A/N: Much more fluff on the way!
Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I've been reading fanfictions... Ironically!
I hope you enjoy this one :)
Retreating into the safety of his room, the blonde slammed the solid wooden door behind him, a little harder than he had intended. Leaning back against the timber, his fingers skimmed his mouth, almost disbelievingly, replaying the scene in his mind again as if trying to convince himself that it all really had happened.
Damn, that Konan… He thought bitterly. He fought back the urge to march right back out there to find the green-haired girl and demand to know what that was all about. Tomorrow night. I'll ask her tomorrow… After dinner. He sighed and flopped onto the bed, snatching a ball of clay out of his ninja pouch as he did so and began to mould it between his fingers.
The next day's dinner came and went, sooner than he had hoped, and as the Akatsuki members filed out of the room one by one, he found himself left alone in the kitchen with Akira. His eyes scanned the room quickly and he stretched his hearing into the neighbouring corridors.
Deciding the coast was clear, he opened his mouth to speak and turned back to face two piercing blue eyes jabbing into his soul from across the table.
Suddenly unable to form words, Akira laughed nervously and spoke for him. 'I guess you're probably wondering what that was all about last night, huh?'
He frowned slightly and nodded.
She pursed her lips and looked up at the ceiling. She wasn't sure herself. All she knew was that when she was there, and in that moment, it had felt like the right thing to do.
After a few minutes of thinking, she sighed. 'I don't really know… I guess it just seemed right at the time,'
Shifting awkwardly, she risked a glance at his face. He was watching her with an unreadable expression and it was making her feel uncomfortable. He tilted his head slightly and blinked, completely lost for words.
Akira moved to sit beside him, internally willing him to say something, anything, to break this horrendous silence. His eyes followed her as she crossed the room and slowly shrunk into the chair next to him.
'I'm sorry,' She spoke, her voice barely a whisper. He had not expected her to apologise, nor had he wanted her to. Hiding her eyes behind a short curtain of teal hair, she fought back a small tear that was threatening to spill over her cheek.
'You don't have to apologise, yeah.' His sudden voice made her jump and she dared herself to peer up at him. 'I… I don't regret what you did…' He started slowly. 'It just surprised me, that's all, yeah.'
He reached over to brush her fringe to the side gently, revealing her startlingly blue eyes and his lips turned at the corners into a reassuring smile.
It took a minute for her to register what he'd said. And she swallowed hard, but before she could respond, he pressed his lips softly against hers, making her tense at the contact. Her eyes slipped closed as she allowed herself to relax, his tongue dancing against her mouth. She parted her lips granting him entrance, and wound her fingers into his golden hair.
He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss while his free hand lightly caressed one of her reddening cheeks. After a few minutes he pulled back panting slightly, and blue met blue in a blazing and passionate stare.
Deidara was the first to move, leaning his forehead against hers and making her shiver as the cold metal of his forehead protector landed on her skin.
'Sorry, yeah,' His warm breath blew against her lower face as he spoke, and she grinned.
'You don't have to apologise…' She snuggled into his chest, burying her face into his shoulder and grasping a handful of the trademark Akatsuki cloak. She felt him chuckle slightly and he shifted them so that she was sitting in his lap.
Suddenly, something loud shattered against the hard floor in the doorway, making them both flinch violently at the startling noise.
Akira's eyes widened and a low growl rose from Deidara's throat threateningly. The noise had been a glass smashing on the floor and its owner had unfortunately been a certain silver-haired loudmouth.
Hidan was staring disbelievingly at the pair, but it didn't take long for a mischievous glint to spark in his eyes and a nasty-looking smirk cross his mouth. 'Just wait till the others fucking hear about this!'
*************** Later that night ***************
Akira slumped against the stone corridor wall, panting and gasping for breath. Deidara mirrored her action from the opposite wall as they surrendered their hopeless chase. Hidan, now free from his pursuers, skipped gleefully back down the hall towards the living room in search of the few members who would join in his fun of tormenting them.
'That damn fool…' The blonde hissed in between breaths.
'I guess they'd find out sooner or later,' Akira muttered, finding Hidan's childish escape somewhat amusing, despite their situation.
'Nothing we can do about it now. Once that jerk gets something in his head, he won't let it go 'til it kills him, which, ironically can't be done, yeah.'
Her ears pricked up at this. 'You mean, he can't be killed? What is he, like a Zombie or something?'
He laughed. 'I guess you could say that, yeah. He is immortal… Unfortunately.' Deidara helped her to stand and they began making their way to their rooms.
'Oh hey, I almost forgot,' the blonde paused and fished in his pocket, retrieving something small and white. He offered it on his palm to Akira who, on further inspection, realised the item was a miniature clay rose. 'I made it last night after… erm, you know. I didn't really know what it was going to be until I finished, but I think it turned out alright.'
He rubbed the back of his head and grinned when she took it from him. Each section had been delicately moulded and crafted into a charming array of rose petals.
'It's beautiful! I love it,' Her eyes lit up and the dimly flickering candlelight in the hallway danced across her iris's, illuminating their striking colour.
A heated blush snuck up his neck and he turned away before it could reach his face. 'Yeah, umm, I thought you might…'
He hadn't noticed before, but just below her left eye was the tiniest snippet of a faded pink scar. She spotted him eyeing her cheek and her lifted her fingers to trace the narrow line. 'It's not easy living on your own for four years with no where to go…' She threw him a quick smile.
He found himself noticing a lot of things that he hadn't before, like the way her hair was a slightly darker shade at the tips, and that she had painted her neatly trimmed fingernails a deep shade of blue to match that of the Akatsuki's. He smiled at that.
His hand reached for hers and their fingers weaved together.
Just as they were about to round another corner, Konan came rushing up from behind them. 'Hey, Deidara! Akira! Wait up!'
Deidara groaned and glanced over his shoulder, debating whether or not to make a run for it. Akira giggled at his exasperated face and tugged his hand playfully. 'She'll find us eventually!'
But as she drew nearer, the blonde's eyes narrowed as he noticed the serious expression on the blue-haired woman's face.
'Konan, what's wrong?' Akira frowned, feeling a pang of worry flicker in the pit of her stomach.
'Pein wants to see you both immediately for a mission. Kisame and Itachi just got back from their assignment… They've found Orochimaru's hideout.'
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please R&R :D x
