A/N: I hope this chapter doesn't sound...well, weird. Because it was kind of strange to me. I dunno why...it just was.
I wrote this in about an hour, but I proofread it and doubled it in length. (Yay!)
This is my second chapter today, and it's night, and I'm going to sleep soon, so there will be no uploaded chapter tomorrow. I'm working on a seven thousand word one shot, and also working on a long chapter for next time. You might understand why at the end of this chapter. But the main reason that there's two chapters today, is because I am going to Japanese school tomorrow, and I have to wake up at 6 freaking 30 in the morning, and I really don't want to turn on my computer and start updating. BLAH.
Oh, and I also remembered something I wanted to say. I was thinking this story was centered slightly more around Deidara then anyone else. So...uh...I dunno.
Well, on another slice of my pie (life) I have found "leg warmers" for my cosplay for Deidara when I go to Anime Fest. Yay. Now I just have to cut and stitch it so that it will fit around the shoes. The shoes aren't the best, but I cannot find anything else currently. And since I have black hair, I'm going to be wearing a wig. Better go order that thing...
I'll be taking a shitload of pictures there, so you'll see a slideshow of it up on my youtube channel after September 5 sometime. It might take a little bit, but it'll be pretty simple. But only thing is, I might have to use my dad's old camera, since my mom won't probably let me use hers, my sister lost hers, and mine broke...and when I was taking a photojournalism class too. And since his camera is actually pretty good, I probably will be using it. :D
Thank you for the reviews! 3
NinjaPrincessHaruka: Oh, you live near Houston? That's cool. ^^ I have to wait about a month, but then I get to go physco freak. :D It makes me feel better to know I'm not a lazy author...although I am. XD Epic rant there...
SasoxDei: Well, they do have one. :D And that sucks... :( I saw one author back in February who was like, "Anime Con in Kuwait? Holy shit..." but I'm not sure if that was real... :/ But yeah, back in Asia, they really only do it in the "Big Countries" like Japan (obviously), China, South Korea and Singapore.
Kuroui: It's okayz. X) Yeah, I don't like that Kizu guy either...
Random Quote of the Day that I forgot Last Time!:
Everyone has that friend who gets all the boys,
Everyone has that friend who has the coolest clothes,
Everyone has that friend who is too funny,
Everyone has that friend who is so smart.
And then me..
But yeah, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world 3
~mirteeniris from Youtube
Chapter 28: An Opened Reality
Days passed after Kisame and Itachi's makeup, but they never were able to thank the one who did it for them, Deidara.
Why?
Well, you probably know the answer, but for just extra effect, I'm going to tell you in the fucking story anyway.
The first-year female hadn't come to school in three days.
Three whole days.
Konan had called her every morning twice, every afternoon three times, and every night three times, but not a single time was there someone who picked up.
"Nothing?" Pain asked.
Konan hissed at him. "What do you think?" she shot, angrily slamming her phone closed and shoving it into her bag with unneeded forced.
"Fucking bastard..." Hidan muttered.
Itachi stepped forward. "We have to go to her house today. After school."
Kisame raised an eyebrow. "What's with the sudden plan?"
The raven head looked at her boyfriend a moment, but then turned back to the group. "She helped us get back together, and if it wasn't for her, we'd still be in the same position we were four days ago."
"She doesn't deserve this," Kakuzu said.
"No one fucking does," Hidan replied.
"That's why we have to see the man that's the cause of all of this," Itachi explained. "Even if it's going to cost a whole lot, there's no reason we shouldn't do this now."
They agreed, but solemnly.
Everyone took a gulp and a breath.
The house in front of them wasn't very big, but intimidating enough for them to hesitate to knock. But they needed, they had to do this for Deidara.
"Okay..." Konan breathed out. "Are we ready?"
Her hand was on the door curled into a loose fist, shaking tremendously.
They all nodded vigorously, but the excessive head nods cold have been from the unstoppable shaking of their bodies.
"Alright...here goes..."
Konan bit her lip and lifted her fist, and tapped on the door twice loudly.
KNOCK KNOCK
Everyone tensed up after the knocks, waiting for what would happen. Thirty seconds passed, and finally, the door opened very slowly. Their breaths hitched.
The opened door revealed a bearded man with a cigarette in his mouth. He had a large frown, and had a couple of scratches. His hair was dirty blonde and quite messy. He wore blue baggy jeans and a plain dirty white shirt.
"Huh? Who are you kids?" he inquired, his voice raspy and harsh.
Pain was first to speak. He stood up tall, almost leveling himself with the man. "My name's Pain, sir. We're Deidara's friends. She hasn't been to school for three days, and we were wondering if maybe if she was sick. We've been calling a few times, but nobody's been picking up."
The tall, muscular man cracked his neck before he answered. "Well, she ain't here. Who knows where that scoundrel went? That girl's off and about twenty-four seven. Sorry, I don't know."
Pain smiled, thinking, Liar. "Oh, then, sorry to bother you sir, have a good day."
The man snarled and turned around, waving them off. "Yeah, later," he called casually, about to shut the door.
That moment, he noticed a familiar silver haired boy in the back. He whipped around, and his eyes and mouth shoved abomination and anger. "YOU!" he shouted, surprising everyone but the fellow Jashinist.
"Nice to see you again, Iwakatsu-san," Hidan greeted with false enthusiasm.
Deidara's dad had known about Hidan knowing what he was doing. What if...? No, that's impossible. After all, that scum sack would know of what would happen if he spoke a word...
"Hn. Keep to yourself, kid."
He turned around, this time, hopeful to get away from the suspicious high schoolers.
However, again, something caught an eye. But this time, it was Sasori's.
"Hold it!" the red head yelled with a little too much accusation. He raised his hands, fingers spread out widely.
The man turned around again, hissing out, "What now?" He was clearly aggravated.
Sasori pointed toward the man's right butt pocket. "Why do you have Deidara's phone?" he asked, eyes showing resentment.
It had definitely been the blonde's phone. The black casing on the flip phone, that was the same thing he had seen when Deidara had come to his house.
The dirty blonde-haired man stared into Sasori's eyes. Who's this kid?
"She left it," he lied. "And I had prefer not to pick up calls I don't know who they are from. Those must've been you."
"We're in her contacts," Sasori attacked. "You could've picked up—we were people she knew."
Konan and Pain gave him a do-not-fuck-with-this-man-Sasori-you-will-get-killed-look, but Sasori immediately ignored it.
"And on top of that, when Pain told you that she didn't pick up, you didn't tell us this."
The man's nostrils flared. Hidan almost laughed, but he held it for obvious reasons. "What the hell are you trying to say, kid?" he questioned in a warning voice.
"Are you telling the truth to us?"
"Why wouldn't I? She's my own daughter!"
Then, Sasori did one of the last things that he thought he would do here.
"DEIDARA! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"
"Kid, cut that the fuck out!"
"Sasori!"
And then, small footsteps were heard. Slow, small footsteps.
"Y-yes, father, un?"
"Deidara!" Sasori yelled.
Everyone's eyes widened at the sight of the blonde.
Her face was paled, her arms and legs were covered in uncountable number of cuts and bruises, and her usual petite figure had thinned out even more than usual. Blood was dripping on her right cheek from a long gash.
"Deidara, get the hell back up!" Deidara's father warned her. However, Deidara ignored the man, and instead focused on the real person who had called out for her.
"Danna...!"
Deidara began walking toward the front door, but she collapsed, falling onto her knees and crying out in pain.
Everyone's eyes went straight to her dad.
"You son of a bitch..." Sasori muttered. "What the hell did you do?"
"Sorry, Shirudo," Hidan apologized sarcastically. "But there's no way in hell any of us are going to forgive you."
The man supposedly known as Shirudo growled at the zealot. "You did say!" he accused, pointing his finger at the Jashinist.
"N-No, I did, un..."
Deidara slowly got up the floor, despite how agonizing it looked and probably felt.
And in an instant, she was slammed to the floor again by a fist from Shirudo.
"You piece of-!"
Kakuzu jumped and fisted Shirudo's right wrist in a crushing grip. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Shirudo," he admonished. "You dare put a finger on Deidara while we're here, and we won't hesitate to hurt you."
Shirudo struggled to pull free from Kakuzu, and meanwhile, Konan and Sasori rushed in to grab Deidara while the attacker was occupied.
Sasori scooped up the blonde's back and knees, and Konan grabbed both of her hands to round around the red head's neck.
"Aah!" Deidara cried out in pain as her legs were lifted up.
"Sorry," he immediately apologized.
As soon as Deidara was in a stable position to be carried by Sasori, they rushed out, and Kakuzu pulled back quickly from the angered man.
And instead of running and starting to chase them, Deidara's father began to laugh. He laughed aloud, hard, and cruelly. They all froze at his reaction.
"You kids are right! I don't give a shit about that bitch! If it wasn't for her, Kumiko wouldn't be dead right now! She'd be alive, and we would still be a family! That thing that supposedly be my daughter doesn't matter a shit to me! She's brought this onto herself; she deserves this!"
"You're wrong!" Itachi barked. "If that's what you think of your daughter, you don't know her at all!"
"What, that thing that's supposed to be my daughter has actually done something? Give me a break. She doesn't even deserve to have friends! She's a freak."
"She's helped us more times than we can count," Itachi claimed. "You might not know, because you don't care, but if it wasn't for her, then we'd be in a whole more bunch of shit."
Shirudo shook his head and let out a loud, cruel chuckle. "Hah! Even if that happened to be true in the tiniest bit, it still wouldn't change anything! You kids can't do anything about this, because I'm her parent! I'm the ruler here, in this house."
Pain and Konan shot hit a look.
"Then..." Konan muttered.
She glared at the man, but then smirked.
"If we can't out rule you in this house, then, we'll out rule you in court."
A/N: I've forgotten to say this at any point in the story so far (or more like have waited), but Deidara is based on one of my friends who had to go through the same thing. Unfortunately, she was sworn to not tell, and it wasn't until May when she was going to start living with her grandparents when she told me, so I wasn't able to do anything.
This person also isn't her actual father, but she believes that her real father was probably even worse. They had bribed her into not telling anyone by making her look like she was truly loved when she wasn't. On top of that, she never had any marks, scars, or bruises, so I never got suspicious, even when she mysteriously "moved" a couple years before and came back. It's really sad honestly, and hard to believe, but she was one of my best friends.
Thus, I dedicate this entire story to her.
I love you girl. May you forever find peace and happiness and your "father" die a bloody, horrible death.
