The third update to make up for my lazy arse XD Please review guys! All criticism is appreciated!
~~||~~||~~ Deidara's PoV ~~||~~||~~
Of course there was something wrong with this whole thing. I wouldn't be sitting here with bleeding puncture wounds in my chest – they didn't do any damage to my internal organs (Sasori no Danna wasn't quite that psychotic yet), but that didn't stop Kuni from going almost hysterical.
Hah, it was funny as to how often she was the one cleaning up my wounds, even the smallest ones I wouldn't have given a damn about.
Kuni was silent for the moment, biting her soft lips, her hair falling constantly into her eyes. She stood up, frowning. "You shut up and stay down! I'm getting the medicine kit!"
She pushed me firmly back into the pillows and proceeded to storm around the room, moving random items and achieving absolutely nothing with it. It was… downright funny, to be honest, a laugh bubbling in my throat as I watched her. Still, the humour did nothing to stop the edge of worry.
"Honestly!" She yelled suddenly, whirling around and placing her hands on her hips. "What were you thinking?"
I sighed as I tried to think of a plausible explanation. Nothing came, and I resorted to punching the pillow into more comfortable shapes as a way to bide my time. This was not supposed to happen.
"Deidara, stop that. You'll only hurt yourself more." She ordered. "I mean, more than you will making bombs go off around you!"
Hey, it wasn't my fault Sasori had decided to get revenge on me for not killing you.
Earlier that day...
~~||~~||~~ Kuni's PoV ~~||~~||~~
Doves – dozens of them, their wings edged in lacy paper, every colour imaginable. I don't know how many I had made, or for how long I had been making them for – just that my tiny room was a burst of hues. Even the purple and red light cast from Test Number 33's lone sun catcher (I had hung it up in hopes of adding to the collection one day) was lost in the blues and greens and pinks. There was a piece of paper in my lap, depicting Konan-san's diagrams on how to make the tiny birds. A thick silver ribbon threaded onto a bone needle was a little too close to my toes for comfort, but I had gotten into a rhythm and didn't want to break it.
"OI!" A loud voice startled me just as an enormous shadow flitted over the skylight. What was that? It had looked like some huge, slightly misshapen bird, but that may just be because I had been folding those things all morning. But the voice…
"HEY!" Another yell – that seemed to come from, well, above me. It wasn't as loud as the last one, but the flashes of bright orange and green that accompanied it made me stand up in quite a hurry. I stepped carefully around the paper birds and (avoiding the needle) hurried out – but to where exactly, I didn't know.
In fact, it struck me for the first time that even after two months here I had no idea how to get out. I don't think I registered quite how twisted that was – that I had simply been transferred from one cage to another – because the flashes of green and orange persisted. They were vaguely familiar shades, but they were too far away to be sure. (A/N: I feel strange writing this. Wonder how you guys are faring.)
Okay. There was no way out. Nothing. Nada. Why was I so curious anyway? The voice had disappeared, and apart from satisfying my own curiosity there was no point in running around. I still didn't feel too good either.
That last thought again dragged my eyes down to my stomach – my slightly smaller stomach, and a lump to form in my throat. It had been surprisingly easy to stop starving myself – but I still couldn't help thinking about what would've happened had I kept going that way. Had Deidara-sama not spoken up.
...Wait. There was a way out.
Shit, so maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I scrabbled uselessly against the grass, the lower half of my body dangling into empty space, and the crate had fallen over. No WAY was I letting Deidara-sama find me in this hopeless position again.
Oh my god, I was going to be stuck here for all eternity.
Still, it was nice to feel the air against my face, feel the long grass brush against me and to smell the heady perfume of the earth. I wouldn't mind staying here—ah, no, my ribs were starting to hurt badly.
I wriggled and corkscrewed a bit, realising that maybe I wasn't as thin as I thought I was. Grabbing the tuffets of weeds I hoisted myself up, panting like anything and just laying there with my cheek squashed against the daisies.
BOOM! The ground reverberated beneath me (my face, to be precise), and I jumped up when I heard a loud – a familiar – laugh. Quickening my pace, my feet struggled to find purchase against the dew-slickened slope as my eyes soaked in the sight presented before me.
My jaw dropped.
It was a wide valley beneath me, formed by two low-lying hills on either side and a third on which I stood - no, hid, instinctively ducking behind the long grass and drinking in the extraordinary sight. One figure stood still on the ground, red hair fluttering in the breeze. Sasori. The other hovered high above the ground on a giant white bird made of some chalky substance. Deidara-sama. I squinted, trying to figure out what was going on as, for some reason, my heart started pounding.
Wrenching my eyes away from the sight of Deidara-sama on a gargantuan bird, I tried to take in the whole picture. It was then I noticed the mass of auras above Sasori's head – about nine different ones, tethered there by thin orange strands that extended from the redhead's fingers. Puppets. It was silent, like something out of stories, their gazes fixed on each other's – but then Sasori's head turned ever so slightly to the right, like he knew I was there… Deidara-sama's hands drew up and together, his face lighting up, and I realised what was going to happen. I don't know exactly how, but I clapped my hands over my ears just the same.
It was a good thing I did too.
Boom! Boom! Boom! (A/N: I feel like a hyperactive three-year-old boy playing with action figures right now. Just to let you know) More explosions – this time, I could see the flames and feel the heat and air rush over me. A whimper escaped my lips as Deidara-sama laughed in what could only be described as ecstasy, throwing his arms out as sending scores of tiny white bullets – they were clay, I realised – towards Sasori's puppets, where they detonated in bursts of fire and noise.
Sasori, on the other hand, was still and silent, though his stance was set, poised, like he was meant to start a race and was waiting for the signal. His fingers barely moved at all, just enough to ensure the puppets didn't disintegrate under Deidara-sama's fire. I tried to figure out what his strategy was – in fact, what his weapons were, apart from a bunch of wooden dolls.
It didn't take long to find out.
A hiss cut through the air as hundreds and hundred of needles – long, thick ones glinting with purple fluid – shot towards Deidara-sama, who barely managed to avoid them. In fact, I don't think he meant to avoid them at all, but suddenly changed his mind. He ducked a few feet lower, now at the same level as the hill-tops. "POISON?" he yelled, eyes wide. "Danna, what the HELL, UN?"
"Shut up and concentrate, brat!" Sasori spat back. What the hell? Why was Deidara-sama calling this fifteen-year-old 'danna'? And why was Sasori using POISON?
It was one massive mess of steel and fire and it was all too much to bear. I kept low behind the crest of the hill, watching the grass turn from green to black every time one of Deidara-sama's mines blew up. What was this, anyway? A… a practice? A game? A fight?
The last one struck me and suddenly, everything was a lot more serious. I crossed my fingers, my eyes fixed on Deidara-sama. He was even lower now, his bird a little worn-looking, with Sasori's puppets descending on him. I followed the threads back to Sasori – to his hands, more like. There was something a little off here. Something that didn't quite make sense…
Like why were there only nine puppets? Why not go all out and have ten? Sasori used one finger for each puppet, which left the little finger on his right hand free. As Deidara-sama moved just a little bit lower, it twitched.
I sensed it a second before it happened. A small golden blur behind Deidara-sama. Every fibre of my being wanted to yell out, to warn him of the puppet behind him, but no. I just stood there, transfixed, immobile, as a dozen needles - god, those were no way in hell needles - peppered into his skin, the force knocking him off his bird.
The next thing I registered were my feet racing, knees skidding against the downwards slope, furious words ripped from my lips as Sasori calmly strode over to where Deidara-sama lay facedown.
"You need to keep focused, brat. Your thoughts are wandering." Your thoughts are wandering? That's all he could say to person who fell nearly nine metres after being stabbed by two dozen projectiles?
"Deidara!" I dropped to my knees. "Deidara, are you alright?"
"Mmmm…" he moaned. "All good. What are you doing here, un?" One bright blue eye peered at me, accompanied by half a smirk, and that was enough to send my heart palpitating.
"Never you mind." It seemed like the easiest answer. "You stay there till I tell you to move!" And then I turned to face Sasori. He was looking at me impassively, disdainful, and suddenly, I was very, very annoyed.
"You." I pointed at him.
"Me." He shrugged.
"Don't give me that tone, Sasori!"
"It's all about how you perceive it, actually." He sounded bored, and turned away.
"What I perceive from this situation is that you need a reality check! Apologize to Deidara now!"
"He's perfectly alright. You may go."
"No! Who do you think you are, dismissing me? Frankly, I don't care one bit about whether you eat the food I make for you but when you hurt my friends and act an absolute jerk, I get really pissed off. Get it?"
"W—" A smirked laced his lips, and I cringed in spite of myself.
"Shut up, Sasori." Deidara-sama spoke from behind us, staggering to his feet. "Come on Kuni, let's go back." His arm found mine and tugged me away.
I cast one look back. Sasori looked like he had just been slapped.
(A/N: Back to the present. Enough flash-backing for me)
"Hey," Deidara-sama's voice brought me back to reality as I grabbed the salve (aloe vera would help) and gauze. This was what, the third time I was doing this? Since when did nineteen year olds need so much medical attention?
"What?"
"I just realised… back there, you didn't call me 'Deidara-sama', un." I blushed, glad he was facing away from me. Why had that happened?
"So?"
"I… I don't know." He groaned as I dabbed the aloe vera over the wounds in his back. "What're you doing, un? That stings."
"I'm applying a salve. Can't hurt more than being stabbed in the back, can it?"
"Ouch, that was harsh, Kuni. What's wrong, un?" I didn't answer as I smoothed the gauze over his wounds.
"Turn around." I said shortly. He complied, grinning as my eyes found his… well, his fantastically toned chest.
Holy SHIT.
"Like what you see, un?" He smirked, smiling wolfishly as I went redder than ever before. Kill me now, please.
"N-n-n-no!" But my hands shook along with my voice as I treated the cuts on his front. There was a curious mark on his chest – right above his heart, which looked vaguely like an open, gnashing mouth with swirls for eyes. There was a scar in the centre, which looked like it had been stitched up.
I couldn't help but brush it lightly, and then spent the next few moments battling against my head as to the cause of my audacity. Deidara-sama looked at me curiously, and I stared back, dumfounded. Funny how quickly my attention was diverted.
Deidara-sama reached up… gaze mesmerizing, his hand running down my arm… gripping my hand…pulling me towards him, his lips so close, ever so close…
"You knew, didn't you?"
"Wh—knew what?" I was still in that light headed trance.
"You knew I was going to get hit, un."
BAHAHAHA! A kiss? Now? Really?
You must be kidding.
Lmfao, bad ending aside, I hope you enjoyed that chapter! I had fun writing it – hey, I like writing any chapter including Sasori.
Anyway, PLEASE review! I will love you forever and ever :D
XX Tutti – writer of bad endings