Mikomi: Fragments Through A Shattered Mirror
Title: 2 - Sex
Rating: T
Character/Pairings: Hidan, Itachi, Deidara, Deidara/Ranma
Warnings: Mildly adult references, swearing (not by Hidan)
Words: 539
Written To: I don't know....
Summary: Deidara is a walking timebomb, in more ways than one.
"Soo... Chibi-chan, you still a virgin?" Itachi choked on his cup of tea. He should have known that Hidan was going to attempt something like this. Having recovered sufficiently, he glared daggers at the immortal Jashinist. Further down the table, Deidara looked like he was having trouble trying not to laugh, and was consequently eating as fast as he could, to prevent sticking his foot in it.
"Well, chibi – chan? Are you still a virgin?" Itachi did the only thing he could do, and spun the insult around.
"I bet you are though. With a partner as old as Kakuzu, you're surely not getting any." Deidara was by this stage wishing to the heavens that he had badgered Sasori into buying that video camera, cuz this was so fucking funny! Hidan was the one to choke on his cup of tea, this time around. Deidara couldn't help it. He finished his mouthful, and then broke out into peals of laughter.
"Well, Deidara's still obviously a virgin, I mean, he's so feminine..." With this comment, Deidara stopped laughing abruptly, and hissed at Hidan, "Fuck off. And I'm not. In fact... Hell, why should I tell you anything?" He stood up and stalked out of the kitchen, in a very foul mood.
Itachi and Hidan looked at each other in some sort of confusion before Itachi said, "Do you think he had someone?" Hidan shook his head in exasperation, before replying, "I dunno. Probably, by the way he reacted. But, Jashin, why did he have to get so uptight?"
Deidara stalked upwards, trying to get as high as possible, trying to get away from everyone else. Ranma – chan... Unbidden, an image of the strawberry blonde sprung into his head, bringing with it bittersweet memories. The first time he'd seen her, a refugee from Whirlpool, fierce teal eyes glaring with hatred at her captors. The first time she'd spoken to him, when she'd called him a murderer of children. The first time he's spoken to her, apologising for the actions of his ...fellow nin. He couldn't call them squadmates, not after what they'd done to her. The first time he'd touched her, running his fingers through the unkempt strawberry blonde strands.
The first time they kissed, he could still remember the particular taste of salt and regret. The first time they'd made love, shy and tender, like the teenagers that they still were, no matter how the war had tried to turn them into jaded adults. The time he'd asked her to marry him, she'd said yes, and what had followed had been the most pleasurable experience of his entire life, souls bared, overjoyed in the sense that she's mine, forever, the woman I love...
Then, he was sent to the front lines. When he returned, he was told that his fiance, Uzumaki Ranma had been killed, and they couldn't recover her body. She was the reason he'd gone rogue, and bombed the Tsuchikage's building, slaughtering all that were inside. That had led him to the temple, where he had prayed for her soul, and where the Akatsuki had "recruited" him.
He'd never forgotten her. He never would. He couldn't. She was burnt into his brain more surely than his own name.
AN: Well... that turned out differently to what I expected... But it works. Yay for bits of angst!