Well, second chapter in two days. you guys are lucky ^^ do not expect this pace to continue, as i am currently failing all of my classes in school (except English and History) and will likely be murdered by my parents when they find out. as for the sex scene with the clown, it is coming along nicely. GUYS I AM SUPER SERIAL RIGHT NOW, UNLESS SOMEBODY JUMPS IN AND STOPS ME, I'M GOING TO WRITE A WEIRD CLOWN SEX SCENE.
*coughs* anyways, thank you for those who reveiwed the last chapter, your ideas were helpful.
I'd like to thank and give credit to NewWings, for bringing crows into the picture, and MAJOR credit to Happii Haden because i've used (will used) most of your ideas. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT! ^^ :D
Anyways...
He's act two. Right after their resident fortune teller.
Sometimes he thought she really was a quack, because all she ever told anybody was dark, gloomy stuff, some of it was frightening, even after all he'd seen and heard. But then around camp, she knew everything about everybody, and it wasn't enough that she could supposedly tell the future but she also had an annoying habit of reading your thoughts. That added value to her act and almost disproved the theory that she was a quack, but it was really annoying and Deidara often contemplated the consequences of just cutting her tongue out or something like that, whenever she'd reveal an embarrassing truth about his thoughts.
Then he would think that if even half of her predictions were true then the world would be a very, very dark place. Of course, he'd seen the outside world, he'd lived that life for the first twelve years and he could vouch for the fact that it was truly a terrible place.
But he didn't want to think about any of that.
Currently he was blindfolded and tied up more ways than could possibly be healthy – ignoring the fact that being tied up isn't healthy at all – and to make it worse, he was upside down. He loved being upside down.
He just hoped they'd remembered to set up the net this time.
Sasori had been a little reluctant – despite his earlier question – to assist in this particular trick. After all it was dangerous and he could end up being hurt, but after being assured over and over that nothing bad would happen, Sasori actually had fun with it and was certain that the blonde wouldn't escape so easily.
They had him up above a large net, upside down, his arms trapped in by a strait jacket, blinded and unable to move.
"He's gonna fall."
He looked up to see the girl – the only girl who was part of this freak show – with blue hair standing beside him, where they watched from up high, behind the audience. She was weird, this one, and he vaguely remembered Deidara calling her Konan.
"What do you mean, he's meant to fall, right?"
They watched the kid squirm slightly, the chain holding him up swinging dangerously, threatening to snap. It seemed he didn't move his upper body at all – not that it would be any use – settling instead for using his legs.
Konan frowned slightly, amber eyes glazed over, she whispered, "he's gonna get hurt."
Sasori didn't quite like the way her words made him feel… afraid. Though no matter what anyone said, it was a feeling he was well used to by now. He guessed that's why anybody would resort to something like this; because they were afraid to live on their own, they were sick of being so alone. They'd rather be the centre of a crowd, even if that crowd was full of gawking, terrified idiots, than spend one more moment on their own.
He actually remembered seeing a line on the ceiling earlier, that said;
I'm tired of living but I'm too afraid to die.
Those words and all the rest, scribbled along the walls and roof, told Sasori more about the boy then anything he'd said the entire day, did.
And it turned out he was a pretty cool kid. Broken in places maybe, a little screwed up, caught up in a freak show and used to that heavy, lonely feeling, but he wasn't like anybody Sasori had ever met before. Not like one of those people on the outside who only saw you for what you looked like or the way you acted.
Sasori couldn't help but worry about him. But he had been promised that nothing would happen and rather then get involved, he decided to trust in those words.
"Pft and they call me weird," Hidan had decided that this was the best time to join their conversation, "he looks like a fucking worm."
"Find the chainsaw?" Konan asked though she already knew he had.
"Yeah. We're gonna paint the crowd red," he smirked dangerously.
Sasori decided not to say anything else.
Then, so quick you would've missed it had you blinked, Deidara fell from his place, the chains perfectly intact. As he fell, he shed the strait jacket, the bindings still done up, the material simply fell off of his body and into the crowd, propelled by the speed of his fall and the slight, practised flourish to it all.
Still blindfolded, he fell gracefully onto the net below, showing no signs of fear at all of the possibility that death was waiting instead, much to the audiences amazement. They clapped and cheered for his weird little display.
Sasori found that even he was impressed by the way the chains were still visibly linked together and none of the locks were broken nor were any of the straps from the jacket. He knew he couldn't possibly have done those chains too loose. Hell when he left, Deidara barely had room to breathe.
Deidara fell onto the net, bouncing slightly, his legs gave way after the effort of breaking free and the added impact of the fall. He sat on his knees, legs slightly spread, hands on the net and body leaning forward slightly, vaguely aware that his hair had gotten loose somehow. He listened to the crowd; their cheering was music to his ears.
The trick itself was simple; nothing more than just a bit of awkward bending – which required an unhealthy amount of flexibility – sleight of hand and faith. Hardly anything worthy of a freak show which is why he'd insisted on being second today. After all, he couldn't very well follow the next act with a trick he'd learned when he was thirteen.
With more preparation, he could come up with something better but showing around the new guy had consumed a lot of his time. This was his fall act and never failed to get a reaction from the crowd. But it was when knives and cages got into it, that things started to get really freaky.
This act took him right back to when he was a kid, first joining the Akatsuki. The first time he'd ever stepped in front of a crowd.
He'd almost been sick that day.
It was such a long time ago… he'd been so young…
So.. afraid.
The wall, or rather the phrases he'd written on it, were like tiny gateways to the past he hated to remember. He had grown up so much since then and didn't like to think about the weak little kid he used to be.
Those words were transient scars, reminders, motivators to move on a live. Just like this trick he did. It reminded him to be strong.
Someday, when he felt he was ready, he'd get rid of those words. All of them. And he'd stop relying on this particular act and try something new. One day when he didn't need a constant reminder, that is.
Up above, behind the audience, Sasori was recovering from an almost heart attack.
"I thought you said he was going to be hurt?" he asked.
Hidan had long since been dragged off to prepare for his act which would be near the end.
Konan laughed, not looking away from the stage where Deidara had removed his blindfold and was yelling buzz words at the crowd. A serene smile took over her expression, hiding the troubled secrets hidden in her amber eyes, she said, "yes, but I didn't say tonight."
After recovering and having a brief talk with the crowd – even if he didn't know where he was, he liked to interact with the people – Deidara watched the rest of the show with Sasori, coaxing him into sitting near the front where they could get a better view.
Normally, the Akatsuki wouldn't watch their own performances, but having heard the word chainsaw earlier, Deidara wanted to be as close to the ground as possible.
He only wished he'd been there when it came time to volunteer to wield the awesome weapon.
They sat through almost the entire thing, watching as Itachi lit the place up because apparently, he was a fire breathing freak – Sasori had taken to calling all of them freaks, in his mind. He noticed Deidara seemed rather drawn to the fire, like a moth or something like that, which was strange because he didn't look like a pyromaniac, but his eyes said differently. His eyes said he wanted to light up the world and watch it burn.
Things got weird once the fire started turning black, well after the first flames had died out anyways. It seemed wherever those eyes went, black flames hissed to live, emitting enough heat to nearly suffocate the desert dwelling people of Sasori's hometown. Oddly enough though, this new type of flame seemed to change Deidara's mood and he frowned as blood began to pool at the corners of Itachi's eyes.
"He's not supposed to over exert himself like this, un," Deidara said. It was clear to him that the effort it took to keep the tent in flames – and yet, not hurt anyone in the process – was putting a strain on his friend.
If anything was to kill the Uchiha, he'd rather it was him.
But then, someone would step in any moment, because when she wasn't on stage, Konan was almost never wrong.
And sure enough, Itachi dispersed in a flock of crows – the real reason he'd been taken in by the Akatsuki – only narrowly avoiding being stabbed by a spear of all things, held by Tobi. The fire died out as the crows dispersed.
Not that anybody would hear him from up there, but Deidara saw Tobi's mouth move in the form of the word idiot on account of the fact that his cousin had almost just killed himself.
Now Tobi's approach to entertainment was a lot more childish and interactive. He was like Deidara and liked talking to the people, as well as occasionally calling for volunteers. He was great with illusions though couldn't actually change the shape or placement of an object; he could get an entire crowd to believe he had. However, the thing that had gotten him here – something you can't train to be able to do – was his ability to teleport. Everyone in the crowd would always believe it to be another illusion, which added a lot to his credibility as an illusionist.
His act was often one of the weird ones as he'd fumble around the stage, playing the part of child stuck in a teenager's body, pulling off tricks that screwed with your mind and seemed even more amazing due to the one doing them, with the help of Zetsu who generally stuck to helping the boy with his act and rarely, if ever, displayed his own weird talent.
Deidara enjoyed the sounds of shock and awe that surrounded Tobi's act almost as much as he enjoyed the screams and the sound of the chainsaw ripping through Hidan as the entire crowd was splashed with blood. It was even more horrifying – apparently – to see him still talking and moving though he'd been cut in half.
Sasori was now regretting letting the brat drag him to the front.
"Okay, I'm leaving," he said, shuddering, covered in red, he felt sick.
"Wait un, I'll come with you!" Deidara chased after him.
Once outside, Sasori let loose and threw up. How could anybody watch that?!
He'd seen more than enough blood in his life to know the value of it and couldn't image a way they could've faked that.
The images replayed in his mind and he felt his stomach churn.
"Weak stomach indeed, un," Deidara's voice floated towards him from behind. He looked up to see the blonde smirking slightly, "don't worry un, Hidan'll be fine."
Sasori didn't say anything but wondered briefly why Deidara was wearing gloves. He hadn't been earlier and it was hot out here, even by his standards.
"Come-on un, the others will be waiting for us back in the Akatsuki sector." Well, everyone who wasn't busy trying to calm the crowd and get Hidan back into one piece.
Sasori followed silently.
His first day in the Akatsuki so far, was indescribable without using the word disturbing.
But they'd be leaving in less than an hour so it was too late to change his mind now.
P.S, i am aware i left Kisame out, mainly because nobody suggested anything for him Dx and i left Pein out as well for other reasons.