For any of those interested, I will be updating The War Begins Inside on Monday when I will have access to the computer the last chapter was saved on. To answer the review from K (your second one doesn't show online either but thank you for the support!) The chapters will be shortish and updated shortly. They will occasionally become longer but I'm not really sure… There will be periods of time where I go a week without updating, but that only happens when I have major writers block and have no idea what to do with their lives. Also I will not be doing any OC pairings as 1) Terrible at making good OCs and 2) I need cannon character pairings to suit my life. Hope you guys enjoy! Was anyone hoping for male on male pairings or mpreg because I can do that but need to be requested to do that.
The trek home took two days, a trip that only should've taken one had they not stopped so frequently for Deidara's sake. He was tripping over rocks, coughing blood, talking to himself, the child was a wreck and Sasori knew it. On the night they stayed in a cave for shelter, Deidara began to have night terrors and became restless in sleep, but Sasori tried not to mind after what had happened at the tree.
Deidara had a constant rising fever along with hemoptysis* and chills, indicating the torture had made him sick and weak at heart. By the time they entered the Akatsuki base, Deidara was staggering around like a drunken man, unable to walk in a straight line and barely able to stand. Sasori led him to the showers and set him down, leaving and waiting to hear sounds from outside the door. Five minutes of silence until finally he heard shuffling and the sound of a faucet running water. Sasori left, satisfied with Deidara's cooperation.
"Deidara?" asked a soft voice from outside of the bathroom. It had been two hours since Sasori had left him there, the Akatsuki beginning to worry that he had drowned himself out of pain, but a slight mumble replied and set relief to the blue haired woman outside. "Sasori asked me to check on you, I'm coming in." Shielding her eyes with one hand, she fumbled with the knob and led herself in, making sure not to catch a glimpse of- he was still fully clothed and seated under the running water coming from the showerhead. Blood and dirt crusted the edges of the bathtub rim, but most of the contents still stuck on his face and hands.
Konan's face turned to worry as she edged closer to him, her movements careful not to startle him. The peaceful demeanor she kept decided that she would be the best to comfort him in his desperate time of need. Deidara paid little to no attention to the approaching feature, keeping a waxy look on his face as if he was made of clay himself. Again, his body retched and a pool of blood mixed in with the clear liquid, Konan's eyes widening in surprise at his state. "Let me help," she said, tugging the torn cloak from his body and pulling off his shirt.
The first thing she noticed were the infected wounds held across his chest, creating tears in the skin that looked like several other mouths to complement the one over his heart. Reaching for a washcloth, she wet it and washed free the dirt and blood mixture from them, careful not to hurt him. Deidara continued to keep his glossy glance, occasionally wincing at a tender area. She eventually moved to wash his hair clean, then finally turning off the water, helped him out.
Deidara was still shaking by the time they made it to his old bedroom. Being careful not to wake Sasori who was wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, Konan slowly walked to the dresser which held the clothes that were now too big for the blonde due to weight loss from practical starvation. Do puppets need sleep? Konan asked herself, quickly shaking off the question. She didn't care to find out. All she knew was that Deidara looked exhausted from his adventure and that he needed to rest as soon as possible, but instead he picked up a ball of clay.
Its outer layer was mostly dried after years of abandonment, but the inside was untouched and perfect as Deidara worked around the rough edges to create a bird. It was pure and smooth as ever, not an inch of it was deformed, and the most intricate details were added to it, but moments after its creation it was squashed by its creator. His shaking increased, blood rolling down the corners of his mouth as he coughed harshly. "Deidara," Konan said as she hurried to his side. She laid him down on the bed, feeling the overwhelming fever escape from his skin as sweat rolled down in beads from his forehead. "A bird in a cage…" Deidara said softly enough for only Konan to hear. "Held in its own prison and tortured by its owners I'M THAT BIRD!"
The sudden rising of his voice made Konan's heart leap. He suddenly fell silent, eyes closing and drifting off into what could very well be a restless sleep. Before calming, he repeated the last three words over and over until his voice lulled him into slumber. The three Akatsuki artists were trapped in one room, but one was slowly fading away.
Hemoptysis: Blood filling in the lungs.
Konan was just trying to be nice but it may turn into a pairing. I don't know. Sorry for the long wait, had some stuff come up (video games. Had to unlock the five hokage's in one mkay? I just had to play as Tobirama. Had to.) and was not able to finish writing. Sorry this chapter is so short and again if you have mpreg requests just review. I will not be updating for the next two weeks possibly as I am going on vacation and can't take my computer. I will try to update tomorrow.