammed open, and Neji Hyuga, Hinata's father stormed into the room.

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I'm aiming to finish this before Christmas.

I'm going to Canada.

…

Yeah.

Sorry about the constant mention about how she looked like the old Hinata -.-