Don't ask about the beginning.

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"I don't get it!" Hinata yelled with an aggravated sigh. She threw her notebook onto the table.

"Wha?" Deidara mumbled. He'd been trying to catch up on sleep.

Hinata turned and glared at her tutor. "Ya know, sleeping on the job is bad for business." She pointed out.

"But people tell me I look cute when I sleep." Deidara pouted.

Hinata rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm afraid I can't affirm that assumption. I've been a little busy. Geometry's not my thing." She gestured towards her notebook disdainfully.

"What's so hard about Geometry? It's just a buncha shapes." He said with a leery grin. Faster than Hinata could react he slipped a hand up her shirt to cup her left breast. "This, for example, is a circle."

"I know what a cir- Oh" she started, but couldn't suppress a moan when Deidara decided he wanted to play with her nipple.

Deidara smirked and leaned in to mutter in her ear. "You're liking your lesson, ne,

Hina-chan?" He gently tugged on her earlobe with his teeth before licking the shell of her ear.

Hinata shifted to whisper in his ear. "Oh yes, it really gets the point across." She pushed him off of her, much to his displeasure. But that didn't last longer than a moment, since immediately after that Hinata crashed her lips into his.

Deidara, not to be overpowered by his sweet little Hina-chan, pushed them into a sitting position. Which wasn't really such a hot idea since now they were vying for power, still in a passionate lip-lock.

Hinata, showing an uncharacteristic amount of strength, overpowered Deidara and pushed him onto his back. Hinata sat up, straddling the blond's waist, licked her lips, and did something Deidara didn't expect, but liked, a lot. "Deidara-kun" she moaned for no apparent reason.

She had never said Deidara's name before. And he liked the sound of it on her lips. But Deidara was pulled from what promised to be a very boring train of thought, considering the situation, by a slim hand passing under the hem of his pants.

"Argh!" Hinata yelled, throwing her pencil at her notebook.

Deidara groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 'Ah, it was a dream? Not cool!' he thought.

"Stupid fuckin-" Hinata started, but was cut off when Deidara grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

"What did I say about swearing?" he asked.

Hinata didn't answer; she just began to turn red. It was then that Deidara noticed how close he'd brought their faces, just over a centimeter apart. He instantly let go of her and both whipped their heads around away from each other. A blush rose to Deidara's face to match Hinata's.

"I think I should go home now." Hinata whispered, breaking the tension.

Deidara just nodded absently. Hinata shoved her things into her backpack and hurried towards the door. Deidara shot up from the couch to catch her at the door. He stood in front of it, blocking her escape. He gave her a hug, like always. She winced when he brushed a bruise on her arm. He noticed, and unlike the other times, didn't let her go. "Hinata-chan, why do you hurt?"

Hinata looked down at her feet, avoiding Deidara's stare. "No reason." she answered, skirting around the question.

Deidara tightened his hold on her slightly and she hissed in pain. "Please don't lie to me."

Hinata didn't answer, but her lower lip was trembling. Deidara pulled her back over to the couch and sat her down. He held both her wrists so she couldn't leave without giving him an answer.

"Please tell me."

Hinata shook her head, some tears falling unnoticed from her eyes. She pulled one of her arms out of Deidara's grasp, using a surprising amount of force. Deidara grabbed her by the upper arm, a little harder than he meant to. This time she yelped loudly in pain. Deidara lightened his hold but didn't let go. She wasn't going anywhere until she answered his questions. But to his dismay it didn't seem like she was planning on answering anytime soon.

So Deidara, for once, decided to take matters into his own hands. He pushed up her sleeve to get a look at what she was trying to hide. Hinata desperately tried to jerk her arm out of his grip, but it did her no good. He was not going to stand by.

In an instant he'd revealed her arm. In an instant everything changed. His breath hitched. Her pale arm was splattered with purple bruises. Some were older, but many seemed fairly new. "Hinata-chan, where did you get these bruises?" he asked. His voice was soft so he wouldn't scare her. He knew she was already scared. Her breathing was erratic and her eyes darted back and forth restlessly.

She opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and the changed her mind. She closed her mouth and chose to stay silent. Deidara pulled her into another hug. He gently buried his face in her shoulder, being careful not to brush anymore bruises. "Please Hinata-chan, I need to know. Please tell me." His voice sounded almost pleading to Hinata's ears, despite the fact that it was muffled by her shoulder.

Hinata didn't answer for a while. Deidara thought she wasn't going to answer at all. He was going to pull away when she finally spoke. "I tripped."

He sat up and chuckled. "You're a bad liar, Hinata."

Hinata struggled again, but her attempts were in vain. Deidara's grip was firm. As was his resolve. He most definitely was not letting her leave until he got the truth. Hinata soon tired of attempting to escape and gave up. Sighing in defeat she told him what he wanted to know. "It was my father."

Deidara froze. He'd heard her wrong, right? "What?"

"My father gave me every one of these bruises with the exception of one on my leg." She informed his, her voice monotone. She then used his shock to her advantage and broke out of his grasp. Shutting the door quietly she left.

Deidara was still frozen, blinking being the only movement he was capable of. He sat there for a while, trying to process the information he'd just gained. He didn't think he could. It was unthinkable to him.

Hinata was silent the two buses and four blocks to her house, but in her mind she was screaming. 'Why'd I tell him?!' she asked herself. She hadn't meant to tell him anything. She was going to just keep avoiding the question. But when he'd asked that last time, her last ditch effort hadn't been much of an effort. She knew she was a good liar. And then she'd just spilled.

'Well, maybe you're finally putting some trust in another person.' That lovely little voice in her head said smugly, as if it had accomplished the impossible.

'It was simply a slip of the tongue. That's all.' she assured her self and the voice. Though neither believed it.

'Right.' The voice didn't try to hide its disbelief.

Hinata then ignored the know-it-all voice in her head. Her house was eerily quiet that night when she walked inside. The TV wasn't even on. Not that anyone ever watched, but it made good background noise.

She went quickly into her bedroom to avoid confrontation with any of her family. Lying on her bed she reached into her backpack for her journal. Nothing. The pocket where she'd stuck the journal was empty.

"Hinata!" came a loud rage filled bellow came from somewhere in the house.

Fuck.

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I take it most of you have been waiting for this chapter. Question is... Did it live up to your expectations?