Hate That I Love You
AngolMoaChan
:D I'm having a lot of fun writing these, if you guys couldn't tell.
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5. Spiritual Remedy
"Art is the child of nature…in whom we trace the features of the mother's face"-Longfellow
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Thunder ricochets through their eardrums in booming waves, thumping out a percussion background to the tango of white lightning and sideways rain, crashing and booming in a cacophony of sound and light. The rain pours down on the tin roof of the small outpost they are residing in, a steady ratta-tat-tat in time with the cavorting of the thunderstorm.
The rain runs down their frames, off of slick black cloaks and back to the ground, dripping from one man's nose as he looks upwards and laughs. His palms are spread skyward, his head back in the throes of childish delight, pure excitement from the clatter and bang of the thunder around them.
Transience, the way the storm is here and gone in a flash, is true art to Deidara. This is what he lives for, nature's orchestra without a conductor. There is a particularly loud crack of the thunder, and the artist is snapped out of his dreamlike state by a quiet whimper from beside him.
Deidara looks over at his partner, whose knees were knocking together in fright. The ex-Iwa nin sighed. Tobi, over the three months that they had been partnered, had to proved to Deidara that he had all the backbone of…well, an invertebrate. Somewhere in his head though, the artist felt a compulsive need to take care of the brat, to make sure he wasn't gonna die or be hurt, or be scared. He looks over out of the corner of one eye and asks, "Dumbass. What's wrong with you?"
Tobi looks up at him: in his mind's eye, Deidara can see Tobi's scarred up face, the row of stitches straight down the middle leading to his chin, and the single onyx gray eye. He shivers and clings to the blonde's arm, his gloved fingers interlaced tightly over Deidara's elbows, "S…sempai, the th-thunder…"
"The thunder, un?" the artist looks at Tobi in shock, "What's wrong with the thunder?"
"I-It's just…really scary…" he replies in a small voice, burying his head in the crook of Deidara's arm.
Shaking his head, the blonde leans over and—in a gesture uncommon of him—wraps the arm he is clinging to around Tobi's shoulders. (It helped that Tobi was standing on the ground and he on the steps: the height difference didn't matter so much that way.) "Dumbass, the thunder can't hurt you, un"
"I-it can't…?"
"No. It's just sound. How is it that that scares you, but my art doesn't, un?"
Tobi looks up meaningfully at Deidara as he burrows further into the warmth of the junction of his sempai's shoulder and collarbone, "B-because sempai…you're art is beautiful…this isn't…"
"Sure it is, un." He looks up at the sky and allows the rain to pour over his face and neck, wild emotion coursing through his blue, blue eyes, "It's art. Nature's art. More than anything, un…it's a remedy."
"A…a remedy?"
Deidara nods and does not explain any further than that, leaving Tobi to wonder. He doesn't though: instead the masked man moves closer to Deidara and clings to the front of his shirt, "I guess…then if it's a remedy for sempai…it's a remedy for me too."
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I always have believed that thunderstorms are like a dance—maybe that' s just my inner Deidara speaking, ne:) (is hit by Sasori plushie for going to the art is a bang side)