So i'm back. sorry that i've been gone for so long and that this is so short, but you can expect somewhat regular updates from now on ^^ so i was thinking i'd do a continuation of 'Does It Rain Where You Are?' a few years later centering around Sasuke and Naruto... any SasuNaru fans out there?! and you know... it'd have the akatsuki in the background of things...
OOH, I JUST STARTED WATCHING DURARARA! and i soooooooo badly ship Shinra&Celty! and SHIZAYA! i'll be honest, they're the reason i started watching the series...
if i dissapear again suddenly, just assume i've failed all my midyears, which by the way, were this week.
His act was simple.
Simple, for one with no fear of death or extreme bodily pain. And he was feeling rather fearless today.
The plan was that he'd be put in a cage – not before he allowed a volunteer – for good measure – to chain him up so he could barely move. At that point, a blindfold would be redundant but one would still be offered anyway.
Once he was actually on stage, tied up, blindfolded and placed awkwardly in a small cage, the adrenaline and slight panic began to set in, because honestly, this trick was dangerous and there was a very big risk of him dying.
But really, what were the chances of that happening tonight?
The conflicting voices in his head, one saying this is absolutely safe and the other screaming, what the hell are you thinking, were giving him a headache, which probably wasn't good for his focus but it all cleared up when he heard the distant, concerned whispers of the crowd who were already beginning to worry.
The cage itself was tested by a separate volunteer and sure enough, there were no loose bars, no trapdoors, no tricks.
Just a tied up blonde and a knife-happy psychopath.
It could be – and had been – argued that he had a power similar to Tobi's but as Deidara would readily assure you; he was simply one hell of an escape artist.
The light changed slightly when Hidan tossed a red cloth over the cage, hanging just high enough that you could see the ground and know that there were no tricks.
Once he'd selected a couple of swords from a pile off to the side, Hidan tapped the cage twice to let the other know they were starting. He knew to wait exactly five seconds.
See, it took exactly three seconds for Deidara to get his hands free and two seconds for simple suspense.
The crowd always got a kick out of possible death situations and didn't hesitate to scream when the first sword stabbed through the red fabric.
Sasori watched from above, really wondering how the brat was expecting to survive this, but he guessed if there was any real danger, Konan would've stepped in by now, as that seemed to be the way things worked around here.
He had been thinking about her the whole time while watching the children preform – because somebody had to stand out in the crowd and support them – and even more so now as he watched Hidan stab another eight swords into that cage – he swore one of them came out red.
He just couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't come back. She didn't seem the type to get that upset.
The crowd screamed yet again and maybe louder this time, as a sword stabbed right through Hidan's neck and he fell forward, impaling himself on one of he sword ends sticking out of the cage. As he fell, he grabbed at the red cloth, pulling it to reveal Deidara was no longer there which kind of made sense seeing as he was the one holding the sword.
The chains lay still connected and locked up. Deidara still wore is blindfold but also displayed an arrogant smirk.
He was… happy?
Sasori couldn't quite tell.
From here, there seemed to be an emptiness in those eyes that no amount of bloodshed could fill.
The crowd continued to scream and cheer with a careful mix of terror and excitement and Deidara played the part of the performer, and bowed ungracefully, before doing his part as circus resident and dragging Hidan's still moving body off of the swords and off of the stage, leaving a trail of blood in their wake.
The crowd seemed less panicked by all the blood then they should've been which could potentially be credited to the fact that this was Ame and bad shit happened here all the time. Or this was possibly just a very brave crowd. Whatever.
Sasori watched the final acts, seeing Itachi put to use that weird crow thing of his to narrowly avoid losing a match and ending up nearly burning a kid sitting in the crowd – why they allowed kids in here was a mystery to Sasori – in the process of claiming victory. This was only the third time Sasori had seen the Uchiha's act but he could tell something was wrong. He watched Tobi pull a rabbit seemingly out of thin air and turn it into a bouquet of fake white flowers which he handed over with fake shyness, to a teen girl sitting in the front row. It seemed his act was more of service to the crowd then it was anything else, a sort of fluff segment to calm anyone who was uneasy due to the last few acts, though Sasori had been told by Konan earlier of times when Tobi's act could be a lot darker.
Of course after all of that, Sasori still had to get on stage, since he'd be last act for the duration of their week in Ame. He was warned not to try anything new for a while, as there was always a danger of hurting somebody, which was never good because none of the Akatsuki wanted to cover up another death.
Deidara was walking back from the nurse in the dark while the rest of the performances earned screams and applause respectively. Sakura had not been happy to have to deal with Hidan in that particular state. They both knew from experience that throat injuries were the worst to sew up, which is why they usually took care to avoid that area – unless fully severing his head.
But it had been so much fun.
Deidara ran into Konan on the way back to the main tent, standing where she hadn't been before, a blank expression on her usually annoyed face, she didn't even look like she was thinking.
"Hey un, what's up?" he asked, his voice losing volume as he approached. He observed her deadened eyes and the blue nails digging into her stomach and could guess slightly what was going on. "Oh I see un, it's that time of the year again isn't it?"
Konan sighed, "Shut up," she said though the words held no malice or emotion of any sort. She sounded defeated in a sad little way. "Why aren't you preforming?"
"I already went un. I stabbed the fuck out of Hidan; you should've been there un."
Konan frowned, "I don't think guts and gore would be the best thing for me right now," though there was no doubt in the blondes mind that she had seen it anyway. "But the crowd got a kick out of it, right?"
Deidara nodded.
There were a lot of things he wanted to say right then, but it seemed almost as though he were walking on broken glass with this issue and so he settled for something plain.
"It's beautiful here un, I really don't know why you left."
Out here away from the city, he could see the sky properly. The sight of such an endless void of black had always made him feel so small.
"Tch, you mean besides the violence, the murders and the street gangs?" Konan asked, smiling slightly.
"Not to mention the scores of guys out to kill you both un."
"Yes, let's not forget that." again the frown returned to her face and she murmured, "It isn't exactly the ideal place to raise a child, is it?"
"No un, I guess not. But you and leader turned out alright, don't you think?"
Konan shrugged, "it depends what you mean by alright," she looked up in the direction of the main tent and said, "come-on, you don't want to miss the final act, do you?"
Deidara yawned; it had been such a long day.
"Actually Konan un, I think I'm gonna head back. Go on without me."
He felt happy for a small moment when a knowing smile twisted her frown. "Suit yourself."