I'd Rather be in Narnia.
Disclaimer: Heh, I'm not gonna say. Nope. NEVAH AGAIN!
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
It was all mundane to him, the sounds of the hospital. Oh, how many times he's been in this very situation. He was never very careful.
"Deidara! How many times have I told you? You are too young to be taking the wheels off your bicycle!" His mother exclaimed, while picking up the five-year-old him, and helping him into the house.
"Sorry mommy, I wasn't paying attention."
"Deidara! Look what you've gone and done now! You broke your leg, come on let's get you to the hospital." His mother sighed at the seven-year-old.
"Sorry mommy, I didn't want to hit the kitty."
"Deidara, honestly! I tell you not to go anywhere because you leg is still tender and, what do you do? You go running off and get your leg re-fractured!" His mother sighed, only weeks after he broke his leg.
"Sorry mommy, I don't like sitting around."
"Deidara Iwa! I can't believe you! Did you really jump off that bridge!" His mother exclaimed, and ten-year-old Deidara glared harshly at her.
"Say I did, mom. All the kids are doing it, it's perfectly safe." He snorted, watching as tears of anger welled up in his moms icy blue eyes.
"Go to your room Deidara." She whispered, pointing down the hall.
"Whatever." He stalked off.
Deidara glanced around himself, hating the feel of the hospital. It gave him memories he didn't want. Things always went wrong in hospitals, for him anyway.
Deidara was in a hospital room, but this time it wasn't for him. A body lay stock-still on the bed, white as the sheets. The heart meter was blaring the flat line siren, but he couldn't move.
Her face was clammy, cold. Her dirty blonde hair stuck to her face, her blue eyes were rolled back in her head.
A nurse suddenly broke into the room, staring wildly around, then shoved him out of the room, calling out for a crew to come and try to bring her back.
Deidara was in a state of shock. He walked to the waiting room, found a dark, isolated corner and slid down the wall, hugging his knees to himself.
He could still hear the shouts of the nurses and doctors, the haunting screech from the machine tracking his mothers heartbeat from where he sat. He closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth.
He didn't notice that tears had started pouring down his face until he felt them drip onto his arm. He sobbed quietly, unable to keep it in. Many patients and other people in the waiting room looked at him in curiosity, sympathy, and disgust.
He didn't care though, he just didn't care.
"Uh, hello." A shy voice broke into his conscious, seeming to break the trance. He could no longer hear shouting or anything. He slowly opened his watery as and was instantly lost in two pools of soft chocolate brown eyes.
"…" Deidara didn't say anything, he didn't want to.
"I know you," She grinned cheekily, and he found it cute. "You're in my class! You probably don't know me, I'm pretty quiet. But I saw you and I just wanted to say, whatever happened, I'm sorry." And then she leaned forward and hugged him gently. That was all he needed.
He hugged her bag tightly, a soft sob ripping up his throat.
Unlike most girls, she didn't pull away when he started crying all over her, but pulled him closer and patted his hair and shushed him.
He wondered where a ten-year-old girl had learned to comfort people so well, but later learned she'd dealt with a lot of death and she treated him the way she wished people would treat her.
After he had stopped crying, Deidara made her promise to never tell a soul that he had cried, he had a bad boy reputation, after all.
He learned her name was Yuki Tsuga, and she was the daughter of a very famous actress. She didn't talk about her father, so he didn't ask.
After that afternoon in the hospital, they became best friends, and Deidara took to calling her Angel. She had come and rescued him from the pain, and in his eyes, she was a perfect angel.
When they were fourteen, they started dating and Deidara had never felt happier. But then the need had came, the need that ruined everything. He needed to have her, to be with her, on a level she wasn't ready for.
So he snuck around her back and used other girls, got what he wanted and still kept his perfect Angel. Until the new girl came around when he was fifteen.
Dakota. The very name set him off. Anger and arousal, and something deeper ran through his veins, he just didn't know what to do about her. He'd never felt like that before. Like he wanted to hit her, then take her, then just lay with her for the rest of his life.
It wasn't like that all the time though. When they were alone, all he wanted to do was talk. He didn't often get urges, he just liked her general presence. Recently, he'd been having those dreaded needs though, and what he needed was her.
But Yuki had come along and seen him trying to woo her into it. Now he didn't have either of them and all that he was left with was his own thoughts.
God, I am so STUPID! He yelled at himself inwardly, glaring down at the pillow in his hands.
His blue eyes glanced around the room again and stopped on a box cutter sitting almost harmlessly on the bedside table.
"I shouldn't…" He trailed off.
A/N: I realize it's super short! But I didn't feel the need for a long chapter. It's just Deidara thinking. For once. I understand some of the earlier chapters might not mesh well with the later ones, but there's a big time gap between them, and I didn't like the way the story was going before. So sue me if it doesn't flow, the later chapters are the ones to listen to.
I must apologize for the severe overuse of the linebreak. Forgive me, but it was the only way to seperate the flashbacks without having them mesh together in an unsightly manner. I'm sorry.
The drama llama has begun to rear it's ugly head, and I'm going to let it. :D