My Concrete Angel
"She hides the bruises with the linen and lace"
Lightning cracked the bleak sky open with purple tinted white streaks of fury. Rain poured from the sky, lamenting in the loss to this world. Tears of sorrow and rage from heaven's own cracked face came to land on the weathered figure sitting hunched over in the dark park. Silent sobs were made up for in the dull rumbling of the rolling thunder. Dead grass caught on the bottom of the boy's tattered shoes as he cried silently into the unforgiving world. He stood, stumbling slightly against the howling wind that gusted through his trembling form. This would be the end; his shoulders slumped in eminent defeat. He should have known that this would happen sooner or later. The boiling gray sky laughed at his distraught state as it churned the rain into a fine sprinkle.
The boy chuckled, amused and horrified at the events that had unfolded before his eyes naught ten hours ago. Sniffling slightly, he started his journey back towards the house where all this distress had started. He knew he was heading towards imminent doom, but after last night,he thought it might be for the better. One last sheet of rain covered the dismal scene in glittering drops of crystalline water. He was at the edge of the park when warm thin arms wrapped around his torso and a quiet, calm voice whispered softly in his ear. Cool breath whisped past his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Soft lips pressed against his neck as a loud obtuse beeping filled the air…
"Damnit…" a soft voice groaned as he threw his hand in the air and attepted to smash the alarm clock's 'snooze' button down. He missed horribly as his hand slammed down on the shards of glass from the mirror he had broken the previous night.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!" a scream of pain filled the air with the hyper beeping of the alarm clock. Moaning softly in pain, Deidara gently removed the shards of glass from the weeping, red wounds.
"Fuckin' hell boy!" a gruff, slurred voice sounded from the living room. "You tryin' to wake up the whole neighborhood?" Deidara gulped and bit his lip to hold back any further sounds. He gently fished out the remaining shards out of his hand, and wrapped bandages around it.
Finally finished, he turned off the infuriating alarm clock.
"Why does this always seem to happen to me?" he mumbled to himself, as he trudged down the stairs. He already knew his father was home and he was in no mood to "talk" to him, so Deidara went straight out the door after snatching his worn backpack from the coat hanger.
The sky was as destitute as his dream; a fine spattering of rain made a thin sheet over the graveyard of broken bottle shards. Deidara sighed as he made his way down the battered road towards the old park he went to every morning before school, and usually during school as well. No one really ever made a gesture to care. It was still too early for anyone to be up, so he was surprised when he saw a brilliant flash of red hair against the drab sky. Deidara blinked when he recognized the redhead as the boy he had seen earlier on in the week.
"What are you doing here?" his voice silently sounded. Deidara wondered for a moment if Sasori had even heard him. The wind whistled, blowing leaves all over the playground, causing the swings to move and creak. The still silence was broken as Sasori lept up and began running for the forest not far from the edge of the park. Deidara yelped in surprise and took off after him, the breeze picking up as the first pricks of icy rain came to land on his face.
"Wait!" Sasori looked back for a second, enough for him to miss the knee high childrens bench. He ran right into the bench, fell over it, and tried to get up almost immediately. Deidara ran up to him and grabbed his wrist. Instead of the normal reaction of trying to yank his wrist away, Sasori screamed a bloodcurdling shriek of immense pain.
"What the...?" exclaimed Deidara as he dropped Sasori's wrist, who immediately pulled it into his chest. "What was that about?" Deidara questioned. Sasori glared at him, still nursing his wrist, which, now that he looked at it, seemed to be poking out at an odd angle.
"Shut up!" Deidara jumped as Sasori shouted at him, his entire frame shuddering at the volume. "It's none of your business so leave me alone!" Deidara stepped back, his eyes wide in horror.
"I..." Deidara started. Sasori continued to stare at him with a large amount of didtrust and loathing. "I just wanted to help..." Deidara shuddered hopelessly at his predicament. The rain was beginning to pick up now, the wind howling as the clouds rolled and boiled overhead.
"I don't need any help." Sasori struggled to his feet and glared at Deidara, "So, just back off..."
Deidara backed up, a stricken look plastered on his face. Sasori continued to glare hatefully him. The pouring rain continued to fall as the boys stared at each other; one in hurt, and the other in hate. Even as the wind continued to howl, and as the trees moved and swayed in its fierce tug, time seemed to slow between the two. It showed through all the emotions that both boys poured out. They both had similar backgrounds, but yet their future was so unclear. The bushes behind Sasori began to rustle, and not in the random, wild directions of the wind. An outside force was working to spread the branches apart. An angered growl was heard and all the color drained from Sasori's face.
"Sasori?"
The voice was harsh and rough, it seemed foriegn in the shallow peace the two had forged. "Sasori...i know you're there so come here now!" Sasori wimpered miserably and edged away from the voice and the bushes, bumping into Deidara in his haste to escape whatever nightmare was hidden within the leafy foliage.
The leaves parted and Sasori stood up, running behind Deidara who had long since stood out of curiosity of what was scaring Sasori so much. Time stopped completely as the figure emerged from the bushes. It soon broke as Sasori shivered behind him and the man who had just appeared smirked with enough acid to melt hell. And before he even introduced himself, Deidara made one notation and affirmation; This was Sasori's father.
(A.N: Hehehe...probably not how you imagined our two hero's properly meeting, but I couldn't help myself! I orginally made this shorter so be glad I wrote more so that I could bring it up to this wonderful little cliffhanger! (the first of the series!) Much love to all my readers and reviewers! Thank you for sticking with this series despite my slow updates I'll try to have the next one up soon! And special thanks to Morbid Fantasia, without you I probably would never have caught that problem in the third chapter! R&R!!!)
