A/N: Ug. Finally, summer! I do apologize for the lateness- finals were brutal DX! But now that they are over and summer is here, I'll have nothing else to do but write write write! Yay!
Takes place about an hour after last chapter.
Innocence
Chapter 10 – Bilious Beauty
An Unrealized Mistake
Dawn spilled its dull yellow light onto the sleeping town of the Hidden Mist. Gravel shifted and rolled about when the boots of the Akatsuki members hit them- then fell still once again.
Deidara rubbed his back in desperate hopes of trying to soothe the rug burn that was raging on his skin. Sasori raised an eyebrow at this, then smirking at the blond as if to say "I told you so."
The younger boy caught the smug aura surrounding the puppeteer and stopped dead in his tracks. He swiftly turned around to face the older man- his blond strands whipping around his face before settling on his shoulders.
"You know- if we would have done it on the bed, I would have been fine, un!"
The red head's lip tugged upwards before answering.
"What are you getting so worked up for? I didn't say anything."
The puppeteer then walked passed the now fuming blond, his smile broadening at the little puffs and hisses of anger coming from Deidara's mouth.
The blond followed the red head after a few moments, the gravel's movements giving him away.
He looked up at the sun- its pale yellow reverting into a sickly shade of gold. The air was cold and unusually dark. The morning was ugly- no bright rays shimmering in the bleak shade of blue, no overwhelming spotlight of yellow and glimmer coming from the sun- nothing.
The blond sighed. Maybe Mother Nature just didn't appreciate the beauty of the experience he just had. The day should be gorgeous! Something plucked out of a story book and slapped onto the vast space of reality before him! Something pretty- a morning so beautiful that it might be a huge explosion that rages throughout the sky and envelops the lusterless sun in its fiery depths!
Deidara shook his head at the ugly sky and continued to walk forward- his one brilliant blue eye locking on a mess of red hair. Well, at least there's one shade of beauty to this morning, thought the blond as his lips curved into a small smile.
And then, something odd happened. It was like a huge balloon of happiness and want popped inside of him- filling him with a gush of ecstatic air. His eye widened and then blinked a few times.
The blond stopped for a moment- the dawn air tickling his cheeks- and ran to catch up to Sasori. He grabbed onto his wooden hand and laced his fingers with the puppeteer's. Muddy eyes looked down into oceans of raw emotion- a look he hadn't ever seen in someone else's eyes before. The red head stopped and turned to face the blond. The dim dawn light seemed to radiate around them- their skin stopping the rays from filtrating through their bodies so that they were just two silhouettes squeezing each other's hands. And in those few silent, still seconds- a message was transmitted:
I want you. I need you. I will protect you.
The Akatsuki members nodded at each other- as if accepting each other's unsaid oath of commitment- and walked down the path together, hands still entwined.
"Danna, where is this guy supposed to be anyway, un?" Deidara's voice broke the silence after a few minutes.
"I don't know, Deidara. That's why we're looking for him." The puppeteer sighed as he took out the picture Sir Leader had given him. The man was turned away, but you could still see the sick glint of yellow of his teeth. His hair was a black that gave off a gleam of grease. His eyes were closed, but Sasori was sure that if they were open, they would have been a dark color mixed with some sort of crazed, bloodlust emotion. He flipped the photo over with his fingers. In small, elegant script, the name: Yoru Michio was written at the bottom of the picture.
The puppeteer went through everything that might happen when they finally catch up to Michio. What if he's stronger than Sir Leader had expected? What if he does something to Deidara? Sasori shook the thought from his mind. Nothing would happen to the blond; he was there to protect him.
The red head squeezed the younger boy's hand tightly as they came across an abandoned wooden shack in the less-extravagant part of the Hidden Mist. There was a black van in front of it, with two burly looking guards loading various sacks into the back.
"Deidara, I think this is the place."
The blond nodded his understanding- his grip becoming fierce on the puppeteer's hand.
The red head looked down at the younger boy. His blue eye was locked on the men- the blue orb becoming wide with excitement (or fear, it was hard to tell). Sasori kneeled in front of Deidara, his wooden hand releasing the others and resting on the blond's shoulders.
"Deidara- listen to me. You are not to go off on your own on this, okay? These men are strong- they could kill you in a heartbeat."
"Hn. I'm glad you're so confident in my strength, Danna."
"Brat! Would you just do as I say? I don't want you to get hurt!"
Deidara looked into Sasori's eyes, the mud puddles were narrowed- downcast with concern. The blond sighed before reaching up and brushing a ruby cowlick out of the puppeteer's eyes.
"Danna, un. I won't get hurt. You don't have to worry about me." The younger boy kissed the red head's cheek before adding in a whisper: "I'll blow them away."
Sasori smiled at the grin that was plastered on Deidara's face, and nodded. He gave the younger boy a swift kiss on the lips before standing up and taking a thick scroll out of his cloak.
In a matter of seconds, a puff of smoke wafted through the morning air and Hiruko emerged. Deidara gave the puppet a look of distaste before gathering up all of his hair and adding it to the ponytail that rested on the top of his head.
Sasori maneuvered Hiruko through the rocky streets of the Hidden Mist without making a sound. Deidara followed close behind him- his palm mouths chewing gluttonously at the explosive clay.
The men loading the van were strong- but two seconds of listening to their conversation would tell you that they were none too bright.
"Hey- Miki! What do you think is in these sacks? They're really heavy!"
"I don't know, Takeo. Maybe it's food!"
"Food! You're making me hungry now! Can we take a break and go get some dango?"
"No! Boss will kill us for sure if we just leave now!"
"I guess so …."
"We'll get some after we-"
Miki couldn't finish his sentence, though- on a count of Hiruko's arm slicing his throat clean open. A wide river of blood ran down the man's front- staining his white t-shirt crimson.
Muddy eyes darted toward the petrified form of the man known as Takeo. His wide, dull green eyes went back and forth to the gaping slash of wet gore on his friend's neck to the short Akatsuki member standing before him.
After regaining his composure, he took a big gulp of air (probably to yell out something along the lines of "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!") and tried to grab at Sasori's cloak.
But the puppeteer was too fast. He whipped Hiruko's tail so that it shot through Takeo's chest, and then ripped it out. A crazed, sadistic grin made its way onto the red head's lips as Hiruko's tail loomed before him- covered in blood and what looked like raw steak.
Deidara peeked out from behind Sasori to see the art the puppeteer had created. It wasn't a masterpiece by any means, the blond reasoned with himself- but it was pretty to look at. Red was always such a nice color- especially when it's pouring out of dead bodies in thick streams and splattering the surrounding area with wet globs.
The blond didn't know why, but for some odd reason he wanted to tackle Sasori to the ground and have his way with him right in the big puddle of blood. He felt a pleasant lurch in his stomach at the thought of the red head running his blood-coated hands all over his naked body, the puppeteer's tongue whirling and sucking on his sticky, crimson skin. The blond closed his eyes and shivered.
"Deidara, are you alright? You look a little pale."
The younger boy's eyes snapped open. "U-Un. I'm fine Danna." The words were quiet- the blond's discomfort shining through.
Sasori raised an eyebrow, but said no more. Deidara played with the hem of his shirt nervously (he didn't have a cloak yet- after your first successful mission, Sasori said).
The blond shook the feeling off and followed the puppeteer to the wide entry way of the shack. The Akatsuki members leaned against the doorway, and listened.
"How much do you think the jewels are worth, Yoru?" A harsh, feminine voice asked greedily.
"I don't know, my dear Misao. Millions- Perhaps billions."
"Hm." Sasori could practically hear the smile in her voice.
A few other voices could be heard, all of them laughing and chatting excitedly.
The puppeteer took a moment to think about what he should do next. Obviously they're not ninja- or they would have sensed us coming. But that doesn't mean they're not strong. They might have guns or some other sort of weaponry….
Meanwhile, Deidara was skillfully molding his clay into tiny spiders. He looked into his pouch and counted them. About twenty little spiders sat inanimate at the bottom of the pouch. With that amount, the blond mused, he could surely set off an explosion that would leave this place beyond recognition. He smiled at the thought.
Deidara, getting tired of just sitting there and listening to the old hags talk about how rich they're going to be, tugged on Sasori's cloak and whispered: "Are we just going to sit here all day, un? I could blow this place to smithereens right now-"
"No, brat. We have to be careful about this."
Blue eyes rolled at the puppeteer. After a few minutes of patient waiting, Sasori finally turned around to face the blond.
"Okay. Here's what we're going to do: you're going to use your clay to blow up as many as the other guards as you can. While you do that, I'll kill Yoru and that other woman. Got it?"
"It took you that long to come up with that, un?"
"Shut up you brat! Like you could've done any better."
"Actually-"
"We don't have time for this! Just stick to the plan, okay?"
"Fine, un."
Sasori rolled his eyes at the younger boy before turning around. He swept the ruby cowlicks out of his face as he entered the shack.
Yoru's eyes were exactly how the puppeteer imagined them to be. They were a dark brown- a slightly insane look to them as they landed on Sasori.
"Well, well. What do we have here? An Akatsuki member, in my presence? I'm honored."
"Tch. Shut it, Michio. I'm just here to kill you and take your jewels. Then I'll be off on my merry little way."
"Confident, are we?"
"Very."
And with that word said, Sasori initiated Hiruko toward Yoru- and that's when all hell broke loose.
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Deidara had gone unnoticed in the midst of all the chaos and started directing his little spider army onto the backs of the guards. A couple of them noticed the clay insects, but were too late in getting them off.
"Katsu!" Deidara yelled as his hand went up to his face to form a hand sign.
The spiders exploded- causing a storm of blood and burnt skin to rain down. Chips of bones and various organs scattered on the floor.
Deidara basked in his art- his manic grin gleaming in the dawn- before scanning the area for other guards.
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Sasori was getting frustrated.
Every time Hiruko tried to stab Yoru, the dark eyed man would somehow block him- whether it be with the knife he was holding, or one of his body parts.
The red head heard multiple tiny explosions go off- could see the blood splatter on the wooden walls and ceiling.
The voice in his head kept ringing: What if that's Deidara's blood coating the place?
The puppeteer's head shot toward the noise of the explosions. He could see a blond ponytail whipping about as the younger boy made frantic hand signs that caused the tiny insect bombs to go off.
Sasori sighed in relief.
He turned back toward Yoru- only to be met with empty space. It was a few moments before the red head noticed that there was a knife sticking out of his arm- the silver handle sparkling in the now rising sun's rays.
He looked at the knife, then at Yoru (who was kneeling in front of the puppeteer in an attempt to be hidden). The sick yellow gleam showed itself to the red head once again- but this time, it wasn't permanent. Sasori raised his eyebrow, and then smirked. Yoru's smile disappeared.
The puppeteer pulled out the knife in one swift motion- the blade making a slight screeching noise as it came out.
The insane glint in Yoru's eyes reverted into one of worry. The dark orbs seemed to linger on something behind the puppeteer.
"Danna, look out!"
Sasori turned around to see what Deidara was fussing about.
The woman that Yoru had been discussing with earlier, Misao, stood above the puppeteer- unarmed.
"Please! Let my husband go! He doesn't deserve this! Take me instead!"
Muddy pools of sadism gleamed and then rolled. "Actually- I'd prefer to take you both."
A gasp protruded out of pinkish-grey lips as Yoru's knife went through her stomach like butter. Sasori smiled to himself at the knife's position.
"The stomach acid will pour out and work throughout her system- poisoning her from the inside. It should be very painful." The red head then turned- sadistic smile still in place- and was met with Yoru sobbing manically at his feet.
"Y-You bastard! She didn't do anything!"
"Perhaps not."
"T-Then why?!"
An agitated sigh made its way out of the red head's lips. "She was boring me with her pathetic jabbering." Sasori's smile grew, "And so are you."
Dark eyes darted up just in time to see Hiruko's tail whip at his head.
The puppeteer, satisfied with his work, turned around- his cloak ruffling over the dying body of Misao Michio. She was gasping for air while clutching the wound on her stomach, her eyes locked with her husband's body. Sasori thought momentarily of putting the women out of misery, but then decided that that was no fun.
"You know, you two are awfully loyal to each other, paying the ultimate sacrifice just so that the other would live on. It's touching- really."
Sasori kneeled down next to Misao- her breaths becoming short and dull.
"You see that boy over there?"
Misao's dying blue eyes darted toward Deidara, and then nodded languidly.
"I would do anything for him. I would die for him. You posed a threat- you could have been the death of him, therefore being the death of me. That's why I had to kill you both. That boy- as much of a brat as he is- is my life now. He's my every thing. I-"
The red head stopped to look over at the blond- still basking in his art.
"I love him."
Misao looked confused for a moment, but then smiled. She nodded once before drifting off into the eternal darkness that is death.
Sasori took two wooden fingers and closed Misao's eyelids before standing up- giving one last glance to the lifeless corpses of Yoru and Misao- and walked over to Deidara.
The puppeteer's boots made the blood pools scatter- the viscid strings of organs and skin swimming about.
"Danna, are you okay, un?"
The red head nodded.
The blond smiled, "Do you want me to blow this place to pieces?"
Another nod.
A small grin made its way onto the younger boy's lips as he took a large clay thing out of his pouch. It looked like some sort of creature that was hugging itself.
"We might want to get a head start on this one, un."
Deidara then laid the clay bomb down amongst the tiny mountain of bodies and followed Sasori out of the shack. He was about to walk off along the gravel path, when he heard a car door open. The blond raised an eyebrow before remembering what Sir Leader said: "Kill the man, bring me the jewels."
The younger boy went to the other side of the van and opened the door. He got inside and shut the door- a tiny bang resounding through out the thin dawn air.
As Sasori pryed the dashboard off and fussed about with the various colored wires it contained, Deidara took a peak in the back. Sacks upon sacks layered on the van's floor- their gleaming, luxurious contents hidden in drab potato bags.
A loud Vroom made its way through the still sleeping town of the Hidden Mist. The red head pressed on the gas pedal- the tires causing the gravel to spew around- and drove forward.
When they were about ten miles away, Deidara asked: "Now?"
"Now."
The blond's grin could be seen behind his hand sign, the word: "KATSU!" ringing in the puppeteer's ears.
Deidara looked through the van's back window to see his art. Fire raged through the sky, the sound of the explosion sure to wake the whole town. Scorched pieces of wood flew through the clouds and landed with thunks on the road. Yellows, oranges, and reds swirled in the dawn- obscurring the dim sun.
The explosion continued to get farther and farther away. The blond turned around- smile gone and eyes wide. He could feel a bubbling heat sizzle up in his stomach, the same feeling of want and need as before.
They were flying through the exit gate of the Hidden Mist now, the scenery of homes and shop windows turning into trees and nothing else.
"Danna, un. Stop the car."
"What? Why?"
"Just do it, un!"
Sasori- confusion and concern clear on his face- complied with the younger boy's wishes and pulled over on the side of the road.
"Deidara, what's the matt-"
The red head was cut short, though, as the blond grabbed his cloak and pulled him down to the van's floor. The puppeteer could feel the diamond's sharp edges dig into his back as he leaned against the mountain of potato sacks.
Deidara straddled him and then pressed his lips hard against the other's. Wooden hands pulled viciously on golden locks.
The puppeteer let the blond have his moment of domination before flipping him over and working to remove all the clothes that were in his way.
And as Sasori gave Deidara what he so desperately craved for, someone else was lurking through the shadows- crawling out of burned wood and decaying bodies. Dark eyes darted from body to body- their skin crisp and black, thier bones turned to ash.
There was only one thought going through the man's mind: revenge.
The man looked at the golden band stationed on his finger, the once lustrous surface now dull and grey with ash- just how his wife's body must be.
The red headed Akatsuki member took the thing that he loved most in life. And after hearing his little love confession that he thought was falling on deaf ears, he know knew what the red head lived for.
And with that in mind, the man limped down the road with one sick fantasy playing in his head: chopping the blond boy into tiny pieces and shoving the thick chunks of flesh and muscle down the red head's throat.
A/N: DUN. DUN. DUNNNN.
Hehe. Dei gets turned on by blood and explosions ;D
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