Chapter Three:
The rain had subsided with the exception of a little drizzle of precipitation. Michiko lifted her limp body from the bed to the window. She saw her reflection, which was slightly distorted by the drops of water clinging to the glass. The pitiful excuse for a kunoichi stared back at her. She furrowed her brow at the pathetic figure frowning back at her before she aggressively thrust the windowpane up and thought about jumping out, running away. Her face softened as she kept herself from committing the impulsive act. She left the window and crawled back into the bed, the dark blue blankets engulfing her.
The air was cold and the smell of rain lingered in the wood and leaves of the trees that surrounded the secluded hideout. She heard a rapping on the door and a muffled voice calling her name. She decided not to answer.
She heard the door creak open. She became frustrated with her intruder, but felt too numb to take action.
Deidara crossed over to the open window and leaned out scanning the grounds. He didn't find anything. He felt a presence in the room suddenly. He whirled around expecting to see another Akatsuki member at the door, but he didn't. He looked around curiously and realized it was Michiko. She hadn't run away after all. She was in bed still.
He went to the bedside and stood over her, relief sweeping over him. She turned around and moaned, her hair a mess around her head. "What do you want?" She said with a sleepy frown.
"Would you like to have breakfast with me?" He asked with a smile. He was hoping she would give him a chance to explain himself, let him tell his side of the story.
She looked into his soft blue-green eyes that gently lay upon her and thought of Kakashi. All the times she had breakfast with him. Morning conversations of extra fluffy clouds resembling cotton candy to the meaning of life over coffee and a muffin filled her mind. She thought of what he was up to this morning as she agreed to the breakfast Deidara had offered her in hazy consciousness.