Deidara was currently unbound, and stood before Mochihiro, with a blade trained on his neck by Kazumi. He had been there for at least ten minutes, silence had taken over his mouth, as the question was repeated again, and again, and again.
"Dei-kun, just tell us! You might be able to go back to The Morons quicker if you do" Kazumi suggested. Deidara frowned, he wasn't happy at the Akatsuki's new nickname – The Morons – it didn't have the same ring to it. Again Deidara shook his head, earning a slap from another ifriend/i on his right. His face was numb now, and his legs were aching and getting cramped for being stood up too long. They wanted to know how much explosive to use to complete the U-stak mission-it didn't seem like it was a major problem, but they needed this most of all, and only Deidara knew. He was like a person setting the timer on a bomb, once its set, it counts down till detonation. Once Deidara tells them, it's only a matter of time before most of the land miles around them were burnt and lifeless.
"You always were good at keeping things locked up inside you Deidara, that's why we trusted you so much"
"I gathered that un" Deidara had said three statements in ten minutes, 'Hello un' 'Ow!' (If that could be counted) 'Idiot' and 'I gathered that un'. It was by know clear that Deidara wasn't going to speak without force or some sort of bribery, so for the moment, they tied him back up, making his rope burns around his wrist hurt again, and taped his mouth up – and his hand mouths.
"You're all idiots un!" He growled. He knew there was no point in fighting back, at least not until he had a suitable plan.
"Shush now Dei" Kazumi replaced the blindfold around the blonds head, pulling it purposefully tighter at the back. "You might get yourself into more trouble than necessary"
"Pfff! Yeah right un!" He earned a slap on the head before Kazumi walked off, leaving Deidara in silence. i'Plan un. Need a friggin' plan! Danna wont be happy if I don't have a plan. I miss him…Danna un'/i
bSasori pov/b
"Damnit Brat!" Sasori punched the wall for the fifth time that day. His fingers were chipped, and his face had now been moulded into a frown. "Idiotic blonde – you friggin iidiot!/i" Sasori kicked over the bedside table, and sat down on his new bed. It was only temporary, until he got his room back from being refurbished; he was staying in this room. He ran his chipped fingers through his crimson hair, before breathing in calmly, and rubbing his face. "Careless, always so careless" Sasori bit his lip in thought. There had to be a way they could find Deidara, or track him, or … isomething!!/i Konan came in with a glass of sake without knocking. i'How rude'/i Sasori thought.
"Probably not the best thing for your mood right now, but still…" She handed him the glass and he gulped it down, giving her a brief nod in thanks. "We all know you miss him-"
"I don't miss him! I'm pissed off at the fact he was so bloody careless! He shouldn't have let it happen! bWE/b shouldn't have let it happen!"
"Sasori-"
"Don't tell me to calm down!" He practically yelled at Konan. He stood up suddenly, but Konan was still a good few inches taller.
"I wasn't going to. You know we all feel the same but we aint' moping around breaking things! We want him back Sasori, you're no different right? It's not as if you have feelings for him or anything right? It's not as if you love him? So stop being a friggin' bastard and find a way to help!" Sasori was taken aback at this. The words 'I do' were about to fall out of his mouth as Konan spoke, but he restrained them.
"I will" He spat. His jaw and fists were clenched. "And what iexactly/i are iyou/i doing to help him?"
"I sent butterflies out to look for tracks or traces iactually!/i" She spun on her heel, heading towards the door. She opened it slightly, then turned around to face him. "You're so cold hearted Sasori, you don't let anyone in. I don't understand. He was always special to you, Deidara. You cared for him the moment you saw him, we all noticed that. But now this has happened, its like you don't want to know any more, like you just want to forget everything, your friendship I mean. He needs you puppet boy, and like it or not, you uare/u gonna' help him" With that, she stormed out and slammed the door.
"I AM HELPING HIM!" He yelled, before kicking the closest box to him, breaking it, watching with memories as Deidara's remaining things fell out.
bFlashback/b
Sasori and Deidara had just had an argument. It wasn't a petty one about their art, but a serious one. Sasori had almost got seriously injured on one of their recent missions, due to Deidara's 'sleeping habits'. Sasori blamed Deidara heavily. Deidara had recently been sleeping in a lot, and he was too tired and exhausted to do anything to help his red headed partner. He was scolded when they reached the base.
"Sorry un! But if you didn't-" That earned him another slap around the face. Deidara's face tightened, as he glared at his partner, determined not to show any fear or sadness, or pain.
"Maybe if you didn't hit me every night un I wouldn't have to spend all my time-" A lamp was thrown at Deidara catching him off guard. Sasori flew at him, pinning him against the floor, throwing hard and severe punches at his blonde 'friend'.
"I hate you! Why won't that process through your blonde head?!" Sasori stood up, kicked Deidara once in the stomach, watching as blood was choked out of his system. Deidara sat up on one elbow, looking at his partner, his cerulean eyes piercing the crimson ones. "You always get in my way, you never train when you're supposed to, and you always, balways/b play with those stupid play dough bombs! They're a pathetic excuse for art Brat!"
"Its clay you wooden headed brainless…" Deidara thought for a second. "Twat!" Sasori laughed at this.
"Fine. If that's the best you can do…" He leaned down to the blonde, so close their noses were almost touching. "…Brat" Deidara bit his lip as the familiar sharp pain shot across his stomach. The warm blood trickled down his sides, and around to his back. He could already feel the carpet beneath him getting blood-soaked. "You need to learn… A lot more than moulding and bombs" The sharp pain stopped for a second, and Deidara savoured this moment, closing his eyes, breathing in, hoping his Danna wouldn't see the tears. Then it began again, only this time, further up his stomach. It was a habit Sasori had gotten into, beating his partner before going to sleep – well, working on his puppets. Funny thing was, the Brat let him, he never fought back. Never, not once. Once Sasori had finished beating Deidara, and the blonde had gotten his wounds cleaned up, Sasori watched as Deidara clambered into bed, pain evident in his face.
"Lesson learned Brat?"
"I guess un…Night Danna, sleep well" The blonde turned out the light, leaving Sasori to tend to his puppets in the darkness.
bEnd of flashback/b
i'I didn't help him – I never helped him…'/i Sasori realised. i'I did that, hoping he'd realise that he was bsupposed/b to fight back, but he never did. He was supposed to get stronger, not weaker, and I blamed him! It was my fault, yet I blamed him'/i Sasori fell to the floor, waiting for the tears that wouldn't come. "What did I do to you?"