Oraaa….I'm sleepy now. Good night, everyone. Wish me luck for the exams. Yumi-neechan, if I don't come back, don't bother looking for my corpse. Most likely it will be eaten by the Oni called Sensei.
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It was a matter of seconds when Hinata found herself being roughly pulled out of the room by her roommate. He looked slightly frazzled, and was muttering things about being late for something.
After walking down the corridor for a while, the two found themselves in a large Hall at the East end of the hideout. Hinata glanced around furtively. Then, at the same time Deidara did, she spotted a blurry, buzzing figure in front of them.
"A…Ah! Rei-sama! Sorry that we are late, un!" Deidara bowed nervously, and placed his right hand on the Hyuga's head. He forced it downwards, making her do a retarded kind of movement, much to her embarrassment.
"Bow!" He hissed to her, gesturing with his head to the stoic Akatsuki Leader. She swatted his hand away and did a deep and slightly exaggerated arch, with her right foot pointed in front of her left and one of her hands tucked behind her back, while the other hand was placed just in front of her chest. Tilting her head up slightly, she smiled at the translucent figure with red eyes.
"A pleasure to meet you, sire," she said, using a falsetto complete with a million-dollar smile. Deidara groaned, while she simply glared at him.
"What is the meaning of this? Have I not done it right? Is my position incorrect?" She voiced dramatically, invoking an unnoticed raised eyebrow from the Leader. The blonde smacked his forehead in a frustrated manner.
"No! Kami…You do it like this, un!" He grabbed her arms roughly and forced them by her sides. Holding them in place with an elbow, he proceeded to push down Hinata's back with his chin. Being unwilling to lose to her senpai Hinata fought and struggled against his firm hold.
"Ahem."
Freezing for a second, they both looked up from their 'battle'. Hinata blinked sheepishly while Deidara wore a look of horror. Leaping away from his teammate, he bowed once more and tried to explain.
"R..Rei-sama! Please forgive us! We did not--"
"No explanations necessary, Seiryu." The Leader interrupted Deidara. "I am here to assign you two a mission, not to stay for petty chit-chat."
He stared at the female hard.
"Gyokunyo, please refrain from…troubling your partner. Understood?" Hinata nodded numbly in assent, to the voice full of authority.
The leader of Akatsuki turned back to face Deidara.
"The mission is to capture a Jinchuriki. The three-tails will do. Head to the Hidden Mist Village, and remember to disguise yourselves without a Henge." With those words, he disappeared into thin air. Deidara sighed in relief.
"So…can we go? Like, now?" The Hyuga beside him inquired impatiently. He nodded his head in an absentminded way and walked out of the hall, with Hinata following closely behind.
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"So…how are we supposed to disguise ourselves, then?" Hinata bounced on the soft mattress of her bed, looking at her already packed bag and back to Deidara, waiting for a reply. His eyes suddenly glinted, and the Hyuga had a strange sense of foreboding.
"Leave it up to me, un."
After all, he was the best stylist in Akatsuki.
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He opened a wooden cabinet door and pushed out a huge trolley full of tools and bottles of different shapes and sizes, and made his way to the bathroom. Hinata followed him curiously, and got pulled into a chair in front of a mirror. A towel was whipped over her, startling her slightly.
…What's he going to do this time?
Fumbling around one of the trays, Deidara found a few clips which he clipped onto the edge of his pants.
"We don't need to wash your hair, 'cause that's too troublesome, un. Let's go straight to the styling." He muttered more to himself than to Hinata, and pulled out a pair of hairstyling scissors from the trolley. Then, he clipped up two sections of hair and began trimming layers. With a little quirk here, and a little slide there, the hair became wavier.
When he was satisfied with the back portion of her hair, he stared at her long bangs thoughtfully.
They need to go.
So he did the same thing he did a while ago; he trimmed off the bangs slightly, and the rest of the fringe. Sticking a tongue out in concentration, he clipped another section of the fringe behind and layered the unclipped parts carefully.
After some time, he was done with the haircut. He whipped the towel off Hinata, who was staring in the mirror with concentration.
"Ta-da!" Deidara grinned into the mirror, proud of his work. Hinata touched her hair tentatively.
"I…don't look like me," she finally managed to utter out.
"That's the point," the male deadpanned, "Except I made you look good, didn't I?"
Hinata nodded her head in awe, running her fingers lightly through her now slightly shorter hair.
"Damn, you're good."
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"Now! Time for the clothes!" Deidara announced happily, and dragged Hinata to the front of a large oak door beside the bathroom. Staring blankly at it, she wondered what the heck that was for.
Her partner fumbled with the lock for a moment, and pulled open the door at last. She nearly gasped at the sight awaiting her.
"So – Many – Clothes!" She squealed ecstatically, before running into the huge closet past a bemused Deidara. He followed her inside, and found her taking down a pile of outfits hanging by a rail. He quickly ran to stop her.
"No, no! You don't choose the clothes…I do," he informed her smugly, watching her scowl and pout at him. Then, he stared at the mound of clothes on the floor and something caught his eye.
"…But this will do!" He exclaimed, picking up the outfit. He ushered the bewildered but pleased Hyuga into a fitted changing room and handed her the clothes, waiting eagerly outside for her to change.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the small room. Deidara clapped his hands, pleased with the result.
"Black is really your colour, no?"
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"A---and….we're done. Here are your contacts." The stylist yawned loudly, and passed a small box to Hinata. She frowned and pocketed it.
"What about you? Aren't you going to change yourself?" She asked him, curious. Deidara shrugged and grinned, and pulled off his hair band, letting his thick blonde hair flow freely. He tied the hair into a lower ponytail that still covered his left eye, and walked over to his drawer and pulled out a pair of dark sunglasses, along with an elaborate black shirt and a pair of white Bermudas. As quick as a flash, he 'poofed' into his new outfit while whipping off his forehead protector and stuffing it into a pocket in his shorts.
"And there you have it," he said nonchalantly to the awestruck female.
OhmykamihehassuchagoodfashionsensehelookssogoodandyummyandgoddamnitIcan'tbelieveheismyteammateandI'mlikesohappyrightnow.
Her thoughts were broken by Deidara thrusting a necklace in her face. "Take off and hide your Hitai-ate, and wear this instead."
She accepted the accessory hesitantly and took off the blue cloth, to replace it with the delicate platinum-silver chains of her necklace. Deidara grinned wildly, and put his hands on his waist.
"Mission: Start!"
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Longest chapter ever….xD
More Fashionable chic Deidara goodness for you.
-cough- Very, very slight Deihina in this chapter…xD for example, Hinata's last (very long) thought.
Err…will proofread this tomorrow…too tired for now…ja…good night…-snore-
