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It was 11:00 am when they woke up the next morning. They woke up at the same time, hugging each other for warmth. They laughed, and sat up, welcoming the New Year with a yawn.
"Good morning, Hinata..." Deidara took a sidelong glance at her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. He wondered what she'd do if he decided to kiss her right now. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he pulled her so that she could look at him. Then, quickly, he pressed his lips to hers. When they parted, Hinata couldn't look at him without becoming flustered and shy. "G-Good morning, D-D-Deidara…" She glanced at him, and he laughed. He felt a kind of confidence in making Hinata feel like that.
"I'm going… to take a shower now…" She swiftly hopped out of bed, ignoring the strong chill as she strode to the bathroom. He watched her every step of the way, she noticed.
When Deidara heard the shower going, he decided to make himself a cup of hot chocolate. I wonder what Hinata looks like in the shower. He thought, suddenly. Blushing, he slapped himself for thinking such a thing. What would she say, knowing that he was acting just like a horny teenager? Still, he found himself carrying his cup of hot chocolate with him to the bathroom. He slowly opened the door and set the cup down on the counter by the sink. Oh god, Deidara. What are you doing?
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Oh gosh… Deidara is so…!! Hinata closed her eyes and let the hot water flow. I can't believe that I've been writing letters to him all this time… It's like a fairy tale. Or a fanfiction… (Ahem.)
Hinata smiled to herself as the smell of Hot Chocolate suddenly filled the room. Huh? Pulling the shower curtain a little bit to the side, she peeked out to find Deidara at the door. "Um…" She noticed him blushing as he looked at her. "Deidara…?" She called shyly. He flinched and looked away, his cheeks turning darker. "Hinata… Uh… I… Well…" His constantly darkening cheeks caused her to blush as she thought the worst. Is there something wrong?
"I know it's weird to be telling you this while you're… - gulp - … in the bathroom… but…" Come on, Deidara, what would a cool person do in this situation? STUPID! A COOL PERSON WOULDN'T EVEN BE IN THIS SITUATION. Mentally sighing, he said, "I want you."
Both were silent. Then, Hinata closed the shower curtain. Deidara, thoroughly humiliated, hit his head on the wall. Hard. It sent a crack all the way to the ceiling. "Sorry, I'll leave now." He left quickly, leaving his Hot Chocolate in the bathroom.
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When Hinata got out of the shower, she found Deidara lying on the bed. The sheets were stained red, and he seemed to have passed out. Quickly she threw on dry clothes – despite her very wet hair – and rushed to Deidara's side. "Oh my God! Deidara! Wh-What happened!?" She shrieked. Deidara opened one eye and smiled a little at her. "Aah, nothing. I'm just a little embarrassed, that's all." He said, wiping his forehead. When he saw that his hand was covered in blood, he sat up. "Oh my." Was all he said. Hinata silently pushed him to put on warm clothes and head out to the hospital.
Deidara had to get a stitch in his forehead. Hinata couldn't be in there while he got stitched up – she couldn't handle looking at that sort of thing. As the doctor sewed him up, he asked, "Deidara, what could possibly possess you to do a thing like bash your head against a wall?" Deidara laughed a little. "Oh, I just embarrassed myself in front of the girl I love…" He brought his knees up and hugged his legs to his chest. "The girl you love…" The doctor glanced at the door. "Yeah. That's her…"
The doctor dismissed him, wishing him good luck in his love life. He walked out of the room and immediately took Hinata's hand, for the doctor to see. He winked at the doctor as he left.
Hinata stopped Deidara in the waiting room, examining his stitch. She held his face, making him blush. "Now what would cause you to do something like bash your head on a wall?" She asked, brushing his hair away from his face. He looked into her eyes, and caught the moment when she glanced into his. Her cheeks turned pink, and almost pulled away if it weren't for his arms suddenly wrapping around her. Casually, he leaned down to kiss her lightly. When his lips pulled away, he felt Hinata lean up to kiss him again, but she noticed that he wasn't kissing her yet. "Uwaah…" She squeaked in embarrassment. She looked down, but he kissed her forehead and froze her in place.
"I hit my head because I said a certain thing to the girl I like…" He said softly. Hinata tilted her head. "What did you…"
I want you.
Suddenly, her blush intensified as she recalled what he said. He chuckled, leaning over and nipping at her ear. "Let's go home…" He whispered, startling Hinata greatly at how confident he became. He held her hand tight all the way back to the apartment.
Hinata stared at Deidara as he walked. He seemed to be rejuvenated. It was as if that stitch on his forehead gave him confidence. It was very… attractive.
Deidara glanced back at her and noticed her stares. He smirked at her, and she blushed.
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It was a mystery.
The minute he walked out of the hospital room – when he winked at the doctor – Deidara's mind suddenly started to send out random goals and realizations for him to soak in. When he held Hinata out in the waiting room of the hospital, he felt – for the first time – flirtatious. It felt great. Now, as he was pulling Hinata back home, he felt odd to have this new goal –
To make out with her.
At least, to leave a mark on her that she could take back with her to New York. To show that she was his. Only.
Did all men feel this possessive of a girl? He hoped so, because he was acting a little too strange for himself to handle.
"Deidara…?" He heard Hinata beside him. He felt his possessive instincts kick in, and he pressed her against the door. He brought his face close to hers, then opened the door to let them stumble inside. He pressed his lips to hers in a slow but rough kiss, sending unfamiliar chills down their spine. I want her. I want her. I want her. He barely let her breathe as he parted for air. The same phrase repeated itself over and over, clouding his mind with inappropriate thoughts.
She squeaked when he trailed kisses down her cheeks and to her neck – which she could have sworn was covered by a scarf a second ago. He expertly removed her jacket and his own, letting himself wrap arms around her hips. "Dei-Deidara!" She squealed as he let a cold hand slip under her shirt and rest on the small of her back. He licked her neck once before looking up at her. "Yes?" He asked, seemingly oblivious to what he was doing to her. By now he had made her sit on the bed, with him leaning over her.
Her cheeks were bright red and only turned darker as she brought him down to her level. Her hand rested behind his head – on his neck – and her other arm rested on his shoulder. Struggling to stay level headed, she kissed his forehead softly. The second she pulled away, he advanced on her, kissing her everywhere her clothes didn't cover. He carried her so that she was all the way on the bed and straddled her. She was breathing heavily, and he paused for a long minute.
Hinata looked at him, her blush dying down a little bit. "A-Are you okay…?" she asked, sitting up. I hope I haven't been kissing the wrong way or something…
Deidara placed both hands on her face. "Hinata… Um… I'm…" Sorry? Dizzy? Horny? Oh… Now that he thought about it, he was a bit dizzy. The stitch on his head was starting to throb. He felt himself waver and fall to the side, landing comfortably among the pillows.
"Deidara? Deidara! Are you alright? W-Wake up!"
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"Well, Miss Hinata, it looks like Deidara suffered from a little more than a cut on his head…"
"Oh gosh… is that bad?"
"It's not too bad. Just a small concussion. It looks like he might not have been himself for the past few hours…"
"…That's true…"
Deidara woke up covered in his own blankets. He smelled a cup of hot chocolate next to him, and he saw the doctor and Sasori talking in the corner.
"Thank goodness… you're awake." Hinata sat beside him on the bed, holding his hand tightly. "What happened…?" Deidara lifted her hand up and observed their interlaced fingers. "You passed out… I got worried… the doctor was nice enough to make a house call." She kissed his cheek. Deidara closed his eyes and relaxed onto her shoulder. "I'm sorry… I don't remember last night at all…" he sighed. He felt Hinata stiffen and he looked at her. She was blushing really hard. "Something wrong? What did I do last night?"
Hinata leaned over and whispered something in his ear. When she pulled away, he blushed. "I'm-I'm sorry! I didn't – I wasn't – " Hinata squeezed his hand. "It's alright… I… enjoyed it."
The doctor left, and Sasori crawled onto the bed and sat beside Deidara opposite Hinata. "My, oh my. You two…" It was as if he knew what happened last night. Like he was the one making out with…
"Oh. Hinata… You're leaving in two days, isn't that right?" Sasori asked, leaning forward to look at her. She seemed surprised and disappointed. "Yeah… You're right…"
What am I doing, starting a relationship with Deidara? We're going to be separated again…
Suddenly depressed, she got up and prepared everyone hot chocolate. She noticed a very long time ago that when she was sad, she cheered herself up by serving others. It was a strange habit. But somehow, seeing another person happy was enough to lift her spirits. However, she saw the look in Deidara's eyes, and she knew that he wanted to talk to her about it.
The three drank in silence. Deidara could feel what she was feeling – sad, depressed, disappointed. He looked at Sasori, who took it as his sign to leave. "Thanks for the drink, Hinata. I'll see you in a bit, okay?" He walked over and gave her a quick – much needed – hug and stalked off to his apartment.
Hinata tried to avoid eye contact with Deidara, but it was impossible, what with him tugging and playing with her hair. He finished his drink and reached over Hinata to set it down on the side table. He lingered in front of her for a while, and she couldn't help but look back at him. He stared into her eyes intently.
"You are leaving… On the 4th." He said in a low murmur. She nodded, subconsciously bringing her face closer to his. "You're going back… to New York." She bit her lip and closed her eyes. She was about to cry, but desperately held back. Deidara held her face close to his. He kissed her lightly. "It's okay. We can do this." He reassured, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers. She shook her head as a tear began to fall down her cheek. "You know we can." He felt her wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his shoulder.
"I'll miss you… all the time…" She sobbed. He kissed her hair, her cheeks, and hugged her as tightly as he could. He couldn't help but blush in embarrassment – he didn't really know what to do when it came to comforting a girl. Especially about a relationship. Their relationship. "I'll write to you, Hinata… for sure!" he assured, rubbing her back. She sobbed harder. Oh. What to do… he closed his eyes and breathed in.
"I love you." He didn't know – it just came out. It definitely made her happy, though. She looked up at him and smiled a little. "I love you, too." He leaned down and kissed her softly, and she cheered up a little.
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It was late at night, and Deidara sat at the kitchen table, pieces of paper and pens in front of him. Let's see… If I write and send a letter to her today, then she'll get it by the time she gets home. I've gotta write something meaningful…
Deidara sat there and thought long and hard. It has to be something that'll… Um… reassure her. That I'll love her forever. He thought of drawing her flowers and putting together a lovely package full of… well, anything he thought she'd like. But he didn't really have the time – or stealth – to do that.
Then, suddenly, something perfect popped into his mind. Immediately, he began to write.
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Aah, kinda short. I dunno. I just wanted to put something up.
Hope everyone's enjoying life right now!
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