Oh. Em. Gee. Another update in less than 24 hours. I'm sure some of you are thinking, "God, doesn't this crazy, wacko teen shonen-ai fan ever sleep?" Well, yes, I do, just at night. Lol
Anyways, I can almost guarantee that peoples are going to hate me even more for what I do in this chappy. Oh well, 'tis my mind for ya.
And, I don't own "Holes." That book belongs to Louis Sachar, and the movie belongs to the people who made it.
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A few weeks went by, and Akatsuki was going strong. Every Friday night, the foursome would get together in Sasori's basement and do different activites (DDR tournaments, staring contests, inevitable debates), following with a movie and their signature nail paint job. Needless to say, they had fun with each other.
But, at the latest meeting, Kisame couldn't help but notice that something was extremely wrong with Dei. The normally bubbly, easy-going blond was abnormally quiet and introverted. He was also wearing a sweatshirt and heavy long pants, even though it was May and warm out. And, even though he had been given plenty of chances, he hadn't argued with Itachi all night. Even when the raven-haired kid began to criticize his clay sculptures, the blond made no comeback.
Sasori apparently noticed this, too, because he began doting on the other boy. The redhead's voice lost its commanding undertone when talking to Deidara, too, as if Dei was a fragile being that even the slightest demand would shatter.
Worried, Kisame pulled the blond over as the group left like they normally did.
"Deidara, something's up. I know it. You haven't argued with Itachi all night, even though you had plenty of chances. You haven't said or yelled out anything random yet, and come to think of it, you really haven't said anything. What gives?" Kisame demanded to know, as he grabbed Deidara's left shoulder and pulled him off his normal course home.
The blond limply went with Kisame's action, letting the slight tug control his movements. Stumbling, he held his chest and breathed heavily. "K-Kisame, what the hell was that for?" he asked in a frail tone.
The other boy's expression was cross. "I demand an explanation," he stated firmly.
As his breathing regulated, Deidara looked up at Kisame (who was a bit taller than he was). "There's. Nothing up," he replied, his words uneven. "I…swear. I'm just tired. Okay?"
"Not okay," Kisame retorted, pointing to the shoulder that he had just grabbed. There was a red stain growing, exactly where the blue kid had grabbed the blond, through the think fabric of the sweatshirt.
Deidara, noticing the blood, held his arm below the shoulder and gave Kisame a rebellious, sad, angry look. "LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M FINE!" he yelled, running home.
Standing there, speechless, Kisame's mind swirled with possibilities. Something's not right, became his mantra as he walked home in thought.
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Kisame slept through most of his morning classes that Monday. Aside from them being as boring as watching mold form, he hadn't slept well the night before. Or the night before. He kept on having the same nightmare, over and over again; the one with a horrifying scream, a gunshot, and blood splattering the walls.
There was, however, one perk to today. Itachi, whose dad had gone on leave once again, had been looking much healthier. The bags under his eyes disappeared, and he seemed a lot less lethargic than before his birthday (or what Deidara has presumed to be his birthday).
And, apparently, this new consciousness that the black-haired kid had gained opened his eyes over Kisame lack of sleep. Knowing that something was bothering him, Itachi decided a confrontation was necessary.
"Alright, what's wrong?" he asked up front, as the two entered the cafeteria.
Kisame yawned. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong," he countered.
Itachi pouted. "Yes, there is. You've been sleeping during class, and when you're not sleeping, you're yawning. Something's going on."
The other boy put his head down when he reached their normal lunch table. "It's nothing, I just had a reoccurring nightmare last night, that's all. Trust me, it's nothing."
"What was it? Dreams have the tendency to prophesize, especially the reoccurring ones," the black-haired kid inquired further.
Kisame rolled his eyes. Sure, whatever. "Well, if it was a prophecy, then it wasn't a very clear one. All it was, basically, was a scream, a gunshot, and blood splattering. It might've been from that movie we watched."
Itachi bit the inside of his cheek. "Kisame, something tells me that the movie Holes didn't have anything to do with it. You probably just had too much pizza at the meeting on Friday. Or, you're a psychic. One or the other."
"Personally, the first one makes more sense."
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The only part of the afternoon that really stood out to Kisame was science class, when crazy Mr. Smith actually acted seriously as people walked into the room. This proved that the nutcase had something important to say.
"Okay, people, settle down," he coaxed. "We have something extremely important to talk about today."
Kisame rolled his eyes. How much can one person say about photosynthesis?
"There has been a tragic death," the teacher continued. "One of our seventh graders, I'm not saying who, ended his life last night."
The class snapped to attention. It's not every day you get lectured about suicide.
"We are going to talk about the signs of suicide. If someone if planning a suicide, I mean," Mr. Smith continued, turning on an overhead. "First, the person usually stops or avoids interacting with other people, meaning they clam up and shy away at social gatherings." He scribbled something with a marker on the light box in front of him. "Second, they would normally lash out and yell if confronted or if they feel even slightly attacked." Squik, squik. "Third, and probably the most important, the tone of their voice changes. Instead of a normal, lighthearted tone, for example, their voice is now frail and unsure," the teacher continued. "If you think that someone around you is planning to-"
Kisame wasn't listening anymore. Deidara had showed all three of those symptoms on Friday. Needless to say, he was scared for the blond.
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The blue-haired kid was in a haze for the rest of the day. What could he do? If Deidara had started bleeding when he was simply touched, what would happen if he did something drastic? In his state, falling down was a danger.
Heading out the school's front door like he usually did, he heard a familiar monotone that cleared his daze. "Kisame!" Itachi's monotone rang out. "Where are you going? We're staying late to work on our Tech project, remember?"
Kisame snapped out of it. Of course. He and Tach were staying after school to finish up a project that they were working on together. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Coming!" he called back, going to the Tech room.
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Meticulously sanding a piece of wood, Kisame posed a question for his seemingly uncaring friend. "Uh, Itachi you know at the Akatsuki meeting? Well, did Dei seem a little off to you?"
The black-haired kid glued two pieces of wood together. "Isn't Dei always a little off?" he asked in response.
"Well, yeah, but…even more off that he normally is? Ya know, different? Antisocial, even?" Kisame continued.
"Kisame, I think that lecture we had in science must have spooked you or something. Trust me, Dei's fine. He acts like that every so often," Itachi assured.
The other boy sighed. "Okay, if you say so…"
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Walking home that day, Kisame got a call on his cell phone. Not recognizing the number, he picked it up. "Hello? Kisame here," he said.
Shaking breaths came from the other end of the line. "Y-yeah…Kisa-m-me?" Sasori's voice asked.
"This is. Sasori, how in the good Lord's name did you get my cell phone number?"
"N-never mind that. Listen, Kisame, something huge just happened," the redhead finally got out.
"What?" Kisame asked, knowing that it had to be something both extremely serious and terrible due to Sasori's stuttering.
"Okay, well, um…" his voice trailed off.
"Well, what? Something's up, and now I'm curious. Out with it," the blue-haired boy demanded.
Sasori was finally able to choke it out after a few seconds of silence. "D-Dei just shot himself."
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Le evil cliffhanger! Mwahaha! I've been nice to you guys and haven't done any of these, but now is the time to start, since it wouldn't be a serial fic without a few cliffies.
Oh, I can just picture Hidan reading this and going, "She's not going to do it, she's not going to do it…fuck. She did it." I'm an evil writer. :F
Well, anyways, reviews help Kisame worry less.