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Beethoven Virus (Korean Drama) For The Win.

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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.

Hinata and Deidara jumped a little, letting go of each other and scooting away. Neji stared at the two of them, glaring almost. "Hinata, who's this?" he asked. His tone was unpleasant. Hinata tilted her head away from his gaze to the floor. "A-A friend…" She said. Neji glanced at Deidara for half a second, then back at Hinata. "What is he doing in your room?" Hinata stayed silent. "Moreover, how did he get in here?" There was no response, and Neji walked over to where they sat. Deidara stood up, putting a hand on Neji's shoulder.

"Sir, Mr. Hyuga. My apologies for this situation. My name is Deidara –"

"You be quiet. Hinata, did he do anything to you?" Neji asked, worried. He pressed a hand against her face, her head, her shoulders, to see if she was okay. "I-I'm fine, Dad. Deidara-san's a good person; he wouldn't hurt me." Neji glanced at Deidara again, taking note of his distinct features. He leaned closer to Hinata, whispering in her ear, "Is he a vampire?" she nodded, and Neji took in a sharp breath of surprise. He cleared his throat, standing straight and turning to Deidara.

"Ahem, Deidara, was it?" he asked, anger in his tone. Deidara nodded, biting his lip. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave. And please, do not return in the near future." Deidara nodded again. "My… My apologies, Mr. Hyuga. I'll be sure it never happens again." The three stood there, swimming in the silent tension.

"I-I'll escort him to the door." Hinata quickly stood up, grabbed Deidara's arm and walked out of the room. "H-Hey…" Neji made a motion to stop them, but they were already walking down the hall.

"Hinata-san… Hinata-san, was that really okay?" Deidara asked, stepping out the front door. "I-It's okay. Dad's just overprotective is all." Hinata glanced back down the hall to see if anyone was watching. "Heh. Really…" Deidara laughed softly. Hinata smiled at him, marveling at his overwhelming look of relief. She pulled him by the scarf and kissed his cheek. "We can't get caught next time, okay?" she whispered, giggling a bit at his dumbfounded expression. "H-H-Hinata-san-"

"Deidara-san. I want to know everything. What are you thinking? What are you feeling? What do you want to do? What… What did we have… before? I want to know it all." Hinata said, smoothing out his scarf and patting it. Deidara's eyes were wide with surprise. "Please. Come back anytime." He bit his lip, deciding on his next action.

"Hinata-san."

He brushed some of her hair aside and kissed her forehead. "S… Sleep well." He murmured before backing away and down the walkway. Hinata blushed darkly, watching him until Neji called her back to her room.

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The car finally drove up the road. Sasori hadn't moved an inch. It wasn't until Deidara stepped out of the car that Sasori walked. He stomped in front of Deidara and kissed him as hard as he could. He led him back into the house.

Deidara shoved him away.

"Sasori… What are you doing?" he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Sasori took off Deidara's jacket and scarf. "I love you, Deidara. You know that, don't you?" he pushed him down to the couch, straddling him and removing his sweater. Deidara tried getting him off, but to no avail. "I love you to death. Do you love me, my Deidara?" He kissed him again. He kissed him over and over again. Deidara turned and pinned him down.

"Why are you doing this, Sasori?" he asked, annoyed.

"I'm angry with you, my Deidara." Sasori responded, still trying to get Deidara's clothes off. "Why?"

Sasori gave up on his vest, letting his arms drop down to the floor. "You don't love me." He said softly. "Sasori, I never loved you that way. You don't have to get angry about anything." Deidara sighed, getting off of him. Sasori remained on the floor. "Then how do you explain all those things we've done? In bed? Some other place in the house where we've kissed or hugged or whatever? How can you say that you don't love me when we've made it almost ten times in each doable spot in the house?" He sat up and sprang to his feet. He walked over to Deidara, who was hanging his tossed clothes on the coat hanger.

"How can you not love me when I've allowed you to fuck me so many times?" he was so blunt about it.

Deidara paused about it. "All those times… All those times, you've forced me into it." He said softly. Sasori scoffed. "Sure, I did. But admit it, you enjoyed it. Every second." They were silent for a while. "You've found your Hinata again. You're happy, aren't you? What about me? What do I have when you leave me for her?" Sasori felt something roll down his cheek. A tear. A hundred year old tear. Deidara noticed it and wiped it away quickly.

"Don't cry, Sasori. It makes you look human." Sasori gritted his teeth. More tears fell from his eyes. "How can I stop?" he furiously wiped his eyes. "I won't stop trying to fuck you if you don't tell me what I gain when you end up with Hinata." He said, grabbing Deidara's arm. He pulled him into a roughly passionate kiss, pressing as hard as he could. He was pushed back. "Stop this, Sasori." He said, still holding that calm. Sasori kept trying. "Are you thinking!? I'll ask again – what will I get when you go to her!? That whore!" He pounded on Deidara's chest.

Deidara held Sasori's arms still. Sasori didn't look up at him or tell him to stop. He just stood there. "Are… Are you done…?" Deidara asked. Sasori nodded, leaning on Deidara for support. "I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble." Deidara said, letting go of Sasori's wrists and moving to rest on his shoulders. Sasori backed away a little. "I'm going to my room." He said bitterly, walking away and down the hall. Deidara sighed, busying himself with random chores around the house.

And it was when he was cleaning that he was reminded of Hinata.

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Deidara went to Hinata's house the following night. He parked his car a few blocks down and entered through the window, which Hinata left open. When he arrived, he was slightly disappointed that she wasn't wearing the same, cough, skimpy pajamas she wore the night before. This time she was dressed in jeans and a slightly formal dress shirt. It gave no justice to her womanly curves that he was just now noticing on her.

"Deidara-san!" she greeted in a whisper, walking up to him. He smiled a little at her, walking over to sit on her bed. "Why so dressed up today?" he asked. She sat beside him, holding his hand. "I dunno. I guess I was thinking of sneaking out, but I don't want to cause you too much trouble, so… yeah." she studied his hand, running her fingers over his palm and fingers. She tried warming it up a little as well. He watched her fascination for a little, thinking back to when he first met Hinata in this vampire version of himself.

"I have a proposal for you." He began, closing his eyes and gathering his thoughts. Hinata nodded. "In return for your life, you become our maid. You'll clean, cook, and take care of any tasks we ask of you. And also, you'll have this room as your own. We here won't enter without your permission, nor will we change anything while you're busy tending to the mansion." Hinata thought about it for a minute or so, thinking that being alive was a little better than being torn apart limb from limb by a vampire. So she nodded in agreement, and took the man's hand when he extended it to her. It was ice cold, if not colder.

Hinata, feeling concerned for the incredibly cold man, grasped both hands over his. He looked confused, but curiosity kept him still. She rubbed his hands and breathed on them, waiting for them to warm up. He soon realized what she was doing and chuckled a little. Gently, he pulled his hand away. "You can do that for a hundred years and they'll still be as cold as this." He said. Hinata looked worried for a moment, but returned to normal when she calmed herself.

"Deidara-san?"

Deidara looked at her, suddenly pulled out of his thoughts. "Y-Yes?" he replied awkwardly. "Are you alright?" She gave him a concerned look, tilting her head to the side. "Oh…" He looked down at their hands. She was gripping his hands tightly, with worry. "I'm… I was just thinking." He said, a thoughtful look on his face. Hinata leaned closer, paying close attention to him. "What about…?" she inquired. He shook his head. "It's nothing."

They sat in silence for a while, until Deidara decided to end it. "What are we doing tonight, Hinata?" he asked. "Um… I don't know. What do you feel like doing?" Hinata leaned back a little, propping herself up on her elbows. Deidara thought a moment, looking her up and down. He shook his head furiously at one idea. Hinata looked at him curiously.

"Maybe… we should… pick up from where we left off yesterday…?"

Hinata blushed a dark red, sitting back up. She looked away from him in embarrassment. "I-I mean, only if you want to. It was just a suggestion." Deidara reassured. "I mean, I thought it was awfully rude to have been interrupted last time…" he trailed off, giving up on the idea completely. Hinata thought for a while, then looked up at him. "A-Are you sure that… you want to…?" she asked shyly. Deidara slowly wrapped an arm around her. "…Yes."

Deidara leaned towards her slowly, in case he still scared her to some degree. She relaxed a little in his arms, closing her eyes and puckering her lips a bit. He chuckled softly, then kissed her as gently as he could. His eyes slowly closed as well, caressing her lips with his until she pushed him away for air. She panted softly, a hand over her heart to calm it down. She was bright red and avoiding all eye contact with him.

"D-D-Deidara-san…" she began, not really knowing what she was about to say. Deidara leaned his head on hers and sighed, smiling. "Hinata-san… thank you." He whispered, kissing her head. She blushed even darker, shutting her eyes tightly. "I-I-It's n-nothing." She managed.

The clock struck two.

Deidara sat up, brushing the hair away from her face. He smiled. He left. Hinata stared after him, listening to the car and the sound of it driving away.

She was in love.

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Hinata couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. She danced around her room until she got tired, sitting in front of the mirror. She got incredibly drunk on happiness. She figured that that was the explanation for her reflection talking to her.

"Hello? Hinata-san?"

Hinata nodded, giggling a bit.

"Hi. I'm the old Hinata. How are you?"

"I'm in love with Deidara-san." Hinata smiled. So did her reflection.

"That's good. Where did he go?"

"I dunno. Home I guess. I hope he comes back tomorrow…" Hinata giggled to herself.

"Oh. Okay. It's totally fine to fall in love with him. He wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"I know he wouldn't…" Hinata sighed wistfully, dreamily.

"How is… Neji doing?"

"Neji? You mean Dad? He's overprotective as always. But I love him anyway." Hinata stretched and yawned.

"Have you met Sasori yet?"

"Nope…" She began to fall asleep, laying down on the ground.

"-giggle- Falling asleep now, huh?"

"Yeah… I guess so…" Hinata closed her eyes.

"I love Deidara too…"

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Many nights passed, and each one Deidara was there. He eventually asked Hinata out one day, despite the sulking vampire back at his house. They were going out to dinner, and then walking it off at the park. Traditionally, Deidara picked Hinata up at her house. In secret, of course.

"Are you cold? They do say it's going to snow tonight." Deidara asked, wrapping his scarf around her. She giggled, wrapping the scarf around him as well. They kissed briefly. "I'm fine. It's winter every day with you around." She leaned on him, smiling. "Oh. Erm… Sorry." Deidara said awkwardly. "I meant that in a good way." Hinata playfully hit him on the chest, leading him to the car by pulling on his scarf.

"The sky is clear today, huh?" Hinata commented, leaning her head out the window a bit to see the stars. "Don't do that; you might lose your head." Deidara tugged her back into the safety of the car. She leaned on him instead, and he kissed her head. "You like the cold, Hinata?" he asked. "Only when it's you." A blush, a giggle, and he chuckled softly.

They made it to the restaurant, eating and talking idly about silly little things. They enjoyed themselves very much. They did walk in the park, enjoying the silence and each other's company. He returned her before dawn, not leaving a single hint of their night out.

"Sorry to have kept you out so late. You can't get much sleep like this." Deidara apologized softly, kissing her head. "It was totally my idea. I'm fine. I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Hinata leaned up to kiss him fully on the lips. "Of course. Good bye, Hinata-san." He left, and Hinata fell asleep.

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A knocking on a door.

Silence.

More knocking.

"Go away."

"You can't expect to stay in there forever."

"We have forever. Why don't you want to spend it with me?"

"I've found someone else to spend it with."

"Hah. She won't last a fraction of forever."

"I'll find a way… I can just…"

"She won't accept to it."

"There's still a chance. I can try biting her and –"

"Stop that."

More silence.

Retreating footsteps.

The night goes on.

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