Chouji alternate ending

Dei's POV

I walked into the art room pondering what was happening to my lover. He was being so distant, like he doesn't want to see me. Then, speak of the devil there he was carving a puppet body part out of the bench. I walked over to him slowly as a snail.

"Sasori no danna, un?" I said quietly.

He turned to face me, glaring daggers. It scared me quite a bit so I didn't dare move closer.

"What's going on?" I asked. "You've been so distant lately, un."

"Get the fuck away." he said icily.

It was like I was talking to a whole nother Sasori here.

"You're just another fucking whore." Sasori said. I didn't know what he was talking about at all. "Settle for me, but once Sasuke's open, you jump for him. Another typical blonde."

I heard ripping of fabric, and blades came out from his sides. I finally got my guts up and got nearer to him, every step feeling somewhat like death.

"Come on Sasori this isn't funny, un." Deidara said, taking one full step forward.

His eyes lit on fire and one of the blades surged forward and cut my arm, it could've killed me too if I didn't move backwards. I realized what was happening and tears formed in my eye, my heart tearing painfully in two. I bit my lip so hard that it bled and I faced the floor while I screamed at him.

"If you want to break up so badly then so be it!" I yelled, turning and running.

Author's POV

Sasori just watched her run out, seething.

"Don't play dumb." he said to her fading presence. "You never wanted me."

After a few more moments, he left the room silently. The only evidence of what was said and happened that night being Deidara's blood and tears. She ran all the way home, the flow never stopping. Her arm continued to bleed and her tears didn't cease. When she got home, she went in her room and slammed the door closed. As she lay on her bed, crying, she suddenly felt the pain on her arm. If was wonderful.

"I threw my damn kunais away." she said, cursing herself.

"Dei?" Ino called. "Are you okay in there? I'm coming in."

The elder blonde entered the room, her stomach slightly bigger, although Deidara hadn't noticed.

"What happened?" she asked. "You haven't cried like this since your brother died."

"No, hic. N-nothing, hic, happened, un." the younger replied, drying her red-rimmed eyes. "Just, hic, a cut."

Ino took her crying cousin into her lap, stroking her hair softly, gently.

"It's okay." she said quietly. "It'll be over soon, when you're back, it's not so bad looking back. You'll see it when you get to recovering."

After an hour or so, Deidara fell asleep in Ino's arms and awoke the next day feeling positively horrible. The cut in her arm, (or more like gash) had dried blood all around it and it had leaked onto the bed.

"Fuck." she said. "It's worse than when it's the time of the month, un. It's going to take forever to take out."

Deidara tore off the sheets and went into the bathroom to toss it in the hamper. Then she stripped her clothes off and stepped into the shower. When she was done, she dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her body and went into her closet. Without bothering to fix her wound which was looking like it was threatening to bleed again, she picked out a set of clothes. Her pants were a deep shade of red, four pockets on her legs, Two on the back, two on the side along with the normal set of pockets. Her shirt was black with rose petals blowing across it. She barely made it to class on time, and throughtout the day, her feet just took her around the school by instinct. During lunch, Sasori wasn't there at the table.

"Hey, Hidan?" Deidara said.

"Ya?" he said. "What the fuck is it?"

"Do you have any cutters, un? You mutilate yourself all the time."

"Yeah, sure." Hidan said, throwing about five or six across the table.

"Thanks, un."

"No problem."

The blonde took one and shoved the rest in her pockets and started to ruthlessly slash at her arm. Red rivers flowed down her arms and splashed on the floor.

"Shit!" Kisame said, grabbing her arms. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Cutting myself, un." Deidara replied emotionlessly. "What's it look like?"

"Deidara." Itachi cut in. "You're not immortal like Hidan or able to sow yourself back together like Kakuzu, so I advise you to stop."

Tobi came over and glomped Deidara down. "Cutting is bad for Deidara-chan! Right Zetsu-san?"

"I think it's kinda cool. But it's not healthy!"

The blonde didn't say anything, but she did shove Tobi off.

"It's nothing." she began. "It doesn't hurt like it should."

Te bell rang, and she got up to walk to art. It shocked everybody by the way she spoke. When Deidara got to class she sat at the eisle in the darkest corner, the farthest from Sasori.

"Alright class." Kurenai said. "Lets paint. You make whatevery you want out of it was long as it stays on the eisle."

Most of the class began taking up the paintbrush and smock, (is that what the thingy's called?) but Deidara took a cutter out of her pocket and cut a fresh wound on her arm. Then she ran her finger through the cut and started to fingerpaint with the blood. She was so engrossed in what she was painting that she didn't notice how much blood was running down. When Kurenai came to inspect what they were painting, she stopped at Deidara's for a longer time.

"It's beautiful Deidara!" she exclaimed. "You've painted all the different colors and textures of a rose. I'm impressed, but how much paint did you use? It covers the whole canvas."

"I didn't use paint, un." Deidara said. "It's blood."

"What?"

But the blonde didn't get a second chance to answer as she had passed out from blood loss. (As other many times she did) Most of the students came over to check on her, but Sasori stayed in his seat, idly wondering if he had been the one to blame. As a couple of students carried the blonde to the infirmary, he turned back to his work and continued to ignore what had happened.

Deidara's POV

The last thing I remember was falling unconsious during art and now I'm in a car with Ino's boyfriend driving me home.

"Chouji, un?" I said, sitting up.

"Oh yeah." he said. "How are you? You're going to be in trouble when you get home. Ino's been worried sick about you."

"Thanks for driving me home." I said, then gripping my head. "How hard did I fall, un?"

"We'll discuss this inside okay?" Chouji said, getting out and pulling open my door.

We went inside and I was glomped by my older cousin.

"Thank Kami-sama you're alive!" she said bursting into tears. "I though that something was up! Why didn't you tell me something was wrong?"

I sighed and hugged her back.

"Yeah, un. I'm fine." I said, then I let her go. "Weren't we going to discuss this inside, un?"

We sat down in the living room and Ino started the conversation.

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Gasp! What's going to happen next? Well, do you want me to split it into more alternate endings? If yes, then should I have Sasori apologize, or end this in tragedy as the first alternate Chouji ending. If no, then choose tragedy or happliy ever after.

Tragedy, happily ever after, or two alternate endings of both?