The Sculptor and the Painter: Chapter 2
His hands moving about my body is pure ecstasy, and his warm breath on my already heated skin is enough to drive me mad with desire. His soft lips land on my tender neck, nipping and sucking at the exposed flesh. "Deidara," I have just enough time to breathe the word before-BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I slap my hand down on the alarm clock, wishing I had a hammer to truly smash the wretched thing to pieces. Why must it always wake me up just before the good part? I groan in frustration. I don't want to get out of my comfy, plush bed, but I have to. Besides, Deidara's coming by today to work on the painting. At the thought of the blond sculptor, my nose begins to bleed again. I already have blood on my pillow case: evidence of that erotic dream. I'll wash it later. I lazily get out of bed to prepare for the day. First, I turn on my stereo to hear it playing "It's You or No One" by Denise Donatelli, it describes exactly how I feel about Deidara, and, though I'd normally change the station, I have to listen to it. Second, I take a long, warm shower from which I emerge smelling like sweet vanilla and warm, brown sugar. Last, but not least, I get dressed. Today, I decide to wear my purple t-shirt that has a white butterfly flying up the side with swirls trailing behind it and my black jeans. I brush my hair, and consider doing something with it, but decide to just leave it down. It'd just pop out of whatever style I put it in anyways. My hair is too thick and unruly, but he loves it. . .A big grin on my face, I bounce to the kitchen, stopping to stroke Aiko, my pet fox, swaying my hips to the music still pouring from my stereo, and make myself a big bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch (yum!). When I'm finished, I put my bowl in the sink, and dance down the stairs to open up my gallery, when I hear a knock at the door. "That must be Deidara," I think with a smile on my face that's a mile wide.
I open the door, and am greeted with the sight of my crush scowling at Tobi, which begins to melt into a smile when he sees me. I think I blushed, but I'm not sure. "Hey, Deidara. Hey, Tobi.", I greet them with a smile on my face. "Hey, Naomi-san!", Tobi yells, excited as always. "Baka, quit yelling, un!", Deidara scolds. "Hello, Naomi-chan." "Sempai's a hypocrite he just shouted, too.", Tobi says. "Shut up, un!", Deidara yells. They bicker back and forth, as per usual, and I just giggle at their antics, long used to them. Honestly, I wonder how the Akatsuki manages to put up with them all day. "Come in already, you two. I'll make some tea," I say as I lead them into the house. "I'll help," Deidara says, and follows me upstairs into the kitchen. Tobi follows quietly and sits on the couch, watching us. But, of course, I'm so preoccupied with Deidara I don't notice. I start boiling the water as Deidara gets the teabags. We both reach up towards the cabinets, him for tea and me for cups, when our hands brush. I blush a little, and so does Deidara. I think. . . He looks away quickly as he catches my eye.
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There they go again. The idiots are so in love, but they aren't dating, Kami only knows why. I roll my eyes as they blush when their hands brush. Good Kami in Heaven, gag me with a spoon. I'm gonna die of suffocation any moment now. I swear, the sexual tension's so thick you could cut it with a fucking katana. Not a knife, a katana. I'm surprised it hasn't been cut with a. . .certain something, If you know what I mean. These love birds are so consumed by one another, I could watch the whole time, and they probably wouldn't even know I was there. They didn't know I was there on Christmas last year. They don't think I saw them embrace (not hug, embrace), but I did. Who knew Deidara had it in him? Of course, I just played the part of sweet, innocent Tobi, and no one suspected a thing. I roll my eyes at their embarrassment. I would tell them (well, think. I do have to keep my cover) to get a room, but probably nothing would happen. Oh. My. Kami. They're blushing. Again. Deidara's so pale, it makes him look like a Christmas tree light. Of course, he'd be hanging on Naomi's tree. I chuckle at the thought. He blushes so much, I'm surprised he isn't any tanner. I can feel the heat of it all the way over here, or maybe that's just the steam from the teapot. . .I smirk as the perfect plan enters my head. Tonight should be very interesting. I cheerily thank Naomi as she hands me my tea, though I don't know why she gives me refreshments every time I come here. It's not like I can eat or drink through my mask. . .Oh well, I'll just give it to her plants again.
The day passes by normally. Naomi blushes. Deidara blushes. I roll my eyes behind my mask. I will admit, though, their awkwardness can be rather entertaining. Especially when Naomi walked over to Deidara to adjust his position (she even said, "I don't like this position. Let's change it."), and tripped, falling flat on her face. Her face landing flat in Deidara's lap. Of course, I see this just about every day (except for the aforementioned little scene. That was just priceless), not to mention my mind is occupied with my plan, so I just wander around the gallery, looking at her paintings. She really is quite talented.
Finally! By the grace of Kami, they're done! Now, I can put my plan into motion. I can feel the smirk spreading over my face.
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"Naomi's Point of View"
"Goodb-AIKO! Come back!", I yell as Aiko goes running out the door and down the street. I run out after her as she twists through Iwa, vaguely aware that Deidara is following me. She stops at Iwa Park, the place where I first met Deidara. The park is breathtaking. The Sakura tree seems to be blossoming with stars in the cool night air. Music blows in on the fragrant breeze as the full moon shines a spotlight on this little plot of Heaven. The grass is gleaming like emeralds, the fountain looks as though sapphires are cascading from it, and the pathway which meanders through the park gleams like moonstones. I wander through the park, awestruck, stopping beneath the Sakura tree. I shiver in pleasure as Deidara's warm breath ghosts across my skin when he whispers into my ear, "May I have this dance, Naomi Ayuzawa?" I turn to face him, sliding my arms around his neck as he slides his around my small waist. We dance to the music, enchanted not so much by the beauty which surrounds us, as the beautiful person which we hold in our arms. He leans down to kiss me, and I close my eyes, savoring this beautiful dream come true. He pulls away only when we've run out of air, neither of us wanting to lose this delightful sensation coursing through us. "I love you, Naomi Ayuzawa." He whispers gently into my ear. "I love you, Deidara," I whisper in reply, leaning my head against his shoulder. I catch a brief glimpse of Tobi holding Aiko, watching us, and smile as I think, "Maybe Tobi isn't so childish after all, and, of course, Aiko was cunning enough a fox to go along with his plan. The next time I see him, I'm going to hug him so hard he'll go down three cloak sizes." Deidara and I dance for a little while longer before going back to my apartment, where my other dream comes true. Wink, wink.