Chapter 11: Home or Hell?
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Summary: Deidara's father isn't as he had hoped…
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"Hello?"
"Uh, hi." Ayame greeted the woman at the door. "I'm sorry to bother you so late, but have you by any chance seen a teen aged boy, blonde hair, bluish gray eyes?"
"Another one bites the dust." The woman sighed. "Nope haven't seen him, but by the sounds of it he's long gone."
"He's only been gone a couple hours!" she yelled infuriated by the woman. She bit her tongue even though she wanted to be all over her case, and turned around walking off. "Thanks for nothing!" she called over her shoulder.
"So much for that theory…" she thought aloud rounding back onto the street. Ayame would have bet money that he would have been around here, but that was the fifth house she had been to and no one had seen hide or hair of the teen. She looked up at the moon, the only thing illuminating her path, and started back towards the camp. Suddenly the picture of the boy from the barn popped into her head.
"No friends, family, or place to go back to…"
The words buzzed around in her mind for a moment before fleeing, she stopped.
"He wouldn't have gone there would he?" she wondered. "He's been battling going since I first met him, and everyone getting back together may have pushed him to." At this point she began to run in the opposite direction. "Oh Dei, please tell me you didn't go home." She prayed.
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Deidara slowly walked up the small walkway in the middle of nowhere, and cautiously moved up to the small run down house. He stopped at the door and put his hand up to knock, but stopped with his hand hovering in the air.
"Why am I so nervous?" he thought regaining his composure. He softly knocked half hoping that the person or people on the other side wouldn't hear. A light flickered on and a man's voice came from inside.
"Who is it?!" the man yelled.
When Deidara didn't answer the door swung open and a rifle barrel was thrust in his face. The boys eyes went wide and all of the color drained from his face.
"Who are you?" the man asked again.
Deidara swallowed hard, never taking his eyes off of the gun in his face. This man was BIG and he had the feeling that he wouldn't think before pulling the trigger.
"Is this the…" Deidara thought choosing his words carefully. "The Iwa house?"
"Who wants to know?" the man asked pulling the pin of his gun back.
"Sir, my name is Deidara, your son." The blonde boy said softly.
"Get off my property before I call the cops." He said eyes narrow and teeth clenched. "I have no son!" he aimed his gun in the air and fired. "I'll give you to the count of three."
"One."
Dei looked into the man's eyes, they were cold and heartless. Was this really one of the two people that brought him into the world? One of the two people that were supposed to love him?
"Two…"
The man took aim at the boy.
"Three!"
He yelled firing, but not hitting anything. At the last second Ayame had tackled Deidara, and was now dragging the dazed and confused boy to his feet.
"Why you!" the man yelled as the two bolted. "Get out of here you good for nothing scum!"
The Ayame ran dragging Deidara as bullets passed by their heads and ricocheted off of trees. They stopped and collapsed under a tree after they could no longer here the man's threats or death promising rifle.
"Are you absolutely insane!?!?" Ayame yelled at Dei catching her breath. "You could have been killed!"
The blonde flinched at her harsh tone, putting his hands over his ears.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the boy yelled steaming tears racing down his cheeks. "I'm so sorrrry!!!"
Ayame went over and wrapped her arms around him.
"Shhh… I didn't mean it." She lied trying to sooth the boy. In all reality she wanted to wring his neck for trying such a stupid stunt, but then again she could understand why he did it.
"Don't cry, wipe away those tears. Your not alone, you're here with me." She began to sing. "Come with along I'll take away your pain. With me your safe, with me you're free." As she recited the words of the song that had once been sung to her by her own mother back when she was alive, the boy began to calm and his hysterical cries became nothing more than a hick up in the silent night.
"I'm sorry." Deidara said looking up from his friend's damp shoulder.
"I know, we'll talk about it later." She said getting up and holding out her hand. He took it and they started to walk back toward the small town.
"Ayame?" he said looking at the brunette in front of him. She kept going not looking back. "Are you mad?" he asked stopping and looking at his feet, Ayame also stopped.
"I don't know what to be." She said turning around. Her eyes were glistening from fresh tears in the moon light. "We've talked about this Dei, ever since we really got close. I wanted to be there in case something like this happened, and if I hadn't shown up then what? We all would be wandering around searching for you just to have our hearts broken? Everyone in finally back together, you cant go disappearing!"
"Wait, everyone?" the blonde's eyes widened. "You found Dorchet!"
"Yep, but you never would have known, and I wouldn't have had the guts to tell him if something happened to you. He hasn't seen you in almost four years Dei," she turned back around and started walking. "You owe him as much as to see you alive, out of everyone he probably missed you the most."
"Me?" he asked running to catch up. "Why me? I was just the scapegoat, the loner."
Ayame hit him over the back of the head.
"Are you that stupid?!" she yelled. "It was because you were the scapegoat! It was because you were a loner! He admired your strength, and your ability to deal with the torture. Even though you guys are only a year apart he always felt like you were to far away to catch up."
"How do you know?" Deidara asked doubtingly. She sighed.
"Dei, When you have gone through as much as I have, you can tell by the way people interact and how they carry themselves, plus he told me." He smiled.
"It seems that things aren't always as they seem." He replied.
"That's an understatement!" Ayame laughed.