Can I use my lack of inspiration as an excuse?
But go to my profile for an official explanation.
I deleted that awful excuse of a chapter, and replaced it with this one.
At least it's longer…by the way, hope none of you have a problem with me creating Dei-kun's past. I don't think he has a canon one anyway, so yeah.
It will be….interesting.
Look, I've never gone to college, and this is Konoha, so don't say anything about me messing up. Okay?
Um…mind if I pull Tobi into the story? A couple of chapters later?
Not Madara, he sucks, Tobi...though he might have Madara-ish tendencies.
I tried to make this chapter extra long…
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Chapter 5(I think..kinda lost track)
The wide expanses of lawn glowed green in the late afternoon sunlight; except for the concrete bench in the middle. What idiot decided to build the bench there, no one knew. The grass was lush and tall, though worn down by students taking a shortcut to class. Deidara followed one of these worn dirt paths to the center of the field. It was abnormally warm for September, seeming more like August or July. His feet tapped lightly against the ground, though he could silence them at will. Eventually, he reached his destination and stared at the bench for a moment. It didn't look particularly comfy…He sat down in the grass beside it, crosslegged.
DEIDEI POV
I sat down in the grass…the bench looked kind of evil…I don't know why, but the grass looked more inviting. So, that's where I sat. crossing my legs and crushing the green grass which was sure to leave stains on my pants. I sat there for a while, watching people trying not to be late for their classes, and some who wanted to be late, and just…watching. It was like extremely boring television, actually. This was just a crossroads for them, a place where all sorts of people would meet…and leave, to get on with their lives. A short blond boy holding a…pink…bunny?…talked enthusiastically to the tall man walking next to him. Though the taller one didn't respond to the smaller, you could tell they were good friends. A high school kid sped past me on rollerblades, so fast it seemed as if he was flying, and for a moment I thought I saw a black crow in his hair…but it was probably nothing. More people ran across the lawns, squashing the blades of green grass. Promptness was more important than the grass's health, apparently. But in the multitude of faces, there wasn't a single one I recognized. I felt kind of bad about this…but I wasn't here to make friends anyway. Minutes passed as I stared at people passing (and some of them gave me odd looks) but it felt like hours, decades, centuries even. …ok that was exaggerating it, but still, it felt like eternity. I was beginning to think this was all a joke, that Kathy was never going to come. It was probably better if she didn't, really. She shouldn't get involved with a guy like me, and besides, I didn't need her barging into my life. But I half smiled when I was her walking over, lugging a great big instrument case and waving her hand furiously, so I guess I was glad to see her.
…Fine. I was incredibly wonderfully ecstatically glad to see her. Happy?
KATHY POV
Walking out of the building, music rang in my ears as I looked around, trying to spot him. And my eyes were drawn to his slim form, his head resting on his arms as he watched the world. He hasn't spotted me yet, and I walked forward on the concrete, hoping he'd look my way. And he turned to look at me, his eyes seemed far away…but he smiles in his own awkward way, and I wave at him, and start to hurry up. The violin case bumps awkwardly against my legs and…oh crap. Curse my inability to keep this case closed. Sheets of snowy white music tumble out, gliding in the wind to rest on the emerald grass. They look like so many birds, as they flutter about. He springs up to help me, and I drop my case in pursuit of the runaway papers. We capture the flyaway papers, and he hands them to me, a page of notes inked in blue pen on the very top.
"What are the handwritten music pages for?"
"It's…a project. I have to write some sheet music and play it."
"Is it good?"
"I don't know. I've only written it last week."
"Play it for me?"
My face betrays surprise, and amazement. His face has his awkward grin in place, and the smile looks out of practice, but is sincere. I've only known him for a day or two, and here he is asking me to play the song I've been working on night and day for two weeks.
"Here?!"
"Sure."
"…Ok."
Love is irrational, I learned.
DEIDEI POV
I am actually quite surprised that she agreed to play for me, but pleased. I don't know why, but I'd like to hear her play, even if she's really bad. The sun is sinking now, and the sky is a bright blue, and light enough to read in. Kathy is pulling out a bow and violin, and positioning them just so. The violin and bow are a warm reddish wood, like embers in a fireplace. And I thank her for playing, after all, she is nearly a stranger.
"…Thank you."
"My pleasure."
Conversation stops as the first note resonates from the instrument, low and deep and thrilling. And the note is lengthy, and you feel it in the cores of your bones, but it rapidly changes pace into a quicker tune.
She is amazing to watch, as her fingers fly across the strings, the notes starting and stopping in moments, each seamlessly blending into the next. Her hair has escaped the ponytail and is wild and sways as her head tosses from side to side. The sun outlines her and throws her figure into sharp relief, and this is another sort of art, one that is in fluid and in motion. The melody is swift and a medley of all sorts of different notes, like fruit blended to make a smoothie. Capturing your ears, you cannot stop listening, always needing to know what is next. But it slows finally, and it is all the more beautiful for it's lessening of haste. And as she hits a low G, the sound is abrubtly halted, and she is no longer one of the ancient greek muses, but a heavily breathing girl holding a violin, and she is incredible, but the music is…incomplete.
"I haven't finished it yet."
"It's incredible."
"Thank you."
"You're brilliant."
She looks sharply at me. What possessed me to say that?
"…Thank you."
And this is the perfect cheesy romantic movie moment….and I realize that it is twilight and the sprinklers are going to come on at any moment and oh SHIT I am sitting on one. Before I am able to move, the dreaded moment comes and my butt is drenched with water and I spring up with a yell because it is cold, and Kathy screams because of my yell, and I trip over my own feet and fall on her, pulling her down with me. And we are laying there, with water coming from above, and we are getting soaked to our skins, but the music is fortunately on the bench so it will not get wet. And did I mention I was on top of her?
KATHY POV
The funny thing is, I can never remember playing the music afterward, though judging by Deidara's expression, I did well. And I will NEVER tell him that this piece was inspired by him, and it is unfinished because I don't know him enough yet. My hands tremble slightly, tired after what I have played. The funniest expression crosses Deidara's face..and I wonder what he is thinking..until I am drenched with water from above. That must be why. And then he is falling on me and I scream and we both are on the ground and water is getting on us and oh my God he is right above me.
And as he lay on top of her(sounds wrong, sorry…), his eyes wild with surprise and panic, hers with shock, something changed. They were not neighbors, or passing acquaintances any longer, but something…more. Something had changed in that moment, and neither of them understood it, but the difference was there, and the gap between them had grown ever so slightly smaller. (So FRICKING cheesy..in a good way.)
DEIDEI POV
We stay like this for one immeasurable moment, until I realize what I am doing, and scramble up. My face is redder than a tomato, I think.
"S-sorry…"
"It's alright."
I think she was blushing, but I'm not sure.
"I..got to go."
"Yeah…me too."
We walk back to the apartment together, side by side. We are silent, after all, what could we say after what just happened? The night is far from silent, though, with traffic blaring, radios playing, and people talking. And we part at the two doors.
"Night."
"Night. See you around."
"Yeah."
I go into my apartment, which is dark beyond belief, and I am acutely aware that only a thin wall seperates me and Kathy. How the hell am I supposed to sleep with that sort of knowledge? So I don't. It's not late enough anyway, and I pull out my laptop, turning it on. Might as well find out what sort of job I have to do. The screen rapidy goes from black, to blue, to red and black(my background is an exploding bomb). And I open up the email icon thing on my desktop, click on New Mail, and click again on AKATSUKI. I'm pleasantly surprised to find a message from Tobi, though. The message is short and to the point.
10-T is going on vacation. Spent 500,000,00
"going on vacation" means I have to kill them, without anyone knowing. 10-T means 10 Tailed demon. 500,000,00 is how much I will get for completing the assignment. It's a simple assassination mission, but made harder by the victim. The Jinchuukuri are not easy targets. This will have to be quick…I don't even know who 10-T is…And suddenly, I am disgusted by myself, first flirting with the girl next door, then doing this shit. Turning off the computer by the wrong method again, I set it on the floor and remember that I'm still wet. Oh well. I lay down on the bed and stare into the blackness, willing myself to sleep. And I dream…
And I am flying.
A giant white bird is below me, and I stand, the wind in my face, and I am free…surrounded by darkness, it is strange I am able to see.
It is silent. And I am compelled to break it. My hands twine in an elaborate pattern, and I yell 'KATSU!' and the silence shatters as the bird explodes into a hundred million pieces, all lost in fiery flames, and I am propelled forward, and I do not fall. And I laugh. It is beautiful.
And then the scene changes.
My eyes open in my bed, and it is normal, and for a moment I believe I am awake, until I see the egg. It is a crystalline blue, and it sits on my desk. It is so fragile…and I know I am supposed to do something with it. I pick it up, and start to run. And my room melts into nothingness, and it is only me, on a solitary path. And I run faster, and faster, because something is after me and I don't know what, no they aren't after me, they are after the egg. And I don't remember, am I supposed to destroy the egg, or protect it? And all the while I am running because they are going faster, and I run faster, until I stop, because I realize I was supposed to destroy it, and I take it out of my pocket. And it is not blue any longer, but a bloody red. And as I bring my hand down to smash it to pieces, a small boy materializes, protecting it, and I realize he was here the whole time, but hiding out of sight. And I cannot destroy him, because he is so very important. He looks into my eyes, and I realize…he is me.
And the scene changes.
It is the same nightmare I have had for years, and I almost breathe a sigh of relief. I know what will happen here. I am in the living room of the House. A fire will start, and the House will burn, burn to ashes, and I will somehow not die, though I wish…no. And it is like this, with the smell of smoke drifting from the kitchen…and I realize the egg was in my pocket. I pull it out, and it so delicate that I am afraid that it will shatter. Then a thought strikes me. If the house burns, the egg will die. Nonononono that can't happen! The egg cannot die; I do not care if I do, but the egg cannot die! And the air gets hotter and drier, and flames burn down the door. And we are both trapped in a circle of fire I know I have created.
And my eyes open, and the dream disappears…
And all I remember is overwhelming despair.
That was the first day.
That dream is VERY important. Pay attention!!
Any comments, suggestions, ideas will be well received unless I know you in person and you are the one who keeps telling me to kill everybody(you know who you are…)
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