"What? How can you not know how to fly? I don't mean to sound rude here, Angel, kun, but...isn't it kind of natural for you, un?" Deidara burst out in return, shaking his head in disbelief. He knew she never mentioned or used her abilities around Bokun because he didn't know and if he did then he would have done something about it—something bad—but he had thought that if she showed Bokun something, or at least knew that he wouldn't get on at her for...was her wings.

But now that she had said that, he was beginning to think the extent of Bokun's hold was more than he had first thought, and still blinking in surprise he added,

"But you flew when I first saw you in the hallway."

Knowing that this was going to happen the moment she said it, Angel looked away, closing her eyes tightly to shut his disbelieving face out, hoping he wasn't thinking she was pathetic and completely stupid for not knowing how to use the wings she had had all her life, she sighed and opened them again a second later, replying,

"Well, yeah...but that was up for a few seconds onto the higher banister. It wasn't a full on flying over lakes or over long periods of time. I've only flown a little bit; like around the mansion. I know the mansion is huge, but I never really got a chance to use my wings anywhere else. Bokun didn't want anyone else to see them."

Now Deidara's face fell, and his worries were proved right. Not only had he pretty much been forcefully keeping her there, hitting her when things didn't go his way, but he'd been mentally abusing her for the same amount of time. So now not only was she really scared that he'd come back to hurt them all, but she was going to be so much more cautious—maybe even hesitant—at flying again than she should have been. And never wanting Angel to feel like she had to keep anything from him, he moved even closer, pulling up his chair right next to the bed, and took her other hand in his, giving Angel no choice but to look at him, her eyes creased with worry and doubt aimed towards herself. So smiling softly back at her, Deidara responded,

"You don't need to hide them anymore, Angel-kun, un. Like Leader-danna said, he's not going to rule over you like Bokun did. So you don't need to be ashamed of them. They're beautiful. They—"

Stopping himself from saying anymore, he looked down, blushing as he realised what he was about to divulge, but knew he would have to say something as Angel asked what was wrong with his sudden ending. With her being as worried as she was, he didn't want to make it any worse, and sighing, looked up, the blush never fading, a pure sheepish look plastered across his face as he went on quietly,

"Well...I mean...your wings, un. I always thought you got your nickname...because you know, you look an angel when you have your wings unfolded. Just...really beautiful, un."

"Okay." She instantly replied, her face utterly red as she said it, but pressed on even as Deidara looked back at questioned with a look of utter shock,

"What?"

"I'll try. If you believe I can do it." She stated timidly, but grinned back at him as he comforted,

"No. I know you can do it."

Smiling at each other, they both opted to go and get something to eat, and though Deidara was asking constantly if she was okay, she convinced him she was okay and he didn't have to carry her, and continued on into the kitchen. Laughing out loud at the appearance of pretty much everyone in there, Angel waved a greeting and said hi, as Deidara led her forward, allowing them all to introduce themselves to her. Kisame said he—along with Itachi and Sasori—had gone back and got her clothes, so she'd be able to change out of the baggy stuff—which actually belonged to Itachi—off and back into her normal clothes. Thanking him and the others, both she and Deidara sat down and ate, talking as they went.

And of course, naturally, their talk turned to her training, and Kisame offered to train her first, and start today instead of tomorrow. As Angel remained adamant that she was fine, Kisame shrugged, agreed to it, though turned to Deidara to see if he was okay, and asked if he was a little too worried about her to let her start training right now. Deidara was trying to accept the fact he was going to have to let her train with them all, and out of everyone there, he didn't mind Kisame going first. So inwardly sighing, he shook his head with a grin, looking over at Angel to reply,

"No. I trust her if she says she's fine. And if she's not, un, then it's her own fault, un."

Glaring at him and throwing him a light punch, he laughed and let it be, watching as a few minutes later she finished eating and left with Kisame to the outside, tapping his fingers on the table as he did so. He'd be letting her train with the others, yes, but...he wouldn't be able to fully let her go yet. But Angel was concentrating on the training ahead of her. Her excitement was pouring through every fibre in her body, and adrenalin was pumping through her veins. She couldn't wait to get started; something which Kisame could tell as he stopped in a clearing and faced her. Though they didn't have a training program, they both figured they should start with the basics, and their training began.

Angel found it tiring and hard, but it was more than rewarding enough. She'd train on one aspect of something, using simple water techniques, only to find as she finished attacking with one another ability would leap out of her. It wasn't just Kisame who was astonished by her powers. He was already surprised enough at how quickly she was catching on. Sure, she wouldn't be finished in one day, but she was still progressing enough for her training with him only needing to last a couple of days. No doubt when she moved onto one of the others she would follow in much the same way. When Leader had said she would excel at whatever training she was given, he had nodded, but figured her to take a while to get to know her powers, but then once she was in control of a certain aspect of it, she would become like Itachi, and turn into a genius.

In some parts of her abilities, she still was like that; not understanding how to use or control them. These were the ones they'd be working on the most, but overall, she'd made a huge leap in progress. By now it was sunset, and Angel wasn't the only one out of breath at the end of the training session. Sliding to a halt, he decided himself that it was time to stop for the night, and coming to offer her a hand, he made sure to check her over, just in case any of her injuries had become worse through the training. Luckily, none of them had, so she just stood and thanked him for training her, asking if it would be okay to do the same tomorrow. Kisame grinned and laughed, shaking off the politeness of her request and replied,

"Yeah. You don't need to ask. You'll be finished with me in a couple of days anyway, and you'll be up and flying in no time!"

Kisame flashed one last grin at her before continuing on into the hideout, leaving Angel behind to pick up her weapons. But now she couldn't bring herself to do so. What Kisame had said had only brought about memories of her conversation with Deidara about her wings, and now she realised that everyone wanted her to learn how to fly again. Closing her eyes in irritation, she looked to the skies, knowing they'd keep mentioning it, expecting her to one day open her wings and fly around to show them. But something was holding her back. She knew what it was, but she just didn't want to think about it. It would stop her from sleeping. Stop her from truly getting on with her life.

Because if she learnt how to fly again, Bokun would come back.