A.N: OMG this took forever because of my stupid old mouse that broke on me! Thankfully I just got a brand new one and now I have to play ketchup with my fan fics. Anyway hope you enjoy chapter three of Curse Of Curves.
Chapter Three: Pretty Words
Itachi sat down on the floor of the Akatsuki lair. He stated to the Leader that Deidara had self destructed and of course because Leader was never anywhere near base he couldn't go to check himself so Itachi's words had been good enough.
Itachi would have killed Deidara if he hadn't been reading lately. The eldest Uchiha had been reading Sasori's old puppetry books that had been handed to him when the puppet master died; even with his bad eye sight Itachi's curiosity got the better of him.
The chapter that showed the most interest to him however was less about puppetry and more about mind control. Just up his ally one would say.
He laid down the lock of hair and the headband down on the floor in front of him. Itachi quickly checked the door a few times to be sure he was alone before putting on small spectacles and cracking open the book. He flipped through the pages quickly finding the chapter he'd been studying.
This was a perfect time to use this new technique it was almost begging him, and of course he had to find a proper way to punish the boy for betraying them. He took some clay that had been sitting in Deidara's room and molded it quickly into the shape of a kind of wish bone thing and took the hair that had been tied together with tape and stuck it into the top of his sculpture.
He glanced at the book then back at his progress and nodded. Then he took off his glasses and clasped his hands together. He would have to fill the sculpture with a ton of charka until it began to glow blue.
"So, Sakura's having a kid un?" the blond next to me asked playing with one of his chop sticks.
"She should be due in a few weeks actually," I said and he nodded.
"The Uchiha's right hmm?" he asked and I made a face.
"Of course," I said in a whisper trying to tone down our conversation knowing Kiba could probably hear us even in the loud restaurant. Deidara made a sound half grunt half moan but I could tell it wasn't a positive sound.
"Yeah," he said in a final tone. "Hmm I'm tiered take me to my sleeping quarters," he practically ordered making me press my brows together. "Please un?"
"Yea c'mon," I murmured sliding off the stool my charge in toe as we left the ramen bar. The sky was dark and I couldn't believe how quickly the day seemed to have gone by. We headed quickly to the underground prison on the outskirts of the village and I took out a paper and a key from my pocket that Tsunade had given me.
On the paper said Deidara's cell number and we quickly maneuvered to cell 167-C which was just four walls a foot thick of concrete. I unlocked the large door and he stepped inside and examined the cell block. There was nothing much really in there but a tiny steal toilet in one of the corners next to a showerhead on the wall and a drain in the floor and a mat on the floor to make his bed. I could tell he was not at all pleased with the accommodations.
"It's so very inartistic," he spat disgustedly and I rolled my eyes.
"Goodnight Deidara-san I'll see you in the morning," I said tiredly gazing at his annoyed expression.
"Hn alright night Pearl," he said flatly taking off his shirt without warning.
"I-err," I mumbled for a second and blushed "M-my name's n-not Pearl…" I tried my best not to gawk at his chest were a strange black tribal looking markings were tattooed. I could feel my cheeks redden as he tilts his head up at me giving a surprised look before smiling wickedly.
"I know but it should be yeah," he said settling down on the mat. I leaned on the door frame letting him speak. "Your shy like a little clam at the bottom of the ocean but I can see that something is interesting about you hmm. So like a clam fishermen I'm going to dive into the ocean of your mind and see if there really is a priceless pearl or if you're just another empty shell. I'd really be disappointed if you're just another nothing in my life yeah."
"What d-do you mean another empty shell?" I asked but he just grinned at me like a child who knows he has the upper hand.
"Ah that's a storey for another time un," he said "for now both of us need to catch some shut eye hmm."
"You're a mystery Deidara-san," I said with a smile awkward smile.
"Not really un," he said yawing "I just use a lot of pretty words. It confuses little clams such as yourself but doesn't seem to work as well on little cherry blossoms." He said it in a disappointed way adding a long sigh to the end of it for extra efficiency.
"What?" I asked now totally lost.
"Night little Pearl hmm," he mumbled and rolled over so I faced his back. I sighed and closed the hundred pound door and locked it behind me. A guard was waiting for me in the hall and offered to escort me out of the building. I was thankful since I never come down here often.
The evening was warm but I couldn't help but shiver from the odd man I've taken charge over. He seemed so indifferent joking about everything but then he would change completely and become all philosophical. I was going to have to learn more about Deidara and I knew only one person could help me with this task.
I walked to an emptier part of town. It had been empty for years and it was because of a bloody massacre, the Uchiha clan once moved about these same streets, long ago when the world didn't stand on it's head. There was a live house however among all these empty dead shells still haunted by the past.
I knocked a few times at the door before I heard foot steps from within the house. The door opened and Sakura's face greeted me with a wary smile. She allowed me in and fixed some tea for both of us before carefully sitting down next to me on the leather sofa.
"There is a reason I came," I mumbled sipping quickly at the hot brew.
"I know," she said "Deidara right?"
"Yes," I said "I wanted to know a bit about his emotional status so I can prepare myself."
"Plan and simple Deidara is an insane genius," she said "his thoughts on art and life are warped, he thinks are should be fleeting and last only moments before disappearing forever. And like his explosions his emotions are fast changing and unpredictable." Her lips moved quickly giving me all important information. "I find the best way to guess on his emotion is through his eyes, they seem to change color with his mood like an octopus. Bright blue being a positive mood and grey or glazed being a foil mood and that's when you have to be careful."
"Your very observant," I said "I would have never noticed that." Sakura gave a wary smile. "How is it you know him so well? You two seem…close."
"Ah! Hmm," she muttered "Tsunade-sama didn't show you the reports?"
"She did," I said "but Deidara…he says these things…"
"You shouldn't listen to him," Sakura said quickly "he seems to have gone completely mad." Her fingers were to her lips and I knew she was lying but I said nothing more on the subject. We quietly talked a little longer about random things as we finished our tea.
After wishing Sakura luck I left heading back to the Hyuga apartment complexes were I knew Neji would be waiting for an explanation on my new mission. Of course he'd tell father and father would complain to Tsunade-sama and Tsunade would then argue with father for a while before she would finally win. This happened every time I was put on an S-rank mission and personally it really pissed me off.
When I was able to escape my cousin's questioning and actually get to my small apartment I gave a sigh of relief. I shut the door behind me pulled my sweater off and tossed it onto a chair. A small tapping sound from my window made me look up. There was a tiny messenger bird at my window pecking at the glass. I smiled opening the window and letting the bird in, it had a small note tied to its left leg and I carefully undid the red string that held the paper to the bird.
"There we are," I murmured softly to the bird putting it down on the counter top, were it twisted its little head around to look at my apartment. I opened the little letter and smiled widely seeing Naruto's scratchy hand writing. I sat down on my sofa and began to read.
Hinata I miss you so much! We are finally done with our mission and should be getting back to Konoha in three days. Sorry that I haven't written to you more but I was very busy and didn't really have time to sit down and write a real letter. Not that I'm a poet or anything but you know how it is. Anyway I just wanted to tell you I love you and miss you with all my heart and can't wait to get home!
P.S. Make me some of your home made ramen when I get home.
P.S.S I love you!
Tears flooded my eyes as I read the letter. Naruto's coming home, he's really coming home! With these small, pretty words, emotion took home of me and I curled up into a little ball the paper close to my chest.
They say to be a shinobi you have to be strong and not let emotions interfere with your work. Who ever said that was a complete idiot, because if I didn't let my emotions take hold, even for just a little while, I knew for a fact that I would just explode.
A.N: Itachi is a bastard isn't he? But that's why we love him right? Anyway remmber to review.