-----I got Captured by Deidara-----
-----By: Terrier.Z-----
-----Chapter Ten: Dreams are Like Rainbows; Only Idiots Chase Them-----
After inputting careful calculations into my plan, I have to admit, my chances weren't good. My chances are never good, the odds are always against me, yet I always manage to survive. My one talent; the ability to survive when put into extraordinarily dangerous situations. That was about to only reassurance I had.
I mean after all, look at who I was going up against. Deidara. A full grown man in peak condition and who is at least half a foot taller than me. He was also well muscled- he carried me with not that much after all. That alone should make it impossible for me to win a fight against him. Now if you added in the fact that he is a deadly shinobi that has merciless murdered people; that drowns out all chances of success. For example he considerers blowing people to kingdom come 'art'. About the only thing I would kill was bugs. I don't like insects and spiders. So unless Deidara was a spider I wouldn't be able to do much.
An important rule about combat is that you have to fight with the intent to kill. I don't really like hurting people. I feel guilty. I needed to be in a killer mindset; unless Deidara was a bug I had no chance at this at all. So that is what I would consider Deidara for the moment. A crawly insect that is infesting my room. Hey, I might actually do something this time!
Deidara sauntered over toward me. He had his hand in his pocket, which was odd since he had to push back his heavy Akatsuki cloak to do so. If he was trying to look cool it wasn't working.
Deidara had no clay, or he would have blown the door down by now. So I shouldn't have to worry about that. If he did have clay…I ran through a worst case scenario…I'd postpone our fight. I had the rock and mirror- and a knife down my shirt if that helps any. Also I had memorized the cave layout; where the floor had a crack in it, the areas with stones, and the walls with the slant on them.
I readied myself. Unspoken, we both knew we were going to fight. I was absolutely itching to start fighting. I had picked a fight with him after all; I had been doing so for awhile. Pushing all his buttons, taunting and contradicting him. Bring it! I must have looked fiendish. Hair wild, eyes bright and lively, blood splattering my face. I wiped my mouth, as best I could, with my sleeve; didn't need to be swallowing blood during this.
Deidara seemed hesitant; maybe he didn't want to hurt me. Well that is his problem. If he doesn't want to get in trouble he shouldn't have locked himself in here- the retard. Deidara seemed to be uneasy with my attitude.
I must be unique to this world. The only person who wants to fight s-class criminals. I'd even have taken on Sasori I was so cocky at the moment. So foolish. Just because you're unique doesn't mean you're useful.
Regardless, I slid my right foot back and brought my left arm up to a guarding position. The problem was that now the hand that is supposed to be punching is the bad arm. Details, shmetails I'll deal with that complication later.
"Why don't you just back down Clary, hm?" Trying to scare me out of it. Never!
"Nope, I want to fight." I am not letting a puny insect scare me!
"Do you have a death wish, hm?" He asked. Despite how I act, no.
"What else do I dream about when I spend all that time sleeping?" That couldn't be more false. I never want to die. I love being alive.
Deidara sneered at me before answering. "Dreams and rainbows are the same, only idiots chase them, hm!"
"Good thing I am an idiot than." Now that was a true statement, no denying it.
"Very good thing." I quizzically looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
He looked at ease. I didn't like that. He was smirking confidently at me. I shot a death glare at him. He slyly grinned at me, like a lion watching a naïve little lamb. I got flustered. I wasn't scared flustered; I was flustered in 'wow he looks so damn nice'. The lamb wasn't naïve it was just plain stupid. I shook my head to clear myself of absurd thoughts. He is an insect after all. I need to squash him. The alter ego of my chimed in the back of my mind- does hugging him count as squashing him? There goes my killer attitude.
To prove my mind that I could and would win this, I attacked. Pivoting on my left foot I swung my right heel towards his jaw. I didn't technically miss his face, my leg wasn't stretched enough to reach it. I settled for a spin kick into his arm instead.
That part worked well enough. Deidara countered attacked. Due to my lack of training, I had let my arms just swing around my body instead of keeping them up for defense. He took advantage of that. His hand shot out and caught my neck. Helpless, I kicked at him, as he shoved me into a wall. Shit! I shot him another death glare. Why can't my evil plans ever work out like their ones do; flawlessly?
Deidara kept a firm grip on my neck. All he had to do was twist his wrist and I would be dead. He was still smirking. Time for plan 'B'. Which was?
"Hold still." Annoyed that though he had a death drip on my neck I was still struggling. Who wouldn't be?
I tugged at his one hand with both of mine, it didn't budge. His other was manipulating something in his hand. Clay. Both of my arms were free, I was just using them uselessly. New plan of action, get him to use that hand for something other than clay. I shoved my dirty hands into his face. I dug my nails into his flesh and tugged at his long hair.
Deidara yelped and used his body to ram me furtherer into the rock; he didn't use his other hand though. We must have looked totally hilarious. I was running out of oxygen. After a moment of shoving at each other. Deidara bit my neck. Not with his mouth…err…normal mouth. He used his hand. Well that confirms that theory.
Instinctively, I clawed at my neck, in vain. Deidara held up his spare hand. A miniature frog hopped off onto my shoulder, going out of my view, but I felt its tiny weight there. For a moment I wondered if that could really kill me.
Remembering the destruction of the caravan, I sighed in resignation. I can lose a battle, but still win the war. I held my hands up. Deidara stopped biting my neck and his grip loosened so I could breath, though he still held on with a vise like grip. His spare hand formed into a hand sign. I froze, was he really going to make it explode on me?
"See that frog, hm?"
"Yes." I surprised to find that my throat was so dry. I despise sounding meek.
"If you keep struggling, hm, I'll teach you a lesson on art."
Art? No, it's called an explosion. A fiery force that could easy decapitate me and char any remains I leave behind.
I swallowed to give some volume to my question. "And if I stop will Mr. Froggy go away?"
"No, 'Mr. Froggy' is going to stay with us until I get out of here; you obviously don't know when to stop, hm." His hand loosened a little.
"Ok, ok. Can you let go of me then?"
He stared at me suspiciously before wording his reply. "If I didn't think you were going to attack again I would."
He had guessed at what I was thinking. I pouted; I really didn't want to be stuck to the wall like this for much longer. It was getting unbearably uncomfortable.
"Pretty please? I'll behave." Ok, it was a lie, but I didn't like the situation right now. I was absolutely powerless.
For an answer Deidara had his hand lick my neck. EW; so gross and immature. There will always be immature people in this world. I stuck my tongue out at him- and guess I'm one of them.
After a minute or two of watching Deidara think. I wasn't really watching him think; I was watching his features, it was a perfectly good opportunity and excuse to do so. Deidara undid his cloak with one hand. I lurched backward. What the hell was he doing!
He noticed my disturbed expression.
"You want off the wall right, hm?" I wondered if that had a double meaning to it.
I just stared at him incredulously. His hand undid the rest of his cloak. My heart was beating faster and faster as I watched. Deidara grinned rakishly at me. It scared me. Well two things did. The first was, yes, he was smiling his unsettling grin and second was me the sudden urge to run my hands over his chiseled chest. Total delinquency I tell you…
His hand released my neck and gripped my left shoulder. I stress the word left because if he had meant me harm he would have held onto my bad arm, the right shoulder. Or he could just have been a qui. I rubbed my neck, and the spot where Deidara bit me- I wonder if that counts as a hickey. I glared at him suspiciously.
"Here, hm," Deidara tossed his heavy cloak over my shoulders, "That should restrict your movements enough."
When I say heavy, I mean heavy. My clothes had been oversized for me, but this was super-sized. Once Deidara got me to pull my arms through the sleeves, I was practically immobile. The sleeves were long enough to cover his hands with several inches to spare; my arms were lost in the folds of dense fabric. Deidara fastened it up for me. The thing could easily be serve me as a tent. The neckband came up to the bridge of my nose, partially impairing my vision. If I tried to run anywhere I would trip on the excess material piling around my feet. Subdued by a cloak, damn. Deidara snickered at me.
"What is this thing made of?" I asked, taking note that the frog figurine was taking shelter inside my neck band.
"I don't know specifically, but it is fire-proof which is why it is so heavy."
"Gee, thanks…at least I won't burn to death now." So Akatsuki had fire-proof cloaks- who in the world designed them like that? Do they have a pyromaniac's issue?
I hobbled forward, and stumbled. This was absolutely ridiculous! There goes all dignity and grace. Deidara caught me before I fell on my face.
"So this is your genius plan to keep me from murdering you?"
"Yea."
"But you will still die. If not by me the temperature will kill you now." All he had covering his torso was mesh shirt and a kunai-protector vest.
He frowned. I now had probably the most effective thing against the cold in here. I didn't mention the blanket in my corner; he seemed to have forgotten it for the moment. He looked at me and stepped forward reaching toward me.
"Hey, hey, watch it! You're invading my personal bubble."
"You're the only thing that is warm in here though, hm! Do you want me to freeze to death?"
"It's a down right miracle! He figured it out all by himself! Did you know that one plus one equals two, as well? Oh my God! Epiphany!"
I guess I was being a sore loser. He kinda of snarled at me, I smirked and pointed out the blanket for him. No way was he going to use me to stay warm. All persons for themselves in here- it's a free-for-all! Why I pointed out the blanket for him then I don't know…
While Deidara was dusting off my blanket I went –cautiously so I wouldn't trip- to the middle of the room, or just about. I scuffed a line in the dust or dirt, one of two. Deidara watched me curiously and then he became bemused as he caught on to my plan.
"Don't tell me I am supposed to stay on this side of the cell, hm?" He walked forward to the line I had drawn.
"Exactly! Don't cross this line! Ok? You stay on that side and I stay on this side."
He scoffed at my ingenious plan. How dare he.
"You get more of the room though, hm!" He took a giant step forward and scratched out a new line. My line had been fairer about distributing the halves; his division of the space gave him two-thirds of the room. And he has the side my corner was on. I bit my lip considering. He was baiting me, but I wouldn't bite.
"Fine, now stay over there!" I extended the line to the full length of the wall, and retreated the middle of my half.
Sinuously I folded my self onto the floor in a cross-legged sitting position. Or that was what I would have wanted to happen. Instead I managed to look like a mentally challenged pigeon and, in a sort, flopped/ fell down. I held my head high and swept the ends of the cloak around me.
Snickering, Deidara watched me hunker down. At least someone found this amusing; on a better day and in future I probably would too, but for now it was just plain irritating.
Deidara settled down in, leaning against the opposite wall directly across from me. Grrr. It took all my self-restraint and an oversized piece of clothing to restrain me. I was expecting to have to defend my part of the room from Deidara, but he made no motion to try to invade my side though. Good.
The temperature plummeted. If there was more visibility I probably could've seen my breath in the air. My fingers and toes were going numb despite the heavy cloak. The only comfort was that Deidara would freeze in here with me. When I asked Deidara about it he said that he hadn't been able to restock the furnace room. It was a pointed comment, blaming me for our misfortune. I smiled sheepishly and blew on my hands to warm them.
I still had the key and mini-knife. Carefully patted my chest, like I was coughing, to check if it was still there- paranoia was closing in on me. I couldn't really use them now. Deidara was watching me continuously. It made me uncomfortable enough to go to the bathroom and wash my face, closing the door behind me.
The water wasn't at all high quality. I splashed my face with a handful of water and rubbed. Mr. Froggy crawled out from my clothing and on to the wall to watch me. Then I made a mistake- a big one. I wasn't thinking when I did this… but I decided to rinse my hair out too. I flipped my dripping wet hair out of my face, slicking it back. My head was freezing cold. People can die from having wet hair in the cold. Death by wet hair, doesn't sound like a very heroic way to go does it?
"Shit…"
I squeezed as much water as I could out of my hair. Still sopping wet. My teeth began to chatter furiously. Frustrated I hoped up and waved my floppy sleeves franticly in the air. I used the end of the sleeve to dry my face and dry my hair as much as I could. When, after several long minutes of silence, Deidara called from outside.
"Clary you'd better not be committing suicide in there, hm!"
"Uhh, does that include non-intentional suicide?"
"Hm?"
"I kinda got my hair wet."
"So what? It'll dry out soon, hm."
"Like I thoroughly rinsed my hair kinda wet."
Silence for a moment and then, "God damn it, hm! Do you have no sense of self-preservation Clary?" Ahaha…I sure know how to ruin peoples days. I held out my hand for the tiny clay bomb to jump climb onto.
"That sense has been slacking a little bit lately hasn't it?" I emerged from the door to find Deidara on MY side of room- in other words he was way to close for comfort. "Get off MY side, Deidara!"
He rolled his visible eye, and then I watched him do a double take at me. I think that was the first time I used his name out loud. I put on a scowl and pointed him away from my side of the cave.
Deidara looked like he was going to argue so I threw up a hand like I was directing traffic. He shook his head at me and walked back to his side and sat down again. I went to a corner this time and huddled up into a ball to sleep.
I was tired. It was cold. I was shivering because of my choice to wash my hair. At least I would be clean when I froze to death…my eye lids fluttered shut. I don't know about you but when I get really sleepy nothing matters. As long as I can sleep, the world can blow up for all I care. Sleep is the only thing that matters.
So I didn't really care when Deidara crossed onto my side of the room sighing and muttering about idiocy. I didn't care when Deidara huddled down next to me. Or when he hugged me possessively like a teddy bear. Actually it felt nice. Nice and warm, I snuggled down in his arms. I didn't care that I was snuggling in the arms of a very dangerous man.
Maybe I was dreaming, my mind had finally broken down from the stress and this was some kind of delusion. Who cares? Not me; for I was falling asleep! That all that matters- sleep. And that was the first time I fell asleep, curled up in Deidara's arms.
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