Hate that I Love You
AngolMoaChan
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A picture on deviantArt inspired this one. It's by IjuinEnzan, and it's absolutely gorgeous—makes me wish I was that good of an artist…XD
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"Writing two people's names underneath an umbrella signifies closeness between them"
-Japanese legend
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6) Sideways Rain
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"Sempai, you're gonna catch cold! Just come here!"
Deidara was walking far ahead of the masked shinobi, his arms crossed and a frown marring his handsome features. It was pouring down rain: not a thunderstorm, of course, but just rain. Sideways rain that hurt when it pounded into your skin, like ice cold needles.
Tobi was walking about a foot behind him, a large red and black umbrella in his hands. Deidara didn't need to view him to see the worry written all over his face, behind that orange mask. He 'hrmph-ed' and continued to walk ahead of the brat, blue eyes focused on the road before him.
Tobi sped up his pace but kept a little behind his sempai, his eyebrows knitted together in frustration. He had to admit, while it was very cute in his mind, Deidara tended to be as stubborn as mule, and had no qualms about acting like a sulky teenager to get his way.
(Granted, at nineteen, he still was a teenager, but that really wasn't the point.)
"Come on sempai, it's just an umbrella! Pleeeease?"
Deidara didn't reply: he just kept walking, inching his hands into the sleeves of his long robe and hiding his face the best he could with the curtain of fabric around his straw hat. Tobi leaned forward and took one giant step up, so he was standing right next to his sempai, the red and black umbrella overtop of Deidara's head and his own, "See, this isn't so bad! Now you can take off your hat."
He shrugged and started to walk a bit faster, forcing Tobi to jog to keep up with him, "I don 't need an umbrella, un, I'm fine."
"Are not"
"Am too, un"
"Are not"
"Am too, un!"
"Are. Not."
"Gah! Dammit Tobi, un!"
Tobi grinned under his mask. Aside from his stubbornness, one of his sempai's key traits was his short temper. Just like his art, he was quick to explode. The masked shinobi caught Deidara's arm with one hand and held the umbrella over the two of them, "Come on, sempai, I don't want you to get sick."
The blonde frowned angrily, then sighed. He looked ahead of them, his hand still loosely connected with Tobi's, "…I hate you, un."
The taller man chuckled in response and squeezed Deidara's hand, a wave of glee spreading through him as he felt a familiar wetness in his palm—he could always gauge his sempai's true emotions by the response he got whenever he squeezed Deidara's hand. "I love you too, sempai."
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:D Deidara is so much fun for me to write—I roleplay Sasori a lot, and the difference between them is refreshing. (although I do miss Sassy-danna's sarcasm XD That's my favorite part of writing him)