Chapter 6: Deidara's Issues

A/N: Kinda a bad chapter name, but I really couldn't think of anything else...the content is much better than the name, just so you know...

Shit. He really screwed up this time. He should have known it would end up like this; this was what happened with every other girl: they all dumped him.

He sighed. I thought Sayuri was different, he thought, and made a bird out of clay. Sending it flying into the sky, he detonated it violently. I thought she really liked me…and she didn't find my mouths freaky…

Most girls he'd dated back in Iwagakure had dumped him after finding out about his extra mouths. They had all called him a freak — but most of the village had called him that, not only his exes. He had declared then that it was his time to leave.

And he had finally found a girl who accepted him for who he was, accepted his so-called "feminine appearance" and additional mouths…but he had lost her for being insensitive to her problems.

Dammit, how the hell was I supposed to know about all that?

Angrily, he returned to the base, ignoring everyone who looked at him. Without a word to anyone, he went to his room and began constructing bombs.

He could never do anything right, it seemed. He couldn't keep a girl, he'd lately been failing missions, and had not been able to even defend himself when the Uchiha bastard had effortlessly forced him to join Akatsuki. Worse of all was, aside from all the problems he had, the issues he'd put up with at home — people thinking him as a freak for his mouths, as well as people calling him a girl — he had run away to escape from them, only to meet them everywhere he went.

"Katsu!"

The sound of exploding clay filled his ears, but could not completely satisfy him.

Someone kicked his door.

"Fuck you," Deidara hissed under his breath.

He worked quietly over the next few days, absentmindedly taking clay and formulating it. Finally, he looked at his creations, getting up stiffly, and realized what he'd done.

Shit.

Every single clay piece he had made was a lily, each one a different size.

Sayuri meant little lily.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Deidara exploded one with force.

The door opened, and he exploded another. And another. With each one he increased the force of his explosions.

"Deidara."

He felt something wet trickle down his cheek.

He turned around to see Sayuri, and hastily wiped his eyes.

"Those…those were really beautiful…" she told him awkwardly.

He grunted.

There was a pause between them, broken only when Deidara stood up, grabbed her shoulders, pleading, "Please take me back, Sayuri, un."

She raised a fire-colored, pierced eyebrow. "After you blew up a bunch of lilies? My name means — "

"— Little lily, I know, yeah," Deidara interrupted. "I made them because I miss you, and I detonated them 'cuz I know you won't take me back after those things I said, yeah." More tears ran down his cheeks, but he did not bother wiping them away this time; he was too depressed anyways. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't've acted like such a jackass, un. I didn't mean to hurt you, Sayuri, hm. I…I love you."

Sayuri gave him a sad smile. "It was my fault, too. I was being really selfish that day, and I'm sorry. I acted like a real bitch. I should've explained — no, I should've been more careful. Then we wouldn't have this whole problem, and we'd still…be together."

She looked at him expectantly, but he had other plans in mind.

"We just need better communication and shit, yeah. But…I think we can do it, un."

Deidara bent down and pulled out a box he kept with him since he'd gotten to know Sayuri. He knew this was the moment he had been waiting for…but what would she say?

He opened the box. "Sayuri, will you marry me?"

Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't to see her burst into tears.

Deidara froze. Did he do something wrong?

"Sayuri…un? Y-you don't have to i-if you don't want to, yeah," he told her quietly.

"N-n-no, it's j-just…" Sayuri wiped her streaming eyes. "I've b-been w-w-waiting f-for this m-moment for years… and I w-w-was scared no one would ever l-like m-me…:

She was afraid no one would like her? "Sayuri, almost every man in Akatsuki fell in love with you when you showed up here, un."

"R-r-really?"

Deidara nodded.

"A-a-and you?"

"I thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever met when you showed up — and I still do, yeah. You're smart, funny, really nice, you're an amazing artist, and… I really like being around you, un."

Sayuri cried harder.

"D-don't cry, Sayuri…"

"N-no one's ever s-said some-something so sweet to me!" she wailed. "D-D-Deidara…I w-will m-marry you."

At first, he thought he'd misheard.

"You — you will, hm?"

Sayuri burst into new tears and nodded.

Deidara slipped the ring around her finger and then wrapped his arms around her.

"It's okay, Sayuri-chan, yeah," he told her, stroking her back,

Hell, yeah! He thought. Another point to Deidara! Fucking yeah! I got myself a fiancée! And it's Sayuri!

Deidara and Sayuri sat on a couch, watching Ryota and Yasuko, Pein and Konan's children, playing. Deidara wrapped his arm around Sayuri, and made to go further, but Sayuri muttered, "Let's keep it PG; Pein would kill us, you know, if we…you know in front of his kids."

Deidara was silent for a moment before musing, "We should have our own kids, hm."

SLAP!

The force of Sayuri's slap could be felt around the room; Ryota and Yasuko looked up in surprise.

"I said keep it PG, dammit!" she yelled.

"What, un?" we're married.

A glare from Sayuri silenced him.